Page 76 of Best Served Cold

I couldn’t stop the grin that tilted my lips. “I have my moments.”

“Doubtful.”

“Do you want some, or not?”

He leveled a glare at me. “I’m not begging you for shit.”

“Like you didn’t beg me to make you come while I blew you?” I arched my eyebrow at him. “Like you didn’t beg me to finger you until you came down my throat?”

Soft pink stained his neck. Making Noah blush was beyond satisfying, and my heart rate picked up again.

“Fuck you.”

“So rude.” I held the joint up. “And here I am trying to be nice.”

He made a move to take the joint from me. I shifted it out of his reach.

“The fuck?”

I smirked at his exasperated expression. “Do you want some, or no?”

“Fine,” he groused.

I shifted the joint so the lit end pointed at me. I loosely closed my mouth around it near the filter, ignoring the heat from the lit cherry.

Noah’s eyes narrowed, but he pushed off the tree and stepped closer. He leaned forward and angled his head like he was coming in for a kiss. When the filter was between his lips, I gently blew out a puff of air as he sucked in.

Chuckling, I pulled the joint out of my mouth as he sputtered and coughed.

“Asshole.” He turned his head and spit on the ground.

“Not my fault you’re greedy.” I flicked off the ash at the tip.

“The fuck is that?” He nodded to the half-finished joint.

“Do I really have to answer that?”

He rolled his eyes. “I meant how strong is it?”

“About eighteen percent. It’s high CBD so it doesn’t hit hard but it’s nice and mellow when it does.”

“I’ll have to take your word for it. A single hit off a baby joint isn’t gonna do it. Not for me.”

“Me either. But I don’t make a habit of getting stoned out of my gourd when I’m thirty miles from home.”

“Stoned out of your gourd? Are you twelve?”

“Is that any way to talk to the person sharing their joint with you?”

“What would you prefer I say? Thanks for the baby hit off your baby joint? I almost felt something for a half second.”

Smirking, I put the joint to my lips and drew in a big breath. The paper at the end flared red and burned away as more ash was revealed.

I held the smoke in my lungs and crooked my finger at Noah.

He rolled his eyes, but tilted his head and leaned in. His lips brushed mine. I parted for him, breathing out as he breathed in.

The humid smoke snaked between us. Another pulse of sensation hit, but again I couldn’t be sure if it was from the weed, or the sort-of kiss.

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