Page 40 of Hitch
I look Reggie dead in the eyes. “Lick me clean.”
Her tongue, lazy and wet, drags over the head of my dick, teasing the crown, then going back down the underside until she’s licking my balls where there’s definitely no come. A raw hunger controls her right now, and my cock swells all over again. I growl, and she shivers in response. There’s come on her face and tits, and makeup runs down her cheeks in long gray streaks. Her lingerie is still clothing her body, but it’s in complete disarray. She’s utterly destroyed.
“Duane?” Todd asks.
I jerk my eyes away from her, my vision going red as I see Todd. The fucking prick. Rage burns inside of me as I try to figure out what to do. I want to tell Reggie sheowesme. That I did this for her. That I used Todd so that she could get what she wanted.
But I don’t say a word. Instead, I tell myself that I shared her to prove that I don’t give a shit about her. Because if I did, I’d kill Todd.
And Todd is still here.
I want to ask what she’s planning on doing now, but all I do is throw a couple of towels on the couch next to her as she closes her eyes. After all, Idon’tcare about her. She’s nothing to me.
Just a pretty little plaything to use.
“She can sleep here,” I say to Todd, an order, not a request. But Todd, the good man that he is, nods to me, then discusses the situation with his staff.
In no time at all, we’re off, caravanning back to the farm. Once we park, I glower at Todd, knowing that he’s felt my woman’s pussy. Knowing that any man who has a taste of somethingthatsweet is liable to want another. I finger my gun, imagining putting a bullet into him right now. But jealousy means insecurity, and I know my worth. I’m not a jealous man. Reggie wouldn’t betray me. Hell, there’s nothingtobetray.
Still, I want to put him in the fucking ground.
The front door of the house slams open.
“What took you so long?” Braden scolds. But before we answer, he gets on with it: “Cops came. Said that an anonymous tip had been sent in. I didn’t let them see shit, but they said they’re going to get a warrant.”
“A warrant?” Todd asks.
“It was only supposed to be the three of us,” Braden says. “Threeof us. No one else. I don’t care how big this operation is. We need to get rid of everyone else, including that fucking girl.”
My blood runs cold. That fucking girl?
My fucking girl.
I narrow my eyes at Braden. “What did you say?”
“Are you suggesting murder?” Todd asks, cocking his head to the side. “Man, we don’t have to do that. We just got to—”
“Fuck, Todd. We both know how much Duane likes to fix problems. Let him dig himself an even deeper grave, and hell, we’ll have him dig one for us too while he’s at it! Damn it!” Braden shouts. “It was never supposed to be like this.”
“And I told you that if you didn’t want any part of this, you could go back to fucking Florida,” I bellow. “The mushrooms would’ve failed if you hadn’t obsessed over them, butyou’rethe one who needed to see them grow. You’re the one who’s obsessed with fungus and getting high, but pretends like none of this is your problem.”
The truth of the matter is that out of the three of us, Braden is the only one who’s actually tested the product. It’s not like he’s completely above the law. He’s forged paperwork. Grown illegal mushrooms. Hell, he’s the one who introduced me to Todd, a man anyone can guess is a criminal.
And now, Braden’s threatening to get rid of our other sellers by any means necessary. He’s not the good person he thinks he is.
“Relax, guys. Come on,” Todd says, patting both of our shoulders. My muscles tense. He thinks he can touch me like that? Like we’re friends, after he touched my girl? I curl my fingers, the desire to shove him into the ground growing like a goddamn earthquake inside of me. “We can agree that there are too many people in this situation,” Todd says. He turns to me. “We’ve got three sellers left, right? I can bring them back here. Say we’re doing more training, or something like that. Then you can take care of them.”
That’s my job—making sure everything keeps running as usual. The muscle and the main investor of the operation.
“Plus the girl,” Braden adds.
My knuckles are white as I ball my fists. My boots thud closer to Braden, and his eyes widen.
But Todd steps between us.
“We’ll figure out Reggie later,” Todd says calmly. “No one’s after her, all right? I gotta head back to the club, but for now, let’s work on the people who are actually selling for us. The ones who are most likely to be the leaks.”
Braden and I nod in agreement, then Todd heads back to the strip club. Braden storms off back to the labs, while I get back in my truck.
