Page 86 of Cruel Devil

“Not a grown up.”

I roll up the gold paper and seal it with a swipe of my tongue as she watches. Maybe it’s the fact that I had my cock in my hand only a few minutes ago, but being half-naked, rolling a joint for a virgin smoker, it’s kinda erotic. Especially when her gaze locks with my lips before she hurriedly looks away.

“You’re pretty good at that,” she mutters suspiciously.

“I’m pretty good at a lot of things. Excellent at even more.” I glance at her just in time to catch her rolling her eyes at me.

This was not how I’d intended to woo her, and it’s throwing me off balance.

Since meeting her, I’ve spent a great deal of time planning how to get her into my bed. Who’d have thought she’d climb in all by herself?

Guess I have the boogeyman to thank for that.

I light the gold-leaf joint and take a hit, making sure it’s drawing properly before handing it to her. She just stares at it.

“Go on.”

“I dunno…” She pushes into a sit, wrinkling her nose at the smell of the weed. Fuck knows why—it’s Blueberry OG.

“You said you wanted to get some shut eye.” I take another drag, speaking in a tight voice as I keep the smoke in my lungs for a beat. “Chose a nice mellow indica, perfect for winding down before bed.”

“Thought it just got you high.”

“There are different kinds of high.” I hand her the joint again.

I guess I finally wore her down, because she rolls her lips together in surrender and reluctantly takes the joint. She puffs gingerly at it, and then hands it back.

“Did any of that even hit your throat?” I take another long pull.

“I’m testing it first.”

I sigh and hand it back. “One proper drag.”

Her shoulders droop, but she takes it back and hits it properly. Maybe a little too properly. I’m just in time to pluck the joint from her fingers before her coughing fit starts.

I set the roach down on the edge of my nightstand before going over to my mini fridge and grabbing an Evian.

She’s still coughing when I hand it to her, and she downs nearly half the bottle before the fit subsides.

“Holy crap,” she mutters, wiping at her eyes with a knuckle. “You could have warned me.”

“Best way to teach someone how to swim is to throw them in the deep end.”

“Best way to drown someone, you mean.” She blinks at me a few times and then shrugs. “I don’t feel anything.”

I smile and lean over to collect the roach from the nightstand. My robe’s gone and slipped open again, but I don’t bother closing it. I’m already sinking under the indica’s warm, fuzzy blanket of bliss, so I could care less if Andy wants to clutch her pearls because I’m half naked.

My dick gives a sullen throb in my lap.

Fuck, now I’m thinking about what it would be like giving Andy a pearl necklace.

I hand her the joint, then take it back when we both realize it’s gone out. I light it for her again, and she takes another drag. She coughs again, but at least it doesn’t sound like she’s hacking up a lung this time.

As she hands it back, her eyes droop. “Shit. I feel it now. I shouldn’t have taken that last hit.”

I chuckle. “It’s not heroin. You’ll be fine.”

“I know.” Her gaze drops, lips rolling together until her mouth’s just a hard line. I drop the roach into my half-empty beer, turning back to her with a frown.

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