HighonYou (2 page)

“I’m not much of a beer fan. I only have them because my
former roommate left them in the fridge when she skipped town.” And skipped
paying her share of the rent for last month, and Crystal needed to find a
roommate soon. When bad luck hit, it hit hard. Not that she could blame it all
on luck, she got herself into the drug-hauling incident knowing full well the
possible consequences. She just didn’t know how to get out of it, didn’t know
whom she could trust. When the guys doing the dirty business were cops, there
was really no place to run.

“Tell me again about your mom and how she got hooked into
all this.” Blake took a long, slow sip of the beer and waited for her answer.

Crystal blew out a breath, considering just how much she
would tell Blake, but there wasn’t really a reason to hide any of it. The more
he knew, the better he would be able to help her out of the situation. “My mom
always had issues with drugs. When she was young and beautiful she would have
sex with some of the local cops and they would pay her with drugs they had
confiscated. She was almost always high. It was a pretty shitty upbringing, but
hey, I survived.”

That in itself was an accomplishment. The fact she stayed
clean, stayed out of trouble until now was a miracle. Not many kids she knew
growing up had.

“My mom sold herself to pay the bills and to get her fix.
The second always being more important than the first. She tried to get clean a
few times but always went back to it. With the help of our social worker I
moved to North Dakota as soon as I turned eighteen, to a different world, to
start a new life for myself and get an education. I wanted to make it in the
world, have a safe place to sleep every night and not worry about being
hungry.”

She sure wasn’t hungry now. Wasn’t anything like the scrawny
girl she had once been. Crystal had all the curves her mother once flaunted to
get the things she needed in life but Crystal didn’t want to use hers for that.

Blake tipped the bottle back, took another long, slow sip of
the beer, his lips pressed to the top, and damn if she didn’t wish she were
that bottle, wanted so badly for his lips to be pressing against hers again.
Stupid.

“She must have started transporting drugs when she wasn’t as
attractive, couldn’t get the things she needed with her worn-out body.” It was
a sad life, but even worse were the men who enabled her, the men who were
supposed to be serving and protecting the city. They took advantage of a sick
woman.

“I got a call last summer that she was in trouble and needed
me. I scraped up all the money I had and bought a bus ticket back home to come
take care of her. Her health was failing. I’m sure it was because of the drugs.
Anyway that’s how I got started doing the deliveries. At first I didn’t know
what was in the packages and once I did, it was too late, they had me. They
beat up my mom, threatened to kill her.” Crystal sucked in a deep breath and
forced her emotions down. “I couldn’t stop doing it.”

Was he checking to see if her story changed from when she
told it to him on the boat? It wouldn’t change, it was the truth.

“Would you like another beer?” Crystal offered and got up
from her chair to take his empty.

He stood up at the same time. “No thank you. Just tell me
where your garbage is and I’ll throw this away.”

“It’s okay. I got it.” She put her hand over his on the
bottle, could feel the heat of his skin against hers. He didn’t release the
bottle, didn’t move away, but pulled her down close to him, as if he was going
to kiss her.

And damn if she didn’t want him to. She tilted her head up,
leaned in, inviting Blake to kiss her, needing him to touch her again.

He didn’t disappoint, kissed her as if he wanted her as much
as she wanted him. Tongues tangled, explored. He tasted like beer and for once
she didn’t mind the taste. She just needed more. More of his heat. More of his
touch.

Crystal pushed Blake backward, down onto the couch and
straddled him, molding her body tightly to his. His cock was hard, pressing
solidly against her pussy and she rubbed against it, needed him slamming deep
inside her, hard and fast.

Blake groaned but then pulled away from her kiss.

“I’m sorry. I can’t be doing this.” He couldn’t even look at
her when he said the words.

And immediately she felt stupid for throwing herself at the
man. She knew he was someone she couldn’t keep. But keeping him wasn’t what she
was thinking about right now. What she could or couldn’t keep didn’t seem all
that important in this moment. All that really mattered was quenching the
burning need between her legs. That look in his eyes told her he felt it too,
wanted it as much as she did.

“Why not?” Crystal challenged, fire sparking in those sexy
eyes. He shouldn’t even be attracted to the woman but he was. God help him.

“We’re going to be working together. It’s not appropriate.”
Blake forced himself to say the words while his cock was in full protest. He’d
wanted another taste of her, wanted to touch her again the whole damn ride
home, but it was completely against every rule in the book. Not that he was
much for following the rules, especially the ones he didn’t agree with.

“So you’re not allowed to have any fun on the job?” Crystal
purred and wiggled against his cock again and he nearly lost it.

He knew from that first kiss she was going to be trouble.
There was something about her that was irresistible and now that he knew her
background he had even more respect for the woman. Which was exactly why he
shouldn’t be touching her, shouldn’t want to fuck her so damn bad. She deserved
a good man, a stable man, someone she could count on a happily ever after with.
Not a man like him.

