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“Hand over the good stuff and I might make out with you a little.”
“Tease. I know you won’t.”
“I’d film that shit and upload it to my OnlyFans.”
“You what!” We both turned to Brandi.
“What?” she shrugged. “I wear a wig and stage makeup. It’s easy money and I’m not doing anything wrong.”
“So many secrets,” I breathed into the crips air. Even Brandi still hid shit.
“Here,” Dean handed me the goods from the back pocket of his jeans as she shrugged them off.
“If only, I had met you first,” I blew him a kiss, handing off the original joint to Brandi.
“We make it ourselves. It’s a combo of street legal shit with Peyote.”
“Ah, this is the good stuff. Hold on a sec.” I jumped out of the hot tub, flashing them both my ass and tits through my soaked thong and bra as water trailed from my limbs. But I gave zero fucks as I hummed under my breath and raced through the house.
I opened up my locked desk drawer. Open the box and took out all my metal. The turquoise and silver bangles from home felt good as I slipped the cuffs and bangles up both arms. Then I took out my huge turquoise cocktail ring and put it in my right hand. Silver stacked rings went on every finger.
“Fuck yeah,” I breathed. I was coming back to life as who… I think I was finally figuring that out.
The baubles at my wrists jangled and clanked as I hopped my way back to the hot where I sank right in, lit my party favor and inhaled.
“No more beer, from now on I’m only drinking champagne.”
“What are we celebrating?” Brandi’s eyebrow rose as she exhaled.
“Men finally figuring shit out. I don’t have to hide or pretend anymore. The funny thing is—he always knew it was me.” I laughed hysterically at how carefully I had dressed, walked and talked to play a part when he always knew I was the girl raised outside of the slums of Albuquerque.
I took another long drag, inhaling deeply, feeling relaxed as fuck despite all the thoughts spinning through my head. I unclasped my bra, feeling free.
Dean hissed. “I’m not a saint, Savannah.”
“Never expected you to be.”
“You’re playing with fire.”
“I always did.”
He growled, pulling me to his lao. I wrapped my hands around his head, felt him hard and hot between my legs but as we locked eyes I knew I was still somebody else’s.
“It doesn’t feel right yet, sugar?” He hoarsely whispered against my throat.
“I’m not sure if or when it ever will,” I whispered back.
“It’s all good, baby girl. Me and my boys will always have your back. You’re mine to protect even if you’ll never be my woman.”
“That’s sexy as fuck,” Brandi, cleared her throat.
“Sorry for the show,” I replied, climbing off of Dean’s lap.
“Don’t be I enjoyed it… I might’ve actually filmed it for my OnlyFans.”
“You didn’t!” But her phone was in her hands.
“No one will know it’s you. All you can see is your naked arm full of baubles wrapped around his head and his tatted forearm wrapped around your back. Your half wet hair trails down your spine and the water hovers just above the dip in your lower back.