Page 29 of Baked

“Haze. Haze!” Indi kicked me back and jumped from the bathroom counter.

I watched her, so fucking confused. “What?—”

She stumbled to the toilet, lifted the lid, and began to vomit. “I’m so—” She continued to throw up, purging all her demons. “Sorry!” I knew she was wasted, but this told me just how fucking drunk she really was. And I felt bad.

“Indi.” I walked to her side, pulling her back as she continued to vomit. “You have nothing to apologize for.” She looked in my direction and nodded, her red eyes watering as she heaved into the toilet.

I stayed there, holding her hair back and rubbing her back until she was done being sick. Indi remained silent as I helped her clean up. Despite how fucking bad I wanted to finish what we started, I knew she needed to get home. “I think you’ve had enough fun for one night. Here, let’s get you home.” I gently picked her up and cradled her in my arms.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and nestled in close, quietly apologizing over and over. “Enough, Indi.” I kissed her head and carried her out of the bathroom. She was pretty wasted, starting to fade away as we made our way through the red-lit hallway and out the back exit. I remained silent, getting her safely buckled into the passenger seat of my car. She groaned and rolled her head, falling asleep as I buckled my own seatbelt and started the car. “I got you.” I drove from the club and began to head home.

The drive was pretty basic. Indi moaned and groaned in her sleep. I glanced over in her direction a few times, wondering what she might be dreaming about. Wondering if she knew whatshe was doing with me in the bathroom and if she’d remember it. Or if, like before, she’d pretend it never happened.

God, she better not forget.My hands squeezed the steering wheel tight.

“Haze?” Indi startled me. I looked over to see her looking at me, her eyes barely open.

“Hey.” I rubbed her thigh softly. “Go back to sleep.”

She moaned, fidgeting in the seat. “Mmm. That feels good,” she whispered. My brow raised and I couldn’t help myself. I rubbed her thigh some more. She moved her leg closer, visibly enjoying my touch. I didn’t stop. Instead, I gripped the steering wheel tight with one hand, and began to move my other closer to her pussy. I didn’t care if she was half awake or wasted. I knew she wanted this, and I was going to give it to her.

My fingers slid under her lingerie and immediately began to massage her clit. She was wet and twitching for me. “Fuck,” I groaned. My dick was swelling and aching. “Indi,” I growled. I wanted to feel her so badly. To feel her wet walls squeeze around my fingers and listen as she screamed my name.

Let’s see how wet you get for me, little sis.

And with that thought, my finger pushed through her folds and slid right into her pussy. Indi gasped, panting as I fingered her, using my thumb to rub her clit as I inserted a second finger. My focus on driving struggled as I listened to her, her body tightening around me. “Fuck.” I shifted my pelvis, horny and hard as a rock. I moved faster, my heart racing as she squeezed me and began to come. “Oh fuck, Indi.” I nearly drove off the road as she cried out in her sleep, contracting and pulsing around my fingers. Her orgasm completely soaked me, seeping from her pussy out onto the passenger seat.

I’ll never fucking clean that seat again.

“Haze,” she moaned my name mid orgasm, and I nearly came at the sound of it.

That’s right. Say my name. Know exactly who made you so damn wet and come so fucking hard.

EIGHT

INDI

I rolled around,waking from the most intense sleep as everything crashed into me. “Oh fuck.” My head ached, a piercing sound ringing through my ears. “What-what the fuck happened?” After some time of adjusting to the light, I realized I was back home and in my bed. “What—how—” I looked down to see myself still wearing my outfit from the club. A burning streak of bright sunlight peeked through my bedroom windows, telling me it was morning.

Fuck. I must’ve really gotten wasted last night.

I stood up, wobbling as I tried not to vomit, still sick to my stomach. And with that thought, flashes of me throwing up in the club resurface. “Shit.” My stomach growled, completely empty. “I need to eat something.” I took my time walking from my bedroom to the kitchen. I could hear Kush scratching from the other side of Haze’s closed bedroom. “Silly kitty.” I smiled, grabbing one of the brownies he left out for me. I took a bite and leaned against the counter.

God, Haze has always made the best brownies. And this icing? So fucking good. Wait. Haze.

My smile dropped, remembering how I crashed his date. How pissed Mary-Jane was at me. I smiled at the thought. Butthen I began to recall the next events, how things escalated at the bar and in the club bathroom and how Haze had to carry me out. The color drained from my face, remembering everything when loud, aggressive knocks pounded against the apartment door, scaring the shit out of me.

“Indi!” I jumped at my name being screamed. “Indi, open this fucking door!”

“Carter?” I licked my fingers clean, rushed to the door and unlocked it. Carter rushed inside past me, fuming. He was red and sweaty, telling me he must’ve run from his car to the apartment. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

He tried to control his breathing. “I thought you got your fucking phone fixed!”

I made a face. “I did.”

“Yeah? Well, I have been calling and texting you all night! What’s the point of having a phone if you don’t fucking answer! I’ve been worried sick about you, Indi! After you stormed off, I tried to follow you to talk things out, but I lost you at that trashy bar!”

I tilted my head. “Excuse me? Youfollowedme?”

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