HighonYou (6 page)

He ignored his hard-on and flipped open his phone to call
Mason. “They didn’t make the pickup. Did you see anything, hear anything?”

“There was a man I caught on camera about two blocks from
the bench. He started walking up the street and then suddenly turned around. He
stopped to look back again, right when you started making out with the girl,
stared for a minute and then walked away. My best guess is that your presence
scared him off. Nice acting by the way.” There was something strange about
Mason’s voice when he made the comment about the acting.

He’d pretended to be a drunken boyfriend before with
informants and female officers. It was a pretty good role. One he never turned
down. Why would Mason think today was any different? It was but he didn’t know
that.

“Thanks, Mason.”

Scaring the guy off at the drop was better than being made
as a DEA agent. If they believed Blake really was her boyfriend, his team would
still have the upper hand, still have a chance at this.

“We’re going to go for a little drive. Let things cool off
and hope that she gets a phone call that will help us out soon.”

“Sounds good, man,” Mason replied and Blake’s phone went
silent.

He closed the phone. But Blake had more in mind than just a
drive. He wanted like hell for Crystal to ride him, ease the pain of his
goddamn blue balls that she caused by kissing him while they waited on the
bench. The woman was damn seductive…even when she wasn’t trying.

Blake reached over and put his hand on her leg, letting his
fingers run up and down the soft skin of her inner thigh lightly. He saw her
shudder, could hear her breathing speed up as he slid a couple fingers into her
shorts and tugged her panties away from her skin.

Too. Damn. Tempting.

Blake moved one finger along her sex and slid it easily into
the wetness. She sucked in a sharp breath and her pussy walls clenched around
his fingers, letting him know just how much she needed him.

Crystal let out a high-pitched moan and Blake’s cock pressed
harder against his jeans. He pretended to stare out the window at the road in
front of them but all his focus was on her.

“If you don’t stop that, I’m not going to be able to drive.”
Her words were breathy and Blake knew he had her on the edge.

“Well, you better find a place to park then.” He circled her
clit with his fingers and could feel her body tense beneath him.

They were almost to the beach and the area was sure to be
pretty much empty with the rain coming down like this. It should be easy to
find a parking spot and easy to stay hidden in plain sight. Tourists and locals
would all be running for drier ground.

Crystal pulled into a spot parallel to the beach and put the
car in park.

Blake pulled his hand out of her shorts.

“Don’t stop.”

“Don’t worry.” He had no intention of stopping. “You’re
going to get over here and ride me.”

Blake shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t have sex with her
in a public place, hell he shouldn’t be having sex with her at all. If he got
caught doing his informant, it could have serious repercussions on his career.
But right now he didn’t give a damn about anything but having Crystal’s hot
cunt wrapped around his cock.

Rain poured down, covered the windows in a layer of water
that made everything blurry, almost impossible to see through. It was unlikely
that anyone would walk through the storm to anywhere near his car. But there
was always the possibility of someone crazy enough to brave the rain and find
them. It was a small risk and one he was willing to take. One he
had
to
take.

Blake needed to touch Crystal again, had to have her. He
never once tried drugs even when he was young but felt an addiction to her that
might be something like an addiction to drugs. He couldn’t get enough of her
soft skin or her sweet touch, needed to hear her moan for him. She was his
first real addiction and not one he wanted to give up. Not yet anyway.

Crystal cupped his cock in her hand, rubbed down the front
of his jeans. His dick jerked forward at her touch and a jolt of lust shot
through him. She unzipped his pants and took the condom from his hand, unrolling
it slowly and smiling as she moved.

He should be teaching her not to look at him, to be the
perfect submissive but he liked to see the fire in her eyes more than he
expected. It was as if he could see straight into her soul. But it was a
connection he shouldn’t be wanting, a connection that couldn’t last.

“Get up here. Now.” His voice was a little rougher than he
had intended and he hoped like hell it didn’t scare her off. She would probably
be in a more emotionally fragile condition today, in the middle of a failed
drop.

“Yes, sir.” She gave a mock salute and then straddled him,
perched her tight cunt at the tip of his cock and slid down in one fast motion
that had him close to coming already.

Blake gritted his teeth and forced the urge away. He was
going to make sure she came first if it killed him.

