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“Seriously? I can’t even have a small piece?” I crossed my arms. “Fine. Wouldn’t want to pig out on this shit and end up looking like your cat anyways.”

Don’t fucking talk about Kush.

“What’re you doing here, Mary-Jane?” The question was becoming all too routine, as she kept showing up unannounced and unwanted at the worst fucking times.

“Well, I figured you probably felt so bad for the way things went last night—” Mary-Jane continued to ramble, talking nonsense about shit I didn’t care about, but my thoughts were focused elsewhere. I could hear the shower running, and kept looking right past Mary-Jane to see the bathroom door cracked open enough to see Indi. She was naked and getting ready to jump in the shower.

Oh fuck.

I watched her step into the shower, water gliding down her perky breasts, seeing more than enough. My jaw and every nerve in my body tightened, my sick desire completely consuming me as I tried to remain still. Mary-Jane continued to ramble, her words completely lost to me as I tried to watch her mouth move, my eyes dashing past to the door, catching glimpses of Indi, her hands running down her wet naked body as she closed her eyes and bathed herself.

I am in fucking hell.

“Haze?” Mary-Jane’s voice snapped me back to her. “Do you even hear me?”

No, I didn’t hear anything she said. But I didn’t need to. She wanted me to apologize and make her feel better. As always. And right now, all I wanted—what I needed—was to unload this unbearable horniess that was holding me prisoner. I need to fucking unleash this sexual tension that was rushing to my dick and hurting it.

Mary-Jane looked up at me, studying my face as if she knew what was up. Her lips curled and she stepped closer, tossing her phone aside. “You poor thing.” She ran her hands around my waist and untied my apron, tossing it onto the floor. “Let me help you.” Her hand ran up my chest, under my cropped shirt, feeling my skin as her lips hovered over mine. “Aw, sweet Haze, I know you’re sorry. I can feel it rushing to your head. And not this one.” She tapped my temple. “Now, let me forgive you.” She kissed me, tugging at my hair. I knew Mary-Jane just wanted to be loved, and I couldn’t give her that. But I could fuck her and fix my problem while appeasing hers. For now.

As she kissed me, my eyes darted back to the bathroom, seeing Indi again. And the image of her sent me over.

Fuck it.

My hands gripped Mary-Jane’s waist, flipping her around as I bent her over the kitchen island. She gasped and smiled, enjoying every minute. “Yes,” she moaned as I raised her mini skirt and pulled her thong down. I spread her legs and pulled my dick from my pants and pressed the swollen tip against her pussy. “Oh, yes.” She cried out, leaning her body back.

“Stay still!” I gripped the back of her neck, forcing her head down as she gasped. “I’m in control here.”

“Yes, daddy,” she moaned.

I kept her head down, buried in her hair as I began to slide up and down her folds, trembling as I looked past her and into the bathroom, watching. I slowly slid my dick inside Mary-Jane’s cunt, eyeing Indi as she rubbed soap along her breasts, bubbles glistening along her flesh, pretending it was her pussy wrapped around me. “Oh fuck,” I moaned out loud, pulling back before reentering. My imagination took complete control, envisioning I was there with her in the shower, fucking her against the tile wall, our bodies creating their own bubbles. I could see it so clearly, our bodies slipping and sliding against one another as the water drenched us, steam filling our lungs as we struggled to breathe, too consumed with one another and willing to drown to be together.

God, Indi.

My speed quickly increased as my sick appetite grew. My nails dug into Mary-Jane’s hips, knocking my pelvis into her ass as I slammed into her pussy, harder and harder. My pressure on the back of her neck only increased as I pushed her roughly against the kitchen island, knocking a few things over in the process.

“Careful,” Mary-Jane whispered. I simply fucking ignored her and fucked her harder. I couldn't see her face, only her backside and red hair. “Oh shit,” she moaned, beginning to come. My eyes glazed over the longer I looked at her, and witheach thrust she began to look more like Indi, making this even more satisfying.

Oh fuck.

My body began to tighten and wind up, telling me I was about to come. I quickly pulled out, turning away from Mary-Jane as I grabbed a spare hand towel and began to spew all inside it, jolting and groaning as I came hard. My free hand gripped the side of the counter, my knuckles turning white as I gripped it hard and emptied all of my orgasm into the hand towel.

“Oh man,” Mary-Jane breathed. “You are so forgiven.” My heart began to calm as I slowed down, breathing through the end of my orgasm. “Haze?” I cleaned myself, turning to look at her.

“Sorry.”

“Sorry? For what? Giving me a good fucking?” She smiled, standing on her tiptoes while she kissed me. “Like I said, I forgive you. But next time, fuck me head on. I want your eyes on me.” She kissed me again, taking her time. “I like it when you watch me.” Mary-Jane licked the side of my face. She stepped away and fixed her clothes as I returned my dick to my pants.

I didn’t bother cleaning up our mess. I wanted Indi to know what happened here. Instead, I plopped down on the couch and loaded the bong. Mary-Jane joined me, tossing her legs across my lap while she fucked around on her phone. I lit the bowl and watched the neck fill, taking a huge fucking hit. Mary-Jane took a turn, the two of us sitting there getting high as Kush jumped around on the floor, pawing at the cloud of smoke.

“Look at this.” Mary-Jane shoved her phone in my face to show me something. It was a post of Carter, posing with two female servers. They were holding pints of beer, dressed in nothing but lingerie, hugging onto him as he smiled, wearing a pair of fucking sunglasses indoors. “What a dork.” Mary-Jane giggled, liking the post.

What a fucking douche.

“Since when do you follow him?” I asked, exhaling smoke. I didn’t care who the fuck she followed or fucked around with. But if she was messing with Indi’s current boyfriend, I wanted to know.

“Oh, he’s been following me for months. We message occasionally about the hottest pop-ups and stuff. Nothing crazy.” She looked over at me. “Why? Is my Haze jealous?”

Nope. And I’m not your Haze.

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