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His eyes met mine. “Sure thing, little sis.”

FIVE

HAZE

Indi’s moansfilled the room as I watched the video of her riding me. She asked me to delete it, and I told her I would, but I didn’t. Instead, I kept it hidden in a private folder on my phone with all the other photos and videos we took. But this one, oh, this was my fucking favorite. She may think it was fake, but I knew it was real. I’ve seen her make that face and heard those exact noises before, and I knew she meant them. She liked riding me, and I fucking enjoyed every minute of it.

Kush meowed, startling me as I dropped my phone onto the bread batter before me. “Oh fuck,” I groaned, Indi’s muffled moans sinking into the dough. “Damn it, Kush.” I pulled the phone from the sticky dough, peeling it free. The cat made a few noises, scratching at the kitchen island, knowing what I had tucked in the drawer above him. “Oh, fine.” I opened the drawer and pulled the Ziploc out, sprinkling a small nugget over him. He pranced around, rolling in the heavily scented cannabis, purring and licking it up off the floor. “I swear, you’re a bigger pothead than the rest of us.” I laughed at the fat cat as he rolled around in it.

I turned to face the bread dough before me, sighing. I needed to record myself kneading it, but I didn’t really have the energy.What I really wanted to do was sit in my room and jack off to those videos of Indi on my phone. Now that I had the energy for it.

Speaking of—I grabbed my phone and paused the video.Where are you?I scrolled through and found Indi’s location. She was close, approaching the apartment.Perfect. Thanks to a very generous donation from her masked subscriber, she had more than enough money to fix her phone. And I needed it fixed, otherwise I’d have no way to follow her.

Within seconds, Indi stepped through the apartment door, huffing and puffing. It was clear she was upset. Her cheeks were flustered, and she moved with a cloud of anger behind her.

“Everything okay?” I asked, gently kneading the dough.

“No!” she shouted. She threw her things down and swiped through her phone. “Look at this shit!” Her finger scrolled, showing me dozens of texts from her boyfriend Carter. I couldn’t really read them as she scrolled so fast, but I noticed a few emojis and all cap letters. He wasn’t just pissed. He was furious.

Good.

“I’m guessing Carter didn’t like the photos you posted?” I tried not to smile. I knew Indi had posted most of the photos to her social media, carefully cropping me out as much as possible to avoid anyone knowing it was me. Mary-Jane was here when she did so, showing me like it was some insane news. And if her reaction was anything like Carter’s, well, let’s just say those photos did exactly as they were intended to.

“Oh, no.” She tossed the phone onto the counter. “He’s been blowing my phone up nonstop! I knew he’d be jealous and get angry, butthis? No, this is a whole different level!” Her phone buzzed as another text came in, followed by another and another. “Oh my god! I should’ve left my fucking phone broken! Then I wouldn't have to deal with this shit!” I watched Indi lean against the counter and drop her head in defeat. “I just wish he’dleave me alone,” she whispered. I wanted to feel bad for her…but I didn’t.

“Need to blow off that steam?” I asked.

She looked at me through her hair. “I don’t think smoking is going to fix this, Haze.”

I smiled. “Who said anything about smoking?” My hands gripped the dough, smacking it around on the kitchen island. “There are other ways to unleash that temper. Come here.” Indi slowly walked to my side. “No,here.” My flour covered hands positioned her in front of me. I then propped my phone up across the kitchen island and began to record us.

“Haze,” she groaned.

“Oh stop. I need a video for my social media. And don’t worry, I’ll crop your entire top half out like I do when I post mine. No one will see anything except your hands. Imagine the reaction my fans will give.” I returned to her and wrapped my arms around her shoulders and carefully placed her hands into the dough, manipulating them as we began to knead it together.

“What are we doing?” she asked, hesitant to follow my lead, eyeing the camera.

“Letting go. Now, press your fingers here.” I moved her hand, puppeteering her through. “Like that. Yes. Now, give it a smack.”

Indi turned and flashed me a face. “I’m not smacking the dough.”

“Why not? My followers love it. Watch.” I smacked the dough roughly as she lightly jumped. “See?”

Indi twisted her mouth, trying not to smile while she hit the dough.

“No, you call that a smack?” I took her hand. “Smack it like you mean it!” I moved her hand, whacking the dough. “Better. But this time, pretend it’s Carter’s face.”

“Haze,” she snapped. I raised a brow, stepping back as she shook her head and slapped the dough a bit harder.

“Almost.”

Indi slapped it again. She giggled, looking back at me as I smoked my joint. She then hit it again, harder, the sound echoing across the apartment. She hit it again and again, unleashing her anger in such a playful way. And I sat back and watched, knowing how good it must feel for her to unload herself. I finished the joint, tossed it into the sink, and stared, just completely consumed by her.

That’s right. Smack that dough. Show me your temper.

“Here.” I stepped back to her, surrounding her with my body. “Let me take over for a bit. You go get yourself one of the leftover brownies.” Indi ducked around me, snatching a brownie covered in icing. She had eaten almost all of them over the last few days, leaving barely any left.

Looks like I need to make more.

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