And from the sounds of her moans as she slid her cunt slowly
up and down once and then again, it wasn’t going to take long.

He pulled one of her breasts out the top of her tank top and
sucked the nipple into his mouth hard. She shuddered and then started riding
him harder and faster, her moans getting louder and higher pitched, letting him
know she was getting closer and closer to release.

“Come for me.” He needed her to lose control.

And she did. Slammed her tight cunt down on him one more
time and her pussy convulsed around him. And that was all it took. His balls
tightened and he thrust up into her even deeper as the seed shot from his cock.
Pulsing, over and over until he couldn’t see straight.

Crystal clung to him, didn’t move, and he felt as if he
could stay like this forever. Her hot cunt wrapped around him was so damn
perfect.

But then her phone rang. They both tensed and looked over to
the driver’s seat where the black plastic rectangle was lit up and continued
its song. So much for living in this fantasy, real life was about to hit again.
Hard and fast and not in the good way.

Crystal’s hand shook as she reached over to the driver’s
seat and grabbed her phone. She was still sitting on Blake’s cock but the
intense pleasure from her orgasm suddenly disappeared when the ringing of her
phone interrupted the moment. Damn reality for ruining the chance of any
perfectly good, orgasm-induced relaxation.

She looked at the number and knew exactly who it was. Well,
not exactly
who
but she knew what the man on the other end of the line
wanted. The drugs.

“It’s them.” She looked at Blake, waiting for his guidance.

“Answer it. See what they want.”

“Hello.” She tried like hell to keep her voice from
cracking.

“Who was with you today?”

She recognized the voice, but never heard it this angry
before.

“He’s just my boyfriend.” The sad part of that statement was
how much she wanted it to be true.

“You know you’re not supposed to bring anyone along.”

“Well, someone tried to kill me yesterday. I didn’t feel
safe going there alone.” The lie slipped easily off her tongue, probably
because it wasn’t a total lie.

“The drunk bastard wouldn’t be able to protect you anyway.
The only thing he’s doing is causing trouble for you.”

The way he said the words sent a chill down her spine. She
knew this wasn’t going to be easy or safe but the reality of it was hitting
hard now. She had done something to piss them off and they weren’t making any
effort to hide that fact. The second part of the man’s statement was definitely
a threat. Crystal swallowed hard.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would cause trouble,” she lied
and her stomach did a backflip.

“You’re smarter than that Crystal, that’s why we chose you.
I’m going to be sending someone to your house this afternoon. Give him the
drugs and don’t cause any more problems.”

“Okay.” She could hear the phone go dead on the other end
without any formal ending of the conversation but that wasn’t surprising. These
guys weren’t about being polite, they were only interested in one thing,
getting the job done. Stepping on anyone in the way and doing whatever it took
to make sure that happened was a guarantee.

“What did he say?” Blake asked.

“He’s sending someone over to get the drugs at my apartment.
I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be there with me when they come.”

“I won’t leave you alone. Especially not now, not after we
already wrecked the drop. I’ll come up with a plan but I won’t leave you alone
to face them. It’s not safe.”

“It was never safe.” She gave out the best protest she had
but she really didn’t want to face them on her own. Their anger at him being
there was better than being shot and buried somewhere without anyone knowing
what happened to her. At least with Blake she could have a fighting chance.

“I know.” He nodded, not trying to placate her or make the
situation seem any less dangerous than it really was. She respected the honesty
he gave her. It made her feel better than any lie could have.

Blake lifted Crystal off his cock. The absence of him left
her feeling empty and alone and scared.

“I’ll drive.” He pulled up his jeans and fastened them
before sliding over into the driver’s seat. “You might want to put these on.”

He handed over her shorts and panties with a sexy grin.

“Yeah, thanks.” Crystal slid into her clothes as he started
up the car and pulled out of the parking space and onto the wet road. She
fastened her seat belt and rubbed her temple, trying to keep away the headache
that was suddenly threatening.

Blake grabbed his phone and dialed Mason’s number as he
worked his way through the crawl of traffic in the downpour.

“Hey.” Mason’s voice came through loud and clear.

“Plans changed. They’re sending someone to her house for the
pickup.”

“Yeah, I know. I’ll be somewhere close.”

