HighonYou (4 page)

“It does make sense that law enforcement is involved in the
Mohab ring. They are growing like crazy, taking over territory that had never
budged before, and every time we get close they find out somehow and switch
things up.” Mason gave the little bit of agreement Blake needed.

“She’s set to drop off the backpack tomorrow morning
sometime so I’m going to bug it and go with her to the drop site, see if I can
identify the guy.” Blake didn’t have everything completely planned out and he
didn’t like that. He liked to be meticulous, know exactly what he was going to
do and how he was going to do it, but some situations called for playing by the
seat of a guy’s pants and this was one of those times.

“Here’s her number, record every call in and out. I bought a
burner phone at a gas station on the way over here. My number’s the bottom
one.” Blake handed Mason the jagged, half a sheet of paper with the numbers
scribbled across it in black ink. “I’ll call you tomorrow and let you know
what’s going on.”

He didn’t know where this was going to go, what he was going
to need from Mason, but by tomorrow he should have something. He better have
something.

“Sounds good.” Mason slammed down the last of his beer and
set the empty bottle on the table. “Stay safe, bro.”

“I will.” Jack toyed with his still half-full beer on the
table. He watched Mason walk out the door and waited a couple minutes before he
made his exit, anxious to get back to Crystal.

She was alone in that apartment and there were people out
there who thought she had a million dollars’ worth of cocaine in her
possession. They wouldn’t likely kill her without finding out where it was and
right now it was safe in the trunk of his car, in a secret locked compartment
made for things like this. But he sure as hell didn’t want to leave her alone
any longer than necessary.

Blake jumped in his car and even squealed the tires a little
as he sped away from the bar and back toward Crystal’s house.

He locked the door behind him when he left and didn’t have a
key to her apartment but that wasn’t going to keep him out for long. He took
his knife out and went to work on the door only to find she had bolted the
deadbolt while he was gone. Smart girl.

“Blake? Is that you?” Her words were whispered, wavering
with fear.

“Yeah. It’s me.” He could hear the door unlocking and she
pulled it open, hiding behind it.

When he got through the door he could see why. She was
dressed in a lacy, black, little minidress thing. There was probably a fancy
word Victoria’s Secret used for something like this but he didn’t give a damn
about the name, the only thing he could focus on was the way his cock filled
with blood at the sight of her cleavage displayed so nicely for him.

“I’m glad you’re back.”

“Yeah, me too.” To be welcomed by a sight like that made him
even happier to be there.

She blushed a little and looked down at the floor. Was she
embarrassed? She obviously wore that outfit knowing he would see her in it.

“This is very nice.” Blake let his finger run across the
silky edge of her nightgown, across the warm skin of her breasts and his cock
pressed hard against his jeans.

Damn this woman had some powerful effect on him.

And suddenly all the good reasons not to take advantage of
the situation, take advantage of her beautiful body again, disappeared. It was
obvious that it was what she wanted too. She wouldn’t have come out there
wearing that if she didn’t. The breath she sucked in and the way her body
shuddered at his touch were the signals he needed to see to know she wanted him
again just as badly as he wanted her.

“Do you need someone to tuck you in, little girl?” Blake
asked with a growl that sent a shiver down her spine and a tingling in her
core.

“Yes, I do.” Crystal didn’t need tucked in. She needed his
touch again, needed fucked long and hard, until she couldn’t think anymore,
until she passed out from the pleasure.

The growl in his voice let her know that was just what she
was going to get.

The last hour Crystal spent tossing and turning in her bed,
worrying about her future, worrying about her safety but when Blake touched her
that all disappeared. At least it had the last time and she was more than
willing to try it out again. She dressed up in the only sexy piece of lingerie
she owned to let him know exactly what she wanted from him and there was no
turning back now.

Blake cupped her ass, strong fingers pressed into her skin
just beneath the edge of tiny little negligee that had been stuffed in the
bottom of her drawer for way too long. The outfit was probably too forward but
Blake didn’t seem to mind and it was accomplishing exactly what she wanted it
to accomplish.

“I think I might be able to help you out with that.” Blake
pulled her against him and leaned down to cover her mouth with his. Tongues
tangled and a shot of heat surged straight to her pussy.

“To the bedroom?” he said with barely the hint of a
question. It was more of a statement and when she nodded, Blake lifted her up
as if she weighed nothing.

Crystal wrapped her legs around his waist, her pussy pressed
against his already-hard cock. Needing him with a desperation that excited and
scared the hell out of her at the same time.

Every step he took caused her bare pussy to rub against his
jeans, bringing her torment and causing a surge of wetness to rush to her
opening.

Blake stopped in front of her bed and kissed her breasts and
then that sensitive spot on her neck before he set her down, on her back, in
the middle of the bed.

“Stay right there. There’s something I need to get.” He
turned around in the doorway. “And touch yourself while I’m gone.”

Blake left the room but came back in less than a minute
carrying a shiny silver pair of handcuffs.

