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SEVEN

HAZE

“Oh, come on, Haze!” Mary-Jane snapped. “We’ve been fucking around for almost three years and we never do anything fun!”

I coughed on the smoke. “I disagree.” She flashed me a look.

“Getting high with your cat isn’t fun,” she snapped.

I looked over at Kush and scratched his head. “Says you.”

Mary-Jane groaned. “I’m serious, Haze. I’m a woman with needs. And I need to be taken out or you can find some other pussy to fuck. I’m done waiting to be appreciated.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Mary-Jane had become so needy over the years, and if Indi didn’t dislike her so much, I would’ve already dropped her and moved on. But Mary-Jane was so good at making Indi jealous and fucking with Indi’s relationships. I needed that.

Time to suck it up, Haze.

“I’m serious, Haze. I will walk out this door and never come back if you?—”

“Fine.” Mary-Jane blinked. “Let’s go out.”

She squealed, excitingly clapping her hands as she ran to me and hugged me around the neck. “Ahh, yes! Thank you! We are going to have so much fun tonight!” Doubt it. “Okay, I’m going to head out and get ready. Gotta look hot for my man. Ahh! We are going dancing, baby!” Mary-Jane rushed out the door, excited, brushing past Indi as if she didn’t even exist.

“What was that all about?” Indi asked.

I sighed, lighting the bowl of my bong. “Apparently—” I inhaled and strained my words. “We’re going dancing.” I coughed, smoke shooting from my nostrils and mouth as she looked at me.

“You…are going dancing? With Mary-Jane?”

I nodded. “Crazy, huh?” Indi didn’t say a word. “What’re your plans tonight?”

She looked down at her phone. “Nothing. Carter and I—” I rolled my eyes. “What?” she asked in a pissed off tone. “You asked.”

I made a face and raised my hands defensively. “I didn’t say shit.”

Indi scowled. “Oh, yes, you did. With your eyes.”

“My eyes? What the fuck does that even mean?” I tried not to laugh, but I was too high.

Indi crossed her arms. “Nothing. It means nothing, Haze. I hope you have so much fun dancing with Mary-Jane.”

So angry. “Yeah, well, fun isn’t what I’d use to describe it. Knowing her, we’re going to end up at that fucking night club she’s always going on about. The Red Eye or whatever the fuck it’s called.” Indi looked so pissed, and all I wanted to do was poke at that temper. “Fun or not, I doubt I'll be coming home tonight. Don’t wait up for me, little sis.” I grinned up at her.

Indi tilted her head. “Since when do you sleep over at Mary-Jane’s?”

Oh, she was seething at the idea of me staying out. “Does it really matter? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure who I fuck is none of your damn business. Or do those rules only apply to you and your blonde haired fuckboy?”

Indi was fuming. “You’re right. It’s none of my business. Fuck whoever you want, Haze.”

I raised the bong high. “Cheers to that!” She scoffed and walked away in a huff.

Too bad the only person I want to fuck is you.

The club Mary-Jane had chosen for our night out was the one she always talked about, notorious for their themed parties and insane atmosphere. The Red Eye. It was huge, hidden between some old abandoned buildings on the whole other side of town, away from prying eyes or sensitive ears. It was a smart location, ‘cause this place was fucking insane. The Red Eye was beyond packed, everyone shoved close together like fucking sardines, dancing and drinking like it was a giant frat party. Colored lights strobed across the inside of the building, thin laser lights flashing back and forth in unison with the music busting through the speakers. The DJ was putting on a full show, playing the sickest mixes, smoking a fucking joint. Not only was there fog machines blowing through, but the entire fucking club was hot boxed with weed, and despite everything else, I really like it. Thankfully, I pregamed a bit to ease my nerves, otherwise there was no way in hell I’d be able to stand here.

