Page 57 of Styx & Stones

Alaska slides out of the vehicle and bends over to grab her purse. I stare at her ass, and when she stands and turns toward me, I’m holding the gas pump in front of my junk.

“Wow. You weren’t kidding about that boner.” She grins and blows me a kiss. “I’m getting snacks.”

And I’m getting harder just watching her walk away.

I swipe my card, fill the tank, and head inside to piss. Stones comes barreling out of the door, her arms full of snacks.

“Hungry much?”

“Starved. Hurry up. I didn’t pay for these.”

“What the fuck?”

“Go, go, go, go!” she shouts.

“Jesus, Stones.” I glance at the clerk, who’s staring with his brow creased in confusion. He’s not budging though, and I don’t know what the fuck else to do as Alaska barrels forward so I turn tail, hit the fob on my dad’s truck, and run like hell.

Inside the car, I slam the stick into drive and peel out of the gas station, almost clipping another vehicle in the process. The woman lays on her horn, and I lay on mine, and take the right exit onto the freeway.

Stones is cackling like a maniac, and I laugh too, caught up in her madness. “Wanna tell me what the fuck that was about? If you needed money, baby, you should have just asked.”

“I didn’t really steal this stuff,” she crows. “But you should see your face.”

“Are you kidding me right now?”

“Nope.” She grins and takes my hand from the wheel, toying with my fingers and sliding her sleeves over them before resting them in her lap. “I paid for every item.”

“You’re fucking crazy.”

“But I’m never dull,” she says with a crooked smile. She’s still holding my hand hostage, and fiddling with it in the sleeve of her oversized hoodie—myhoodie.

“No, you’re never that.” I take my hand back, needing to focus on the road. When I place it on the wheel, a bright teal velvet scrunchie is wrapped around my wrist.

“Did you buy me a scrunchie?”

“No. I bought me a scrunchie, which I’m giving to you.”

“I think you’re supposed to wear it first so it smells like you.”

“Eww, that’s gross. Who wants my ratchet-unwashed-hair smell on their scrunchie?”

I grin. “Me.”

“Well, that might be kind of hard.” She points to her hair, which is thinning in patches now, and that she mostly covers up with a bandanna tied in a bow on top of her head like a pinup girl. Some days she wears it like a badass biker chick. It’s totally fucking hot. “Lucky for you I bought more than one.” She takes a pink velvet scrunchie and stuffs it in her cleavage.

I wet my lips. “I’m totally getting that out later.”

Stones gives me a flirty smile. “I’m totally going to let you.”

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