I know it will upset her, that I didn’t go directly to her, but I needed someone who would allow me to just vent and let my hair down. Dusty is awesome for that. The moment I arrived and told him what happened, he bundled me up and took me out. We did shots, danced and now we’re plastered against a brick wall, him lighting a joint. Yep, I’m smoking it. No, I don’t care.

“I’ve never smoked a joint.” I giggle.

“Ohhhhh,” he chirps. “You’re going to love it.”

He leans down, pressing the small, twisted joint to his mouth. He lights it and inhales deeply. The unique smell washes over me and I cough slightly. Dusty takes another pull and passes it to me. I stare at it for too long, obviously, because he thrusts it into my hand. “Trust me, girl!”

Shrugging, I take it and bring it to my lips. I inhale deeply. The smoke hits my lungs and I cough. Holy mother. I inhale again, cough again, and pass it back to Dusty.

Within ten minutes, I’m giggling hysterically, arms thrown around Dusty. He’s laughing too, swaying with me as we stumble towards the street.

“Oh my God, this is awesome!” I cry.

“Totally. Oh my God, look at the flower.”

“Ohhh.”

I lean down and touch the hot pink petals of the stunning flower. Dusty and I both study it, oohing and ahhing as we stroke the petals. So pretty.

“I’m hungry,” Dusty says suddenly.

My stomach growls. “Me too.”

Another ten minutes later we’re sitting, pizza box open, scoffing it down as if we’ve been starved for a week. I can usually only eat two slices but tonight, I go four. My phone rings again as I’m licking my fingers. Giggling, I press the answer button and hold it to my ear.

“Helllooooooo.”

“Katia,” Marcus barks. “Where are you?”

“Hello, Husband.”

“Where. The. Fuck. Are. You?”

“Why are you always so angry?” I giggle.

“Fuck it, Katia. You’re drunk.”

“And high, Huzzy.”

Oops. That was meant to be hubby.

“Fuck me.”

“I would, but you’re not here. You could come here, and we could do it . . . right now.”

“Fuck. Where are you?”

“Ohhhh, Hubby is horny.”

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters. “Katia, focus. Where are you?”

I giggle.

“Where are we, Dusty?”

Dusty yells out the name of the pizza place and Marcus tells me not to move, he’ll be there soon.

“You’re totally going to have stoner sex.” Dusty giggles, shoving my shoulder.

“Oh my God, that sounds so fun!”

Marcus arrives twenty minutes later in his SUV. He pulls to the curb and gets out, striding over. He takes one look at me, and sighs loudly. “Fuckin’ hell.”

“Hello Marcus.” I grin up at him. “How’s it—” hiccup, “—hanging?”

“Get up. Get in the car.”

“Are we going to do it in the car?” I squeal, leaping up.

“No we are not.”

I pout, crossing my arms. “Why?”

He just stares at me. How rude.

“Dusty, you got a way home?” he asks Dusty.

“Yeah, bro, I’m cool.”

“Good,” he mutters, then turns to me. “Get in the car.”

I spin, hugging Dusty before throwing myself into Marcus’s car. I lean over, turning up the music. He climbs in, slapping my hand away and turning it down. Fun wrecker. I turn to him, and start singing loudly instead.

“Katia,” he warns. “Stop.”

“You don’t know how to have fun, do you?” I taunt.

He flicks a glare at me before focusing back on the road.

“I bet you’ve never even smoked weed.”

We’re just out of the city so he skids the car to a stop. I giggle loudly as he spins towards me, curling his fingers around the back of my neck and pulling me close. He holds my eyes, his eyes intense, then he murmurs, “You want to have fun, precious? I’ll give you fun.”

Then he reaches down, shuffling about, before coming up with a joint. My mouth drops open.

“Where did you get that?”

He smirks, but says nothing. He just puts it to his lips, lights it up and inhales deeply. Oh boy, that’s hot. He does this twice more, and then blows the smoke out slowly, filling the car. Sexy. Fuck me. I reach out for it but he shakes his head. “No, precious. You’ve had enough, but I can give you something better.”

Then he leans forward and he kisses me. Deep. Hard.

There’s something different about the way we want each other tonight. It’s probably the weed—whatever it is, it’s hot. Marcus drags me over to the back seat, then he puts me over his lap, making me straddle him. His fingers curl into my hair and he tugs harshly, causing a little cry to leave my throat.

“You like being bad, Katia?”

“Yes,” I mewl.

“How bad do you want to be?”

“Fucking bad, Marcus. Fucking. Bad.”

He rumbles low, deep in his chest, and reaches down between us, jerking his pants down and freeing his cock. “Suck me. Use your teeth. Make it hard.”

Oh. Yes.

I drop to the floor, curling my fingers around the base of his cock. I swirl my tongue around it a few times, before taking him deep into my mouth. I graze my teeth up and down, sucking hard, jerking him with my hand.