“Whoa. Slow down.”
“I’ve always liked you, Chaser.” She traces a line over my cheek and down my neck. It tickles, but that’s not the reason I shake her off.
My heart pounds a dangerous warning. This isn’t why I came down here. My girl’s upstairs waiting for me.
I push Holly out of my lap. “I gotta go.”
“Can I come with?”
“No.”
She hooks her fingers in my belt and tugs. “Come on. Let’s go use the bedroom.”
“Alvin’s getting a blow job.”
She giggles and cups me through my jeans. “That’s kind of what I had in mind.”
The apartment door’s wide open. Doesn’t close anymore after someone kicked it in at one of the more recent parties. Anyone can find their way inside.
I shove her hand away.
“Not interested.”
“Come on,” she pleads, staring up at me with desperate let-me-suck-your-dick eyes.
I swear I have no interest in Holly, but her hand’s back and the way she keeps rubbing me…my body responds and my coked-fueled brain forgets why this is such a bad idea.
“Get off me, Holly,” I mumble.
There’s a gasp from the doorway.
Ignoring everything around us, Holly slides her fingers to my belt buckle.
“Are you kidding me?” Mallory’s enraged voice breaks through my cloud of indifference.
She storms into the room, so furious, she grabs Holly’s hair and yanks her away from me, throwing her to the floor.
Holly screeches and grabs her scalp, but Mallory’s done with her and focuses her rage on me.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? You said you’d be right back and you’re down here—”
“Nothing happened.” My protest sounds weak as fuck, even to me.
“Mallory—” Holly starts.
My girl whips her head around to stare down her friend. “You, shut the fuck up and stay away from us.” She turns and focuses her glare on me. “And you. If you don’t get your ass upstairs right now, I’m gone.”
“Where?” Yeah, that’s what should be coming out of my mouth right now.
“Wherever the fuck I want!” she screams.
Shit, I’ve never seen Mallory so pissed.
It’s kind of hot.
The party around us ground to a halt the second Mallory flung Holly to the carpet. People stare, enjoying the show, filing away every detail for future gossip.
And I don’t even care.
I’m too busy staring at Mallory. My gaze slides over her body, taking in the tight tank top her tits are practically spilling out of.
I might be high as a kite, but I’m also horny as hell now. I wrap my arms around Mallory, lift her, and carry her upstairs.
“Put me down!” she screams and thrashes against me the entire way.
Maybe I’m a sick bastard, but it only gets me more excited.
I kick the door to our apartment closed and carry her into the bedroom where I drop her on the mattress.
She lunges off the bed, reaching for the door, but I’m quicker and block her exit.
“If you think I’m having sex with you after what I walked in on, you’re out of your fucking mind,” she fumes.
“We didn’t do anything. I told her to get off me. I was leaving when you walked in.”
She’s not buying any of my lame excuses and continues trying to light me on fire with her blazing blue eyes. “That’s not what it looked like.”
“What’d you want me to do?”
“Maybe not let her touch your dick,” she fires back.
“How? Slap your friend?”
“She’s not my friend anymore.”
I grip her chin, tipping her head back. “I’m sorry.”
All the fight drains out of her, and she shakes her head. “I can’t do this, Chaser. I’ve never doubted you before.”
“Mallory.”
“I won’t live like that.”
“Like what, little dove?”
“Wondering what you’re doing every second you’re out of my sight. I don’t want to be that woman.”
“You don’t have to worry.”
“Then what was that?”
“I…” My mind’s racing, spinning out of control, but I have no words to defend myself.
“It’s the drugs, Chaser,” she says softly. “It has to stop.”
“Okay.” After this shitshow of a night, it’s time to cut back.
“No more,” she warns.
“I’ll handle it.”
She grinds her teeth.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, backing her up to the bed.
She drops her gaze and shakes her head. “You just want to get laid.”
“True.” I’m ready to pin her to the wall and pound the fuck out of her. “But I am sorry.” Also true.
She wraps her arms around my neck and stares up at me. “I love you, and I don’t want to be without you. But I won’t…I won’t tolerate you cheating on me. What would have happened if I hadn’t shown up?”
I swallow hard, my head clearing, realizing how close I came to fucking up what we have because I was too high to get away from a girl I don’t even like.
Losing Mallory would be the biggest mistake of my life. It’s a bullshit excuse, but I never would’ve been in that situation if I wasn’t high.
I can’t admit I have a problem, though. Not to Mallory.
I bend down and kiss her. “Don’t leave me,” I whisper against her lips. “Please.”
“Don’t give me a reason to.” Her arms tighten around my neck, dragging me to her. We tumble onto the bed, and I strip off her shorts while she wiggles out of her top.
“I’ve never been so angry, Chaser,” she admits while she works my belt loose and shoves my jeans down over my hips. “You’re lucky I didn’t have a knife, because I probably would’ve stabbed you.”
“God, you’re so fucking hot,” I mumble against her mouth.
“It’s not funny.”
“I’m not laughing, little dove.” I’d deserve a blade to the chest if I ever let her down.
She digs her nails into my ass and parts her legs. My cock grazes her entrance. Wet. Hot. So fucking wet. I can’t wait to sink inside her.
Huh.
I reach down to stroke my dick a few times.
“Chaser?”
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to concentrate. “Give me a minute.” Christ, I was a hard as a fucking rock seconds ago.
I grab her tits, squeezing and kneading her flesh. Rolling my rough fingers over her nipples until she gasps and squirms under me.
Nothing.
“Chaser?”
My mind and body are ready to go. My girl’s primed and begging for it.
My damn dick is a sad, flaccid noodle.
This is a first.
Is this sexual karma? I let another woman put her hands on me, and now I can’t perform?
I need another line.
Blood’s still pounding through my ears from the three fat lines I snorted earlier. Why isn’t any of it making its way to my damn dick?
Fuck!
Guys back home joke about the horrible phenomenon they refer to as “coke dick” all the time. I’ve always been convinced it’s why my father has no issue selling the shit, but never touched it himself.