“You know? Oh, yeah.” Mason was listening in on all her
phone calls and Blake needed to get all the blood away from his cock and back
to his brain.

Mason cleared his throat and asked, “Is there anything else
you want to tell me about?”

“No. What do you mean?” Now Mason was definitely acting
weird and it made Blake more than a little nervous.

“You know the tracking device on the bag has audio
capabilities.” Mason chuckled.

“Shit.” Blake was caught red handed fucking his informant.
“You were listening to that?”

Mason had seen him fucking girls at the dungeon but that was
different. This was a total invasion of privacy. Hell, it wasn’t really the
invasion of privacy he was worried about, mostly the fact that he could be in
some deep shit if Mason cared to use it against him, or if things went wrong,
Mason would know why, know Blake was running around with his pants around his
knees.

“Don’t worry it’ll be our little secret.” Mason said. “Just
keep your dick in your pants until after the drugs are delivered. This is the
reason I introduced you to the Dungeon, to keep you from doing stupid shit like
this.”

“Yeah. Fine.” Blake didn’t know what else to say. There
wasn’t much he could do but trust that Mason wouldn’t punish him for his indiscretions.

Blake grasped the wheel tightly and swerved around all the
other cars on the road. He was under control but barely.

A few minutes later he pulled up in the driveway of
Crystal’s apartment, released his death grip on the wheel and forced himself to
relax a little.

“You grab the backpack.” He wanted to make sure to never
touch the thing in public, just in case someone was watching, so they wouldn’t
associate him with it at all. They might assume he didn’t even know what was
inside, that he didn’t care about it.

“I’ll go in first.” Blake grabbed her by the arm just before
they got to the building’s door and pulled her so she was standing behind the
protection of his body.

Crystal didn’t say anything but followed right behind him as
he walked into the building and up the stairs to her apartment door. He
couldn’t draw his gun, couldn’t be completely ready for action without possibly
blowing his cover. Cover was still important at this point.

Blake listened for any movement before he opened the door. When
they got into the apartment he drew his gun, finger looped around the trigger,
ready for action. He checked all the rooms, behind the doors, under her bed, in
the closet until he was convinced her house was empty, safe. For now anyway.

“Let’s get all the empty beer bottles out of the garbage.
Set them around on the table and floor and crack open a fresh one for me to
have a sip of.” He had to make it look as if he had been having one hell of a
party by the time of the pickup. They were already suspicious. But they
wouldn’t let a million dollars in cocaine go just because they were a
suspicious. Somehow they would get the drugs back and he’d be here to protect
Crystal when they did.

Blake spilled a little beer down the front of his shirt and
on his pants to finish the scene and then took a big sip from the bottle to
make sure he had alcohol on his breath if anyone came close enough to smell it.

“Get over here and sit on my lap.” Blake shouldn’t have said
the words. Having Crystal come and sit on his lap was only going to cause
torment he didn’t need but she was pacing nervously around the room and he
wanted to be close enough to comfort her.

She put the softness of her ass onto him, right on his cock,
and damn if he didn’t start to go hard instantly. But a knock at the door
interrupted anything from happening. Crystal stiffened and then climbed off him
and walked to the door.

Blake leaned back in the chair into a fake, relaxed position
and took a sip of beer as she opened the door.

“Good afternoon. Officer, please come in.” Crystal welcomed
the man, but there was definitely a tenseness in her voice. “I assume you’re
here to pick up the package?”

“What the hell is
he
still doing here?” The man made
his disapproval very obvious, sneering the words as he pointed in Blake’s
direction.

Blake wobbled his upper body and turned to face the man in
the doorway.

“He doesn’t look like an ocifer to me.” Blake slurred the
words perfectly and wobbled his entire upper torso again for effect as he
squinted one eye. He wasn’t dressed in a police uniform so she must have said
it to tip him off. Smart girl, not that he was going to let his guard down with
anyone. Most of the drug runners were more highly trained than the police and
they had a much larger budget for weapons and technology.

“He’s drunk. What did you want me to do, make him drive
himself home? I figure he’s going to pass out any minute anyway. Come back in a
few and that’ll probably be the case.” Crystal didn’t falter at all with the
lie.

