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.”
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
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.”
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
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