“We can have fun on the job, but sex would…complicate
things.” He forced out the words he didn’t want to say. Even with all the good
reasons he should stay away from Crystal, the most important one being that she
was his informant, he still wanted damn badly to say yes.

“It doesn’t have to be complicated. It can be just sex.” She
moved again, started to slide away and her breasts jiggled temptingly.

Man, she had a nice rack and he sure as hell didn’t want to
send her away.

“Just sex?” Blake repeated her words, had to make sure she
was really offering what he needed, that she really needed the same thing. He
didn’t have the space in his life, or the time, for anything more. Blake was in
dangerous situations all the time, going deep undercover with the country’s
worst criminals. Not the kind of guy any woman would want to start a
relationship with.

Crystal bit her lower lip and stared at him for a minute
before she answered. “People think love and sex have to be intertwined, that
you can’t have one without the other. Sex is a natural part of survival, of
reproduction, of human need. Love is…well, I don’t know what love is really.”

He cringed a little at her words. She deserved sex
and
love. Unfortunately he couldn’t give her the second part. He sure as hell could
give her the first though.

“What I’m offering is sex, no strings attached, no happily
ever after needed.” Crystal put her hand on his thigh and moved it softly
upward toward the obvious bulge in his jeans. “Tell me you don’t want me and
I’ll know it’s a lie.”

“No. I definitely want you.” There was no reason to hide the
truth. Blake wanted Crystal from the first moment he touched her, wanted to
kiss every inch of her body, wanted to pound his cock into her until she
screamed his name.

“Good.” Crystal’s breath was hot in his ear and then she
licked his earlobe, causing the blood to surge even harder in his cock, almost painful
as it pressed against his jeans.

“But if we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it my
way.” It had been over two weeks since he had been to the dungeon because he
had been working an undercover mission, and Blake wasn’t going to get the
chance anytime soon now that he started this case. He could use the release and
he sure as hell wasn’t going to turn down what she was offering.

“And what way is that?” Crystal smiled coyly up at him, but
the girl had no idea what she was getting herself into.

Blake was a Dom, not as hard core as a lot of the guys at
the dungeon were but there were definite parts of the Dominant/submissive life
he preferred. There was also a reason he kept to sex clubs to get his rocks
off, a reason he stayed away from relationships and women with white picket
fences and babies on their minds. He couldn’t give them what they needed, what
they all wanted but Crystal was so damn tempting. Not because she was innocent.
She was too street savvy, too wise to the evils of the world to be considered
innocent, but she did have this sexy spark, something he couldn’t put his
finger on exactly, something that drew him to her.

The way she insisted on serving him, on throwing away his
beer bottle for him, gave Blake a little glimpse of how good a sub she could
be, but he wasn’t interested in training someone. He didn’t have the time or
patience to deal with it on a fling. Any kind of relationship he started now
probably wouldn’t last past the week. As soon as this mission was over, as soon
as Crystal helped put away the members of the police force who were involved in
the drug running, he probably wouldn’t see her again. That was just a fact of
his life.

“First thing, I’m going to be on top.” Blake could give her
a little sample of his tastes, see how she reacted to it, and if she didn’t run
away, they could have some fun while they were stuck together. It could make
this an interesting couple days, or week, or however long he needed to be with
her to take down the ring.

Blake flipped Crystal over to the other side of the couch,
moving her soft sweet body underneath him, right where she belonged.

“I can’t offer you a commitment or a relationship.” He had
to be completely honest with her about what was on the table.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t want a committed relationship. He
didn’t have anything against waking up next to the same woman every morning, in
fact it sounded damn good. But he didn’t have the ability to offer a stable
family life, or security in the fact that he would be home every night, or any
of the guarantees a woman deserved. Not in this job.

But that was no reason to turn down sex. Not from a woman
this willing and…tempting. She wiggled underneath him, arched her back and
pressed her curves tight to his body and heat rushed to his dick.

“I’m not looking for a relationship,” she said. “I know the
difference between sex and love. I don’t see much need for love. It just brings
disappointment and pain.”

The words were hard to hear, hard to see that she had bad
experiences with love and was so cynical about it, but he couldn’t say he
wasn’t in somewhat of the same boat. Love sure as hell hadn’t worked out for
him yet anyway.

Crystal arched, trying to rub herself against Blake, showing
him how much she needed the one thing he offered. And there was no reason to
stop it.

Blake grasped the back of Crystal’s head, lacing his fingers
through her hair and tugging as he bent forward to kiss her. Hard, letting her
know just how serious he was.

Crystal opened her mouth instantly, giving him full access
to taste her. It felt so natural, but what would she think about the rest of
the things he wanted to do to her? Would she let him take control and spank her
and handcuff her? And that was just the start of the things he really wanted to
do.

