HighonYou (5 page)

“No, they change it every time.” Crystal dug through her
closet, grabbed a shirt and shorts and threw them on the bed. Her boobs jiggled
nicely as she moved, making sure the tightness in his pants didn’t go away.

Blake slept in his jeans, feeling the need to be prepared
for action at any time but not the kind of action his cock was hoping for right
now.

When Crystal had all her clothes laid out she stopped and
looked at him, expecting him to what? Leave? That wasn’t going to happen.

“Are you just going to stand there and watch me while I get
dressed?”

“It’s a little late for modesty, isn’t it?” Blake didn’t
move, didn’t turn away. There was no reason to and he wanted to see every inch
of her body in the light of day.

“I guess it is.” Crystal got this little smile on her face
and immediately Blake knew he was in trouble.

She lifted the black satin nightgown thingy over her head
and stood in front of him completely naked.

“Sure wish there was more time left, time for you to spank
me again this morning,” she purred.

Crystal bent over seductively, reaching to the center of the
bed to grab the sexy, black lace panties she had just tossed on top of it. She
peeked over her shoulder, grinning at Blake as she wiggled her sweet ass right
in front of him.

It was too much to resist.

Crystal knew she shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be
bending over her bed completely naked just to tease Blake. She needed to stay
focused on hurrying the hell up and getting dressed so she wouldn’t be late to
deliver the drugs. The men she was dealing with were dangerous. They weren’t
going to like it at all if she didn’t make the meet on time.

But here she was, everything hanging out, bending over,
teasing. When Blake’s hand slapped across her bare ass, causing the pain mixed
with pleasure that made her pussy clench, she knew tempting him had been a
mistake. Blake was not a man to be messed with. He was strong and smart and
powerful.

“Now hurry up and get dressed.” Blake commanded standing
there all shirtless and sexy but then he walked out of the room, closing the
door behind him to give her the privacy she suddenly didn’t want anymore.

The only thing she really wanted was Blake’s hands on her,
his cock pounding into to her hard and fast, making her forget the reality of
today. But that wasn’t an option. She had a backpack full of cocaine to
deliver. Real life couldn’t be avoided, the fantasy had to end.

Crystal threw on her bra, a clingy white tank top and short
jean shorts. All chosen for Blake’s benefit and that was stupid of her.

She pulled her hair into a ponytail and slapped on some lip
gloss before she grabbed the backpack out of her closet, threw it over her
shoulders and walked out of the room.

No turning back now.

He was standing there in her living room, his ear pressed to
a cell phone, muscles flexing, always looking as if he was ready for a fight.
Hopefully he wouldn’t get one today.

“Sound’s good. I have to go,” he said, pushed a button and
slid the phone into his pocket.

“Who was that?” She wondered who he was talking to, wondered
if he was giving their information to anyone, wondered if he was trusting one
of the wrong guys, someone involved in the scandal, thinking he was getting
help from his team.

Crystal didn’t know if any men from the DEA were involved.
The only ones she knew for sure wore the Miami PD uniform but she didn’t know
how far up this went, didn’t know if any of the agencies were actually clean.
They were all made up of men and men could be warped, could be bought. They
could also be threatened into doing things they knew weren’t right…just like
she had been.

Those cops who beat up her mom and threw her in jail could
be bullying a lot of other people.

“It was my partner,” Blake said simply, letting her know
without saying the words that she was only going to get information on a
need-to-know basis.

“You’re sure he can be trusted?” She hated having to trust
anyone she didn’t know to be on the right side of this. Which was absolutely no
one…except Blake.

Maybe she should have run away when she had the chance, when
he left her alone last night. She could have headed for Mexico or Canada and
started a new life and let her mom deal with her own consequences.

“I’m sure,” Blake said with such conviction that it calmed
Crystal’s nerves a little bit. He grabbed a beer out of her refrigerator and
grabbed her hand, holding it solidly as they walked out the door and into the
hallway.

“A beer?” Why the hell would he want a beer right now?
“Isn’t it a little early for that?”

“It’s for my cover. Need to fit the part of a bad-ass, beer-drinking
boyfriend.”

“Oh.” It made sense and Blake seemed to think of everything,
seemed to prove himself every time she started to doubt him.