“I’m not drunk, bitch.” Blake leaned back in the chair
again. “Why does he care? You’re not doing him, are you?” Then he mumbled just
loud enough for the man to hear. “You better not be doing him,” took another
sip of beer.

There was a part of him that worried she
was
playing
both sides. If she could tell a lie to the man at the door with ease, she could
be doing the same thing with Blake. He wondered again if he was really thinking
clearly or doing most of his thinking with the wrong head when it came to
Crystal.

Blake had to keep his guard up, had to be ready for
anything.

“No, I’m not doing him. He’s just here to pick up
something.” She took a step away from the man and the little bit of distance
gave Blake some comfort, some time to react if the officer tried anything.

“Yeah. Sure. Whatever.” Blake took another drink from his
beer and then let his head tip forward as if he was staring at the floor but he
didn’t take his focus off the man for a second.

“It’s just back in my bedroom. I’ll grab it and be right
back,” Crystal said and then walked down the hall to her room.

The officer stood near the door with a tenseness that made
Blake nervous. This wasn’t going to be a simple pickup. His gut told him that.

Blake adjusted himself in the chair, wobbling and looking as
if he was about to fall out for a second to keep up with the charade. But the
movement had a much more important job than putting on an act. He moved so one
of his hands rested on the cold steel of his gun, ready for action, ready for
anything this guy threw his way.

Crystal came back from her room with the backpack in one
hand, dangling just above the floor. The man’s eyes were focused on it and then
he drew his gun. It wasn’t standard issue but had a silencer attached. The man
aimed it right at Crystal and Blake held his breath.

“Just set it on the floor in front of me.”

“What? Why?” Her voice cracked. Even Crystal could see that
the man meant business with that gun.

“My bosses think you’ve become a risk. They’re not happy you
brought your friend along with you and you didn’t follow their orders
correctly.” He grinned as he said the words, as if he was looking forward to
getting rid of her. A true psychopath. Blake’s gut clenched.

“So you’re going to…kill me?” Crystal’s words came out as
more of a squeak and her eyes were huge as she stood there, probably too afraid
to move.

“It was supposed to look like a home invasion gone wrong but
now I’m thinking a murder-suicide would be a very likely situation with you and
your drunk boyfriend here.” The man sneered, way too happy to be delivering the
news, and Blake knew he couldn’t let it last a second longer.

“Over here, douchebag.” He yelled to get the guy’s focus off
Crystal as he pulled his weapon and sent two rounds right into the center of
the man’s forehead.

He crumpled to the ground and blood splattered across the
wall behind him.

“Oh my God, oh my God.” Crystal whimpered as she stared at
the man lying on the carpet, the pool of dark red blood beneath him growing.

Blake walked over and shot the man again. This time in the
stomach and knee. It needed to be done and he wouldn’t feel a thing now.
Sometimes being a good shot could work against a guy.

Crystal jumped at the sound of his gunfire. Probably didn’t
expect it and the events of the last few minutes were bound to make a person
jumpy.

“Why did you do that? He was already dead, wasn’t he?” She
brought her shaking hand up to her face.

“I need to make it look sloppy, not like a professional hit,
like it really was a pickup gone bad because of a drunk boyfriend.”

He might get a couple days before the forensic results told
the police exactly what happened, the order of the shots, and that just might
be long enough to flush out the rest of the officers involved. The less trained
they thought he was, the bigger advantage Blake would have.

“Grab the backpack. We have to get out of here.” They needed
to move before the police came, before anyone who could recognize him showed
up.

The two of them being on the run with the drugs was a sure
way to stir up lots of conversations between the guilty parties. Mason was
tracking all four burner phones they now knew were being used and watching to
see who was called from each of them. It was possible he could find enough
proof on his own, that Crystal would no longer have to be involved. And damn
did he want that to happen, wanted her to be done with this, safe.

Crystal stood there in shock, staring at the body but Blake
didn’t have time to console her right now. He grabbed a garbage bag and threw
the empty beer bottles into it and wiped down anything else he could remember
touching. They would eventually find his fingerprints on something but the
longer it took, the better. He held the garbage bag as she grabbed the backpack
full of cocaine and they walked out of the apartment together. He shut the door
behind him but didn’t lock it. It would just get broken down real soon if he
did.