Page 5 of Crash and Burn
“Nothing new or that we didn’t already know,” he tells me.
I nod. “Anything else I need to know?”
“Not right now. Go back to whatever you were doin’.” He dismisses me. I walk back to the main room, wracking my brain about what or who could be putting Marley in danger. What the hell could she have gotten herself into? I take another hit of my pen as I walk over to the table Saint and Raze have a game started at.
“What’d you get in trouble for this time?” Hollywood hands me another beer.
“Not shit, fucker. He wanted an update on how Marley is doin’,” I tell them.
“Did you let him know she roasted you earlier?” Buzz laughs.
I flip him off. “I’m wearing her down. You’ll see.”
“Yeah, see her turn you down again,” Hollywood says. They all burst into laughter.
“Are we playing teams or not?” I try to change the subject. Marley is the last person I want to be thinking about right now.
“We makin’ bets,” Tech asks.
“Twenty from each. Whoever sinks the most balls takes all?” Buzz suggests.
I shrug. “I’m good with whatever.”
Halfway through our first game, a couple cut bunnies make their way over to us. Trix saunters up to me, trying to seduce me with her body. I’ve been immune to that shit since the first time I fucked her. Her pussy ain’t anything to write home about.
“Hey, Ras,” she purrs out. “How you doin’, baby? You need me to take care of you?”
“Not right now, Trix. We’re in the middle of a fuckin’ game,” I tell her. When it’s my turn to shoot, I sink two balls before missing. As soon as I sit down, Trix has her hands all over me. I take one more hit from my pen, now having the perfect high. Hollywood ends the game, winning it for us and winning himself the money.
At this point, I’m so high, all I want to do is kick back and enjoy it. I move to the couch, letting myself drop onto it with Trix on my heels.
“Trix, get me another beer.”
She hurries off to the bar to get it, coming back as quickly as she can.
“Here you go, baby.” Sitting on my lap, she hands me my beer and throws her arms around my neck. “What else can I do for you?”
My eyes roam over her body. She’s wearing this blinged-out, swimsuit looking top that barely holds her tits and some daisy dukes that only cover half her ass. I can’t help but compare her to Marley and how sexy she looked even though her body was covered up. My traitorous dick bounces at the thought of Marley. Trix must feel it because her eyes light up like she hit the jackpot.
“I can help with that.” She wiggles her ass against my lap. American Woman by Lenny Kravitz comes on and Trix squeals. “I love this song!”
She grinds her ass against my jean covered cock, moving her body to the beat of the song. I lay my head against the back of the couch, enjoying the show. I don’t know if it’s from smoking or drinking, but I begin to see Marley as the one grinding against me, making my dick rock hard. Out of my peripheral, the clubhouse door opens to Marley and Ruger, one of the Nomad brothers, walking in, bringing me back to reality. Marley’s eyes lock on mine.