Mary-Jane was dressed in a light green knitted two-piece with large golden sequin pieces throughout. The micro sleeves flared out at her wrists and tied into her twisted bikini style top that barely covered her tits. The matching mini skirt left little to the imagination, twisted and braided strands of the material hanging around her waist. Her red hair was pulled up high, exposing her tattooed neck and many ear piercings. Her entire body glistened under the colored lights as I noticed her skin was smothered in body glitter. And I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t even a little appetizing to see.

She ground against my body, drinking a dirty martini while I smoked one of my special joints. Mary-Jane leaned back and raised her phone up high. “Ahhh, smile!” She stuck her tongue out and took a photo of us.

“Seriously?”

Mary-Jane sipped her drink unbothered. “Oh, calm down and look how hot we are!” She turned the phone to show me the picture she took. “Think of how jealous everyone is going to be when they see this!”

And then it hit me. “Hey! Let’s take a few more!” I shouted.

Mary-Jane’s dark eyes sparkled at my enthusiasm, and she leaned in close, taking more photos. I completely played into it, smiling and posing alongside her, teasing everyone who would see them. Between the drugs and the idea of Indi seeing those photos, I found myself kind of liking this place more and more.

“Andddd there!” Mary-Jane showed me when she posted the photos. “Ah! We look so good together! Why don’t we take photos together more often?” I shrugged and smoked my joint.

Because I hate taking photos.

Mary-Jane and I danced together while the music blared through the club and vibrated my bones. Time flew by and we were completely unaware of anything outside these walls. It was almost ideal. But what would have made it perfect was?—

“There you guys are!” Indi’s voice shot me back as I turned around to see her standing there. She was wearing a flared denim miniskirt with a studded belt that matched her studded platform boots. The flowing black leather halter top barely hid her perky breasts, silver chains and sparkly jewelry tucked between them, hanging down from her neck. They matched the numerous piercings and even the clothespin style hair clips that were tucked along her temple and held her long black hair back from her face. She was smiling, her green eyes popping against the near black makeup and rhinestones surrounding them, the look complete with her seductive red lips. Fuck, she looked good. She was carrying two glasses of what I only could assume were Hennessy, smiling at Mary-Jane and myself.

The sight of her beneath the flashing lights nearly took my breath away. “Indi. What’re you?—”

“Indi?” Mary-Jane spun to face her, blatantly not happy to see her. “What’re you doing here? Are you here with Carter or?” She looked around a little too eagerly.

Indi shot back one of her drinks. “Nah! Haze told me you guys would be here!”

Oh shit.

Mary-Jane shot me a look. “Wait. You invited her?” I knew she was pissed.

“Oh god no!” Indi whipped Mary-Jane around. “He just mentioned this place! I’m sorry, I don’t mean to crash!”

Mary-Jane cocked her head defensively. “Then what the hell are you doing here? Why aren’t you back home with your boyfriend?” I didn’t like the tone she was using.

Indi yelled over the music. “No! I’m sorry—Carter and I just got into this really big fight and I was out drinking when I remembered you guys would be here! I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be a bother. I just didn’t want to be alone right now! I mean, I can leave if me being here is too much! Wouldn’t want to ruin your night!” Her eyes shot to me. The corners of her mouth curled as she tried to hide her smile, but I saw it.

Oh, I see. Indi wasn’t here because of Carter. She was here to fuck with Mary-Jane and me. Game on, little sis.

“Can’t ruin this!” I shouted to her, smoking my joint.

“Haze!” Mary-Jane snapped at me. “Seriously?”

I wrapped my hands around her waist and pulled her close. Her head fell against my chest while she pressed her ass into me. “Oh relax, baby,” I whispered to her as my eyes shot to Indi. “I’m here with you. Let’s have some fun.” Indi intently stared back at me as she drank her second glass.

That’s right, eyes on me, little sis.

Mary-Jane’s temper eased thanks to my words. She turned to face me and resumed dancing. I smiled, looking past her at Indi, blowing smoke in her direction. She slowly approached us and plucked the joint from my fingers.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” I warned.

