Page 7 of Viper

“We can be friends, Thor. I don’t really have any male friends,” Cara says with sincerity.

Thor thinks it over for a few minutes and then sighs in defeat. “Ok, I’ll take it, but I will not talk about periods or let you paint my toes.”

“Deal!” Cara snickers and goes back to rolling her joint.

Throughout this conversation, I’ve been watching Cara roll the joints. At one point, she looks directly at me as she drags her tongue across the joint while staring me in the eyes. My dick is trying its best to break through my jeans. It’s painful as hell, and I need relief ASAP. I’m not going to be dumb enough to get it from the bunnies. I know if Cara finds out, that will ruin any chance I have of getting her in my bed.

The minx knows exactly what she’s doing. I see the smirk on those juicy lips, and all I can manage to think about is having them wrapped around my cock. I need to think about naked grannies or slaughtered kittens or something, so I can get rid of this hard-on.

“Ok, Pops, I’ll give you the first joint.” Cara turns to my dad, and he raises a brow at her. I know exactly why, and it seems so does Cara, because she quickly clears the air. “I didn’t mean that in a way of dissing your age. You just give off this fatherly figure type roll. If I offended you, I’ll just call you by your road name.”

His eyes soften at her words. He always wanted a daughter, but my mother was too busy shooting drugs into her arm. After six years of trying to get my mom sober, my dad finally kicked her out. She was dead nine months later due to an overdose. At the time, I was angry with Dad. I felt like he could have done more, but deep down, I knew he couldn’t. My mom never wanted kids, and she let me know every day.

“Baby girl, I would be honored if you called me Pops.” Cara gives my dad a killer smile and gives him the joint.

“Be careful, Smoke. Wherever the girls get this shit, its damn good,” Blade says laughing.

My dad didn’t get his road name “Smoke” for nothing. Back in his younger days, there was never a time when you’d see him, and he didn’t have a joint in his mouth.

“Don’t worry about me, young buck. This isn’t my first rodeo.” Pops lights up the joint and instantly the old man is coughing so hard I think he’s going to cough up his lung. “Holy… Shit. That is some good stuff,” Pops says through his coughing.

“Well, don’t be selfish, you old bastard. Hand that shit here,” Tiny demands.

One hour later, and I’m higher than I’ve ever been in my entire life. I know it’s not just me. All the guys have lazy smiles on their faces and we’re laughing with the girls. Those two are trouble after they smoke. We’ve been laughing nonstop at them and their shit talking. They’re not like most woman. When you crack on them, they don’t get all sensitive and cry. Nope, not these two. They just give you the shit right back.

The clubhouse doors open and Bobby along with River walk in with a shit ton of food. “Thank God you’re finally here. I’m starving!” Cara stands and makes her way to them.

“What’s all this?” I question the prospects.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I saw him on my way in here and asked him to go get some munchy food. I told him if he was busy don’t worry about it.” I’m guessing she thinks he’s in trouble, which he’s not. That shit we just smoked has me hungry enough to eat a cow right now.

“All is good, babe. Now, tell me what kind of food you got us?”

I’m standing over her right now. I’m close enough to see how her breathing changes with having me this close. Looking into her eyes, I can see her pupils are dilated. She is turned on just as much as I am. I need to be inside her, and soon. But it’s not happening tonight. I would prefer for her to have a clear head when I finally get her into my bed.

“Umm, I got some pizzas, tacos, burgers, and fries. I didn’t know what you guys liked, so I wanted to make sure we had a variety,” Cara breathes out.

“Welcome to the family, ladies. I think I speak for all the men in this room when I say you two are a breath of fresh air. We are going to enjoy having you two around,” Pops tells the girls. All the guys nod in agreement, and the girls smile like they won the lottery.

“Well, let’s dig in, guys. I just want to eat and fall into a nice deep sleep,” Sara says.

We all grab what we want to eat and head to the dining hall. I’m sitting at a table with Pops, Capone, the triplets, Bear, and Sara. Watching Capone eat the fast food is hilarious. He takes his diet seriously, but right now, he’s so high, he has no choice but to cheat. He’s still careful with what he eats—removing the bun from his burger, not eating the shell to his tacos, and eating only the toppings on his pizza, avoiding the crust at all costs. That one gets Cara’s attention, and she looks at Capone dumbfounded.

“Capone, I don’t want to assume, but aren’t you Italian?”

Capone gives her a nod with his head tilted to the side. I’m pretty sure he’s curious to see where she’s going with that.

“Then how the hell are you going to disrespect that pie like that? Hmm? We’re Italians. We do not eat pizza that way! We fold that shit up, and stuff it in our mouth!” Cara scolds him.

“That’s what she said!” Thor shouts from behind.

“Not now, Thor! I must teach Capone the ways of being Italian!” Cara is shaking her head at him and Capone is laughing at Cara’s antics.

“It’s just my body is my temple, Cara. I try to avoid carbs when I can.”

Cara looks at Capone in horror. She turns her attention to her brothers, asking a silent question, which they both give her nods. “Capone, we are Italian! We eat carbs! It’s what we do!” Cara admonishes. “I never thought I would meet an Italian who doesn’t eat carbs,” she says to herself in awe.

Cara stands and throws her trash away. I watch her call over Bobby and River and she hands them a few joints a piece. They’re smiling as if she just hung the moon for them.

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