His intent was obvious but she was torn about how willing
she would be to go along with his plans. Part of her never wanted to wear a
pair of handcuffs. She had seen her mother go away in them too many times, they
represented heartache and worry. But there was that part of her that wanted to
let Blake do anything he wanted to her body, that wanted him to handcuff her
and take control again.

“We don’t have to use them if it makes you uncomfortable. I
just thought it would be fun to cuff you to the bed, make you lose control
until you scream my name. Again.” Blake stared down at Crystal, waited for her
answer.

Her emotions must have been obvious but the way he gave her
the freedom to say no made her want to say yes even more.

“I’ll try it.” The thought of him securing her to her bed,
making her scream his name, overran every sensible thought.

“If you don’t like it or if it gets too painful, just tell
me.”

"Okay.” She nodded as he grasped both of her hands
solidly in one of his and pulled them above her. The metal of the handcuffs was
cool against her skin as he fastened the first one around her wrist, slid the
cuffs around the metal bar at the top of her bed and then secured her second
wrist. She wiggled into a comfortable position as he stood there letting his
eyes drift down her body.

“Now that is one sexy view.”

Her skin heated, needing him.

Blake slipped off his shirt and then took his gun from his
waistband and set it on the top of her dresser. It was a reminder of the
reality she wanted to forget. A deadly weapon sat a few feet from her. But that
gun was to protect her from the bad guys, not to cause her any harm. Blake was
there to protect her
and
make her scream in pleasure. Her luck had
suddenly and drastically turned around, at least for now.

He stood in front of her, the perfect specimen of manliness
in jeans. Muscles over muscles rippled on his arms and chest and stomach, his
skin was smooth, and he didn’t have an ounce of fat on his body. He had to keep
fit for his job but the advantage for her right now was the only one that
mattered. Blake was one hell of a sexy man.

He put one knee on the bed and then crawled up spreading her
legs apart as he moved. His jeans rubbed roughly against her skin as he forced
her legs wide and the cool air of the room mingled with the heat and wetness of
her pussy in a delicious mixture.

Blake bent forward and kissed her cleavage and then moved to
her nipples, licking and kissing them into stiff peaks beneath the silky
material. It was a strange and intense sensation. She wanted him to rip the
material away, to suck her nipples into his mouth hard, but the feeling of the
wet fabric and the heat from his mouth that lingered even when he moved his
kisses downward was damn nice.

Blake lifted the bottom of her negligee and piled it right
under her breasts as he kissed the bare skin of her stomach, moving down until
his lips teased lightly on her inner thighs and then his tongue flicked across
her clit and she thought she was going to explode right there.

A low moan escaped her lips. Wanting. Needing.

Blake flicked his tongue against her clit again and her body
trembled. He circled it slowly and then sucked it into his mouth.

“Oh God yes.” She was so close.

“Not yet.” His words vibrated against her sex and she wanted
to let herself fall over the edge but the surprise of it stopped her.

“Why not?” She needed this, needed release. Why would he not
want her to have it?

“I’m not done teasing you yet.” He took a long, slow lick
from her clit to the heat of her opening.

“Are you trying to kill me?”

“No, but I
am
going to make sure you come damn hard.”
He flicked his tongue across her clit one last time and then moved off the bed
and stood up.

“But…I…um…” She didn’t know what to say. She was so close
but coming damn hard sounded good too. Part of her wanted to regain control, to
get on top of him and ride hard and fast until she came and part wanted Blake
to never stop playing her body like this.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you need.” He must have
read her emotions.

“Okay.” Only one word, and a lame one at that but she
couldn’t think straight, not with her body humming like this.

Crystal forced herself to relax and she watched intently as
Blake stripped out of his jeans and underwear. His cock was thick and veined
and pointed toward the ceiling, and her pussy clenched, knowing it was going to
be inside her very soon.

He pulled a condom out of his jeans pocket and ripped it
open. “It seems as if it might be a good idea to do a little shopping tomorrow.
I’m running low on supplies.”

“Yeah.” Another stupid one word answer but it was the best
she could do under the circumstances, didn’t want conversation right now
anyway.

Blake rolled the condom over his cock slowly. It was sexy,
but she just wanted him to get it done quick, get inside her. She needed to be
filled with him, needed to come.

Crystal waited…not that she had much choice. She was
handcuffed to her bed. There was no other option but to wait for him to make
the next move.

He kneeled between her legs, put the head of his cock at her
entrance and pulsed just inside her. Blake leaned forward, hovering over her as
he popped one nipple out the top of the black silk and sucked it into his mouth
hard.

“You have great tits,” he said and finally, when she wasn’t
expecting it, Blake slammed his cock into her hard and fast and held it deep.
Her cunt clenched around him but he didn’t move, didn’t give her the hard
fucking she so desperately needed.

Crystal let out a high-pitched moan. Her entire body
tingled. So. Damn. Close.