Crystal liked the strength, the comfort she felt from the
simple gesture of his hand holding tight to hers but that could just be her
hormones talking. She shouldn’t need any support from him, didn’t need anyone.
What she was about to do was a big deal. It would very likely piss off a lot of
very powerful people, people who would probably come looking for revenge.

But it was also the right thing to do. Finally she was
getting the chance to do the right thing and as long as she had Blake to
protect her she wouldn’t back down. Maybe she could still move to Mexico after
this, wait tables at some touristy restaurant where no one knew her. But there
was still her mother to worry about.

“What about my mom?” She stopped at the bottom of the stairs
in the doorway of the building. “If this goes wrong, they’ll come after her
again.”

She couldn’t let anything happen to her mom. It was her
fault Crystal was in this position but that didn’t stop her from loving the
woman, nothing ever would. She may not be even close to perfect but no one was.

“I’ll send someone to protect her.” Blake squeezed her hand
and opened the building’s door.

Muted sunshine and the familiar wet Miami heat surrounded
her. Clouds filled the sky and were building in the distance, looking ominous
and seeming quite appropriate for the day she was about to take on. Hell, the
rest of her life was looking pretty ominous.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Crystal didn’t know if
he would send one of the dirty cops, her mom would be better off on her own.
She could still probably find a guy for a night or two, find a place to stay in
exchange for sex. That was nothing new and at least this time it would be for a
good reason.

“I’ll call her quick.” Crystal opened her phone as they
walked, let her mom know she should go somewhere to hide because there might be
trouble and then hung up before any drama could start.

Blake led her to his car, opened the driver side door and
said, “You should drive. It’ll be less suspicious that way.”

“Okay.” It was easy to go along with all his decisions.
Probably too easy.

She needed to keep her guard up. Just because he could fuck
her brains out didn’t mean he always had her best interests in mind. Blake had
a job to do, criminals to catch and protecting her once that happened might not
even be on his radar. She had to make sure she was taking care of herself
first.

Blake put the beer bottle between his legs, dug his phone
out of his pocket and buckled his seat belt before she got the car started.

Crystal grasped the wheel tightly, hoping like hell this
wasn’t all one big mistake as she pulled onto the road in front of her house
and started toward the drop-off location.

This part made her nervous even before Blake. They always
had her meet in some rough neighborhood or warehouse district. Carrying such
valuable cargo, cargo that had been proven worth killing for just yesterday,
didn’t add any ease to the situation.

And today she was bringing Blake along. Hopefully that
wouldn’t piss them off enough to do anything drastic…like shoot her.

Blake relaxed into the passenger seat, looking completely
calm, at ease.

She wondered how the hell he did it, how he looked so
relaxed when every muscle in her body was tense, her gut was in a knot. Hell,
she’d be lucky if she didn’t throw up in front of him.

Crystal drove her car past the run-down duplexes and
businesses closest to her apartment and then onto the freeway. She followed the
directions from the female robot voice of her phone GPS back off the freeway
and onto a side street. The robot voice finally led her into a mostly deserted
warehouse area where the drop would be made.

There was a metal bench on the corner where she was supposed
to meet whoever was taking the backpack from her today. It was a pretty
desolate area except for some cars moving up and down streets a few blocks away
but there was no one close. A cold chill shot down her spine. She pulled
Blake’s car into a spot across the street from the bench and opened the door.

“I’m going to get out and sit with you. I can’t really hide
right here anyway or blend in with any other people around. Me sitting in the
car would be more suspicious than sitting next to you on the bench with my
beer.”

“Yeah, okay.” Crystal nodded. It made sense and she was too
nervous to argue.

Blake looked around and then pushed the button that opened
the trunk. “The backpack is in the compartment under the carpet, code four-two-seven-eight
on the lock.”

She walked to the back, quickly entered the code, pulled the
backpack out and slung it across her shoulder.

“When we’re out there don’t mention anything about who I
really am. They might have the bench bugged.”

“Sure.” God she was pathetic with her one word answers but
this whole ordeal scared the hell out of her. Her throat wanted to close up,
not let her speak at all. Her legs wanted to run away.

Blake went around the car and held her hand as they walked
across the street. He sat on the bench, leaned back and spread his legs wide,
playing the part of bad-boy boyfriend as he cracked open the beer and took a
sip.

