Coughing, I pass it to her, but she waves me off. “My ex smoked. I don’t smoke.”
Fuck. She’s bringing ex talk to this smash-up. I’ve gotta turn this around and fast. “But we’ve already established I’m better looking than that guy. Maybe it’s not the weed that’s the problem. Have you ever considered that he was?”
She laughs. “I know he was part of the problem. It’s just—“ her voice trails off into silence.
“Is it because you’ve never smoked before? It’s not a big deal. But if you want to try it, I’d be more than willing to hold your hand.” I scoot closer to her.
She looks up, pinning me with those big brown eyes of hers, and fuck me, if she’s not the prettiest girl I’ve ever met.
“No,” she breathes, interrupting my thoughts. “I’ve smoked one other time. When Roxy and I were packing his shit up, we found my ex’s weed stash and sold all of it except for one joint. When he came to get his stuff and demanded his stash, Roxy held it up, lit it, and told him it’s all that was left. She threatened to call the cops if he came back to my place again, and he left pissed. Then we sat on the front porch and smoked it together.” She shrugs casually, as if her story is no big deal.
I laugh hard. “Man, that’s fucking epic. I guess the moral of the story is not to mess with you, or your friend will definitely hand my ass to me on a platter.”
“Oh, don’t think I can’t take care of myself, sir. Right before I broke up with him, I hid a tracker on him, showed up to crash his date, and threw a mojito on him—loaded with extra mint,” she says smugly, as if it should terrify me.
“But why the extra mint?” I ask, genuinely curious.
“Because, according to people on the internet—like a lot of people—it sticks to your face and is really hard to get off.”
“Well did it? Stick to his face, I mean?” Amusement dances in my eyes as I wait for her answer.
She’s got spunk. It’s fresh. I like this whole don’t-fuck-with-me vibe she has going on. I take another long drag, already feeling more relaxed.
“Of course,” Vivienne snickers. “That was the best part.”
“Well then, since you’ve smoked before, what makes you not want to do it again?” I press, knowing it will help her relax.
“I don’t know. There’s really not a reason. I guess I don’t actually remember what happened that night, and if I’m spending the night with you, then I’d kinda like to remember it.” Her confession lands hard.
My dick picks up on it instantly, hardening in my pants. I’m not a good guy. I don’t pretend to be something I’m not. She’s not stupid. She knows exactly the kind of flame she’s playing with.
Cool, calm, and collected, I grip her under the chin. “I think the problem is it was a bit too much for your first time. If you want, I can blow it in your mouth, and then you can decide how you feel.”
Her eyes flick anywhere but mine. I can tell she’s struggling to decide. “If you don’t want to, that’s fine too,” I shrug. “I think it might help you relax. You seem more uncomfortable than earlier in the hallway.”
She swallows hard. I can feel her throat work against my fingers as she does. Vivienne nods her head. “Okay. You can blow it in my mouth.”
Victorious, I take a long drag, inhaling deep, then raise my eyebrows at her playfully. She opens her mouth awkwardly as I lean in close, then slowly, with a measured release, I exhale into her mouth. Before I pull back, I let my lips touch hers. Just a brush laced with a teasing temptation of more to come.
She shivers, and like a champ, she doesn’t cough. I ash the joint and bring it back to my lips, pulling it between them, savoring the way I can taste her. Instantly, I crave more. I stare at her in a calm and collected shock as the bus simultaneously gives a lurch, pulling slowly out of the parking lot.
Chapter six
Fuck it is right. I’m slowly melting into a puddle of goo. That was sexy. My body buzzes, awakening for him in a way it hasn’t in forever. The tension between us is so thick, I can feel it pressing against me like an invisible force. All I can think about is, if I’m about to fuck a rockstar, I think our fate was sealed when he pinned me against the wall in the hallway.
The bus begins to move, shaking me from my thoughts. When I slowly lift my eyes to meet his, he’s smirking. His cocky grin sends heat rushing between my legs. Cas takes a drag from the joint, blowing the smoke away from us.
“So what did you think?”
“I think I liked it,” I answer.
“Good.” He holds the joint up. “Do you want me to hold this while you hit it?”
I think about his question. A little weed never hurt anyone, and so far the fuck it method is paying off big time. “Yes.”
Before I can change my mind, he presses his fingers to my lips. “Open your mouth, just a little bit, pretend you’re kissing my fingers and suck in.”
“Is this how you trick girls into kissing you?” I tease.