Blake moved his cock out and a shiver shot through her. Then
he slammed it back into her, fucking her hard and fast, thrusting deep.

The air was filled with the sound of her orgasm-nearing
moans and she didn’t give a damn. All that mattered was release.

Blake’s eyes were intent on hers as he pounded into her.
“That’s right, come for me.”

It was all she needed. Her entire body tensed beneath him,
her pussy clenched around his cock as the pleasure flooded through every inch
of her.

“Aaahh, Blake.” She screamed out his name as the intense
sensations raced through her.

Blake pounded into her hard again and again and then slammed
his cock deep inside Crystal and held it as he groaned and shook with his
release.

He didn’t move for a minute. Kept his cock filling her as
the sensations finally started to fade. She was a little bit dizzy and a whole
lot satisfied.

“That was damn good. Again.” He didn’t grin or smile or give
any hint to emotions but sounded a little bit tormented by the fact that the
sex was so good.

“Yes it was.” She purred. Crystal had no desire to try to
analyze his tormented emotions right now. Not when her body was so satiated and
finally starting to relax.

Blake pulled his cock out and an aftershock of lust shot
through her.

“I suppose you want me to take these off.” He reached down
to the floor, she assumed digging in his pants pocket, and stood back up
holding a little silver key.

“I suppose.” Crystal didn’t really care if he ever unlocked
her. The position felt good and she was so relaxed she could stay like this
forever.

He worked to open each of the cuffs and kissed each wrist
softly before releasing them. Then he got up and walked to the door.

“Stay.” She said the needy word, the first thing that came
to her mind and so quickly to the tip of her tongue. Crystal didn’t have the
right to ask him that.

He stared at her for a minute, turned the light off and
walked back to the bed. His strong arms wrapped around her felt so good, so
right that she snuggled in and the world started to disappear.

Shit.
What was he thinking, holding her after they
fucked? This was supposed to be easy, just about the sex, but when she looked
at him like that, with those big, brown, puppy-dog eyes, he couldn’t say no.
Hell, he didn’t want to say no. His goddamn emotions were already getting involved.

Blake lay there, keeping every muscle in his body stiff,
waiting for her to relax into a deep sleep, waiting for the signals that she
was fully out.

When that happened, he carefully moved away from her,
slipped off the bed and moved out of the room. The couch was the only safe
place for him to sleep. He couldn’t spend the night pressed against her soft
curves and expect to get any sleep.

And more importantly he needed to be at the top of his game
because tomorrow was going to be a big day. Crystal said her contact would be
calling in the morning and giving her the drop location.

He had to be ready for anything and he sure as hell couldn’t
be distracted by Crystal’s sweet curves.

She was a fling. That was it, all it could be.

* * * * *

Blake woke up the next morning to the sound of Crystal’s
cell phone ringing. He had a headache from a lack of sleep and a hard-on
because when he did finally fall asleep she tormented his mind. Neither one of
those things was going to be a damn bit helpful today.

Mason was tracking her phone, recording every call and
checking on anyone who called her. This should be a pretty easy job, get the
person she gave the bag to, have her identify any of the police involved, pump
them for information and get closer to the top, but nothing was ever as easy as
it seemed.

This was the first call she got since he met her on the boat
yesterday afternoon. Not exactly a social butterfly, but that was going to make
his job easier. There wouldn’t be calls to sift through.

Blake hurried into Crystal’s room to listen to her half of
the conversation. He didn’t have to, Mason would fill him in soon enough with
all the details but Blake wanted to know as much as he could as soon as he
could.

“Meet at the corner of Twenty-sixth and Waterloo.” Her words
were emotionless, sleepy.

Blake wanted to believe her story, wanted like hell to know
he wasn’t being played.

“At 8:00 a.m. on the sidewalk on the side of the red-brick
building. Okay.”

She repeated the directions out loud and he didn’t know if
she was doing it for his benefit or because it was what she always did. If she
was doing it to be part of the team, it eased his conscience but it was a bad
move. She shouldn’t be doing anything differently, shouldn’t try to cause any
more suspicion than his presence would already bring.

“I’ll be there.” She ended the call simply and then there
was silence.

Blake stood in her doorway, arms crossed in front of his
chest, ready for business.

“That was them?” He asked the question just to start the
conversation. It was obvious her contact was the one who called.

She nodded and closed her eyes, looking a little pale, a
little scared.

And damn if he didn’t want to go to her, to comfort her,
tell her everything was going to be okay, but he wouldn’t lie. He couldn’t make
any guarantees other than he would do his best to keep her safe.

“We better get going then.” He didn’t want to waste any
time.

“We?” She looked at him funny. “I’m supposed to do this
alone.”

“I’m not going to let you go out there by yourself. At the
very least I’ll sit in the car watching, making sure you’re safe.” He couldn’t
let her do this alone, not after the attack that happened yesterday. Those same
men could still be watching her. “Have you ever used this drop site before?”