Crystal was starting to really like the smell and even the
taste of beer. Damn if she didn’t want to kiss it off his lips right now.

Instead she sat beside him, tense, looking around for any
sign of the man who was supposed to be picking up the drugs. She didn’t see
anyone.

Blake pulled her against him as a few raindrops started to
fall. One splatted on her cheek and then on her foot but they were a welcome
distraction at this point.

A shiver shot through her. She didn’t know if it was caused
by the rain or his touch or the premonition of something bad.

“What’s got you so tense? Relax a little, baby.” Blake used
one finger against her cheek to turn her to face with him and then pulled her
close for a kiss.

His tongue tangled with hers, circling and plunging and her
pussy tingled with need. He was doing it to make the act they were putting on
more realistic but if things got any more realistic, she might start humping
his leg.

“Yeah. That’s much better.” Blake grinned, took another sip
of his beer and pulled Crystal up so that she was on top of him on the bench,
her knees pressing against the hard metal and her crotch nestled against the
warmth of his core.

“I’m supposed to be keeping my eyes out for the man I’m
meeting here.” She thought she should protest a little. It seemed like the
right thing to say anyway, just in case they were listening.

“I’ll let you know if anyone comes our direction. Don’t
worry, baby.” He slipped a hand under her shirt and under her bra and squeezed
the flesh of her breast, pinching the nipple lightly between two of his
fingers. Wetness surged to her opening. It was only a game, an act to convince
anyone who might be watching that they were in love or at least in lust but it
felt like so much more than that. It felt real.

Crystal glanced around again. There was no one anywhere near
them. No sign of the man she was supposed to give the drugs to and that worried
her. They were never late and she and Blake had only pulled up a minute early.

Blake wrapped a hand around the back of her head and pulled
her down for another kiss.

“Mmmmm.” The moan came naturally. She wanted him again and
it didn’t matter that they were on a bench in the middle of the city in a
completely inappropriate situation.

“That’s right, baby.” He moved his hand over to her other
breast and squeezed that one, tweaking the nipple, causing another shot of
wetness to her pussy.

“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see
me?” Crystal stiffened, hearing the stupid words come out of her mouth. She
never should have said anything about a gun. She knew they might be listening.
She was smarter than this, street savvy and almost had a college degree. But
when she was around Blake her brain frazzled. It was definitely dangerous.
Maybe jail would have been the smart option after all.

He pulled her down hard against his cock.

“It’s
definitely
happy to see you.” He said the words
without missing a beat, without seeming upset at all about what she said.

He thrust upward, rubbing his hard cock against her, showing
that it wasn’t all an act to him either. Or that he was a really good actor.

“Ummhmm.” She moaned in response, not thinking, just
feeling. It was better than using words anyway.

“Is your friend usually late?” Blake asked and looked
around.

“Never.” She looked around too but there were no cars, no
people, just empty sidewalks and streets and tall buildings surrounding them.

“Then let’s get out of here so I can fuck you good and
hard.” His words were growled and a shiver shot through her.

Crystal didn’t know if Blake was still acting or if that was
what he really wanted or both but she was more than happy to get out of there
if he thought it was the right thing to do. The rain was coming down harder and
she was getting soaked. There was still no one around and Crystal had a bad
feeling about it all.

Either the person who was supposed to do the pickup had been
scared off by Blake’s presence or something else was wrong. Either way,
sticking around wasn’t a good plan.

“Sounds good to me.” She grabbed Blake’s hand and pulled him
up off the bench.

He looked around, took another swig off his beer and held
her hand as they hurried across the street.

Crystal climbed into the driver’s seat quickly without
having to be told and started up the car. One final glance around the area
revealed nothing. No people watching from cars, no one around. And then the
clouds opened up, dumping rain, pounding against the metal of the car, making a
loud thumping sound that would normally be soothing. The fact that no one came
for the drugs meant that they were either on to him or his presence scared or
pissed them off. Any of those circumstances would make danger imminent for
Crystal.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said and she pulled away from
the curb and down the road.

“Where to?”

“Let’s go toward South Beach. I don’t want to risk going
back to your house right now. Not until I know what’s going on.”