Page 30 of Smoke N' Stroke

“What’s up? You try Scarlet at the spot?”

Even in my haze, I knew Scarlet was the variety we selected. Scarlet was short for The Scarlet Witch—the telepathic Marvel character great at creating an illusion and driving her victims to madness. Zaire said it would help me to imagine more peaceful things until my brain healed the trauma.

“Mannnnn, MJ… we love it.”

For the first time, MJ looked over as if seeing me for the first time sprawled across Zaire’s lap, head onhis chest. He’d wrapped me up in his arms as soon as we sat down to smoke. He said it would help me feel his healing touch.Healing dick. That’s what you need, girl.

“Hi, Nala.”

I waved at the screen when Zaire turned it for me to see. I knew I looked silly, but I didn’t care. I could feel the smile on my face but had no control over it to release my jaws.Damn, this was some good weed.

“You know my name,” I said in a stupor that belied my true intelligence. The man was gonna think I was a chicken head.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I? Midnight been talking about you for months. About this shorty with a big a?—”

“Hey, man. Didn’t you tell me you had to get going somewhere?”

MJ laughed but wouldn’t let up.

“Now when I say that man? I ain’t had no time but that’s okay. Hey Ms. Nala. The man loves you, darlin’. Just so you know.”

Zaire didn’t respond to that. He went on to ask what MJ was into.

“Now you know I’m hitting up some shit for Four20. But only the places with my plant being distributed.”

“That’s strategic.”

“Hell yeah. Well, you go on and take care of your honey, Midnight and enjoy y’all Four20 celebration. I’ll catch up witcha. Bye pretty, Nala.”

“Bye...” I lifted my hand with a wave.

“Talk to you later, MJ.”

I looked up at his handsome profile and realized he was embarrassed and not for the first time but more recently, I was able to see how he sincerely cared for me, and I couldn’t keep back how much I cared for him too.

“I love you too, Zaire.”

His surprise shone in his eyes before they turned warm, and his kiss came next. “I love you, baby.”

“I know. Now tell me about this name Midnight. I heard him call you that before.”

He shook his head. “Just a nickname for the dice games and because my ass is darker than the outside and also because when I get to rolling them dice, I put everyone else to sleep.”

“Ooooh, sounds exciting. Tell me about these dice games, Zaire.”

He shook his head at me. He grabbed the joint and rekindled it with a lighter that he tossed aside. He pulled the smoke into his mouth and leaned forward and as if I had been a pro at this, I leanedforward and pulled the tendrils of smoke into my mouth. My focus on MJ, Midnight, dice, and whatever else disappeared from my thoughts as I swallowed the smokey heat.

He placed the joint back into the ashtray he had pulled out of a kitchen drawer earlier. Something about this action said we were done and I was alright with it. What I’d done with him tonight was going to have me high until the end of time. Thank goodness it was the weekend and neither of us was on call.

“You want to hear more stories from my past or would like for us to smoke some more… then I stroke some more?”

I bit my lip as he repositioned himself to face me. Intense need filled my belly as his hands traveled up my thighs and landed at my waist.

He began pulling the t-shirt I wore, his t-shirt I stole, up over my head and tossed it to the floor. His palm engulfed one breast as his hot mouth found the nipple of the other. Fuck. I felt like I could cum in his lap just from this. Okay, I give in. Weed had its uses that I could entirely get with, I thought.

“Answer me,” he mumbled around the tip of my breast.

“Yes,” I whispered. Just finished sucking,dammit.

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