Crystal was a natural submissive. Through all the
raised-on-the-streets tough attitude she put on, he could see the other side, a
part of her core, a part she tried to hide from the world. She couldn’t hide it
from him but would she be able to let lose enough, let herself enjoy the
pleasures he could bring her? There was only one way to find out.

Blake scraped her bottom lip between his teeth, and her low
moan let him know just how much she liked the pain mixed with pleasure. His
cock throbbed.

Blake was going to give Crystal a fuck to remember, a little
glimpse of how good it could feel to be his, and all under the openness that
whatever happened couldn’t develop into anything more than a fling. It was the
perfect situation.

“Stand up and take your clothes off for me,” he commanded.

Crystal did what he asked without protest, without saying
anything. She slipped her tank top up and over her head and then unclasped her
bra, releasing those fine breasts he wanted his fingers on so damn badly.
Blake’s cock pressed even harder against his jeans.

She had some rockin’ curves, curves that were going to be
his to touch real soon. What started off as a simple case was turning into a
whole lot more fun than he ever expected.

Crystal shimmied out of her shorts and panties and stood
completely naked in front of him, not seeming ashamed or shy at all. Good. He
didn’t have the time to train her to love her body, not that he couldn’t
accomplish that. He could. But it was nice not to have to.

“Now undress me.”

Again, Crystal didn’t say anything, but she grinned as she
moved to his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. Her fingers were warm and
lingered on the skin of his chest and stomach. Blake squeezed the softness of
her breast and then tugged at her nipple. She gasped and then let out a little
sigh.

Her breasts were rounded, more than a handful, and he
appreciated that she was a real woman, lush and curvy, not some twiggy little
thing he would have to worry about breaking when he pounded into her.

Blake lifted her breast up to his mouth. It was heavy in his
hand, real. He sucked the nipple into a hard peak and the little fuck-me-now
moan she let out was damn sexy.

He liked how willing Crystal was to let herself feel the
pleasure, how willing she did everything he asked, but he was still holding
back.

There was no reason to scare her off. This relationship
wouldn’t last long enough for it to matter. He couldn’t date a drug mule, even
one who only did it under the circumstances Crystal had.

And he sure as hell couldn’t fall for her.

Blake didn’t know if her story was true, didn’t know if she
could be trusted to help him get the cops who were involved in the drug-running
operation…if there
were
any involved. He believed her story, it made
sense, she didn’t waver from any of the facts and he had his own suspicions
about police involvement from other circumstances. But he also had to keep his
head on straight, keep his guard up, keep in control of the situation and be
vigilant about noticing suspicious behavior from Crystal, just as he would with
any other informant.

But he could fuck her. Fucking didn’t have to be about love
or the future. They shared a need. It was as simple as that.

Blake slipped his hand between her legs, up to the heat of
her sex and circled her clit, slowly, gently, making her writhe for more. She
arched toward him.

And when he slid a finger into the wetness of her pussy she
moaned.

Yes. Crystal definitely had the need to be fucked. Her pussy
was soaked, ready for his cock already. Blake put another finger in and pumped
them in and out slowly. Her cunt squeezed tight around him.

A rush of blood shot to his cock. God, he wanted her. Bad.

Blake took his fingers out and put them up to her lips. He
could smell the sweet scent of her sex wafting through the air, wanted to be
pounding into it.

“Clean off my fingers.” He said a little more harshly than
he intended. She wasn’t a sub and he needed to be cautious with how he said
things to her.

Crystal looked up at him with the hint of a smile at the
corners of her lips, letting him know he hadn’t gone too far, hadn’t offended
her. She didn’t hesitate with his request, but sucked one of his fingers into
her mouth hard, licking off her juices eagerly, and then did the same with the
other. Lust surged hard through his entire body. He knew how good those lips
would feel on his cock.

“Now take my jeans off.” He had to get his pants off, the
pressure of his dick against them was too painful.

“Okay,” Crystal said simply as she grabbed his waistband and
unbuttoned his jeans.

She should be saying, “Yes, master”, but the words didn’t
matter that much. She was doing everything he asked without question, without
hesitation. If she got any better at this he might lose control.

Crystal moved her hands to his zipper.

“No. Use your teeth.” He tilted her chin up to look at him
and saw the lust flash in her eyes. It was damn sexy.

Blake released her chin and she moved down to kneel on the
floor in front of him. Her kiss-swollen, pink lips moved to his zipper, and she
easily clasped the metal between her teeth and pulled it down. Her breath was
hot and another surge of blood made his cock jerk forward.

He was going to have to work damn hard to keep his own urge
to come under control. There was something about Crystal, something that turned
him on from the first moment he touched her, something he’d never experienced
before. It excited him and scared the hell out of him at the same time. He had
to keep his head, keep emotions from becoming involved. She was going to be his
informant and a good fuck. Nothing more.