Not willing to risk it, I do the unthinkable. I leave Lila in bed to get my phone. And I call fucking Kenzie. For the second time in one day. These must be the end times.
“Who are you calling?” Lila asks.
“Kenzie.”
“Reed, don’t. I can’t talk to her yet.”
“You don’t have to. I just need to find out what she gave you to ensure you’re safe.”
“Oh. Okay.”
Kenzie doesn’t answer the first time, which is fair considering the late hour. I get back in bed with my cookie and hit redial.
Lila wraps herself around me, tempting me like a succubus. She starts writhing almost immediately.
On the third attempt, my evil sister answers. “Someone better be dying. It’s the middle of the night.”
Such compassion.
I’m not dignifying that with a response. “What was in the gummy you gave Lila?”
“What gummy?”
My jaw clicks under the strain. “The fucking gummy you gave Lila for anxiety. What’s in it?”
“It’s just a pot gummy. No big deal. Why? Is she okay?”
I can’t tell her Lila’s so horny she’s humping my leg, so I hedge. “She’s a little more...affectedthan she expected is all. What are the chances it was laced?”
“Zero. I got it from a dispensary, not off the street. And I’ve had the rest from the package. It’s just kind of strong. Did she take the whole thing?”
I pull the phone away slightly and face Lila. She must have heard the question since she’s already nodding vigorously.
“She did,” I tell Kenzie.
“That’s probably why.” She continues through a yawn. “My bad. I forgot to tell her to take half and wait an hour before taking the other half. She doesn’t have my tolerance. She’ll be fine in a few hours.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
“Night, ass breath,” she utters, then disconnects.
Bitch.
I chuck my phone onto the nightstand. “Did you hear all that?”
“Yep. Just super high and super horny.” Lila manages a lazy smile. “That’s fun for me.”
Given the low level of trust I have for my sister, I want a little more confirmation.
I twist toward Lila for a better look .“Let me see your pupils. Hold still.”
She nods, tilts her face upward, and widens her eyes. “I can hold my upper body still, but my hips have a mind of their own right now. They won’t stop pulsing.”
I don’t know what deity I’ve angered, but this is the cruelest torture.
In order to get a better view in this light, I need to shift my body, which puts me halfway on top of her. My knee slips between her spreading legs. The pillows of her thighs clamp onto the sides of my leg, causing another surge of blood to race to my dick. She releases my shoulders and skims her silky hands over my arms in intoxicating strokes.
In the next breath, she starts grinding her pussy against my thigh.