Mary-Jane whipped around to Indi in disgust. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Indi smoked the joint, inhaling way too strongly. She coughed harshly and looked down at it in her hand. “Oh fuck! That’s not a normal joint!”

I grinned. “Nah, it’s my special cocktail!” The music increased. “It’s laced with cocaine! Come on, give it back!” I offered my palm for her to return it. “You don’t need to be smoking that!” I expected Indi to freak out and do as I asked, but instead, she raised it to her lips and inhaled again. Only this time, her eyes were locked with mine.

So fucking wicked.

Mary-Jane watched us closely. “The fuck is happening right now?”

“Indi here is about to be seriously fucked up, that’s what’s happening.” I brushed past her, grabbed Indi’s face, and plucked the joint from Indi’s fingers. “ Mine ,” I growled.

She fucking smiled.

Mary-Jane stepped between us, holding her drink high. “Why don’t you ” —she pushed me back gently— “just finish your shit and us girls will just dance together. Okay?” Her fake smile was all I needed to see. Mary-Jane was furious, but that didn’t mean she was going to storm off. No, she was going to use Indi being here to her advantage to try and drive me mad.

The two women exchanged a look as if some silent challenge had just began. Mary-Jane sipped her drink as Indi opened her mouth to speak. “Might want to catch up! I’ve got a few rounds on you from the bar!” Indi pushed Mary-Jane’s arm as she drank her dirty martini, forcing her to finish it off. Mary-Jane accepted the challenge, eating the olives from her empty glass, licking the toothpick in a sexual way. “Classy,” Indi shot.

Oh these two are going to kill one another.

The music switched to the same song from that fateful night years prior. “Indi!” Mary-Jane tilted her head with a fake smile, pointing to the air. “It’s our song!”

Indi made a face, looking from Mary-Jane to me. “Oh my god! It is!” She stepped closer to Mary-Jane, and the two began to dance together, pretending nothing was wrong as I watched.

The smoke from my laced joint clouded my face, silently watching the two women dance together, each sneaking glances in my direction. They weren’t just dancing in competition against each other, they were dancing for my attention. And I ate every second of it up.

The DJ blended the song into another, the second more intense and heavy. I could feel the bass in my chest as the women danced together, their bodies pressed roughly against each other. It was such a turn on to see them move and rock in such intoxicating ways; the torture making my dick ache as I watch with such hunger. Indi stared at me, her sights locked as she spun her back to May-Jane and slowly slid down her torso, popping into her knees. Her hands grazed her skin, feeling herself while Mary-Jane looked at me.

I had to adjust myself, catching Mary-Jane’s gaze as her smile dropped. “What the fuck?” She shoved Indi away from her and charged me. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you really looking past me to your sister?” She pointed to Indi. My sister stood there confused. Mary-Jane smacked my chest. “I’m talking to you!” She tried to hit me again, but I caught her wrist and squeezed.

I glared down at her, yanked her close, and whispered harshly into her ear. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, but you might want to check yourself!”

Mary-Jane snatched her arm free from me. I stared at her, eyeing her closely as her lips curled with a devious grin. “Oh yeah? How’s this for checking myself, Haze?” She threw her empty glass against the dancefloor, turned around and rushed to Indi, gripped her face, and began to kiss her.

My body stiffened with anger as I watched her tongue my sister. Everything turned red as Mary-Jane watched me while she kissed her. I threw my joint down, and I fucking snapped.

“Get the fuck off her!” I pushed Mary-Jane from Indi who looked at me, completely baffled. My jaw clenched as I eyed her with raw, seething anger. “Are you okay?” I asked softly. Indi nodded with wide eyes while she wiped her mouth.

Mary-Jane scoffed. “Yeah, I fucking knew it! You’re sick, Haze!” I glared back at her. “Fuck you!” She raised both her hands and flipped me off.

Fuck .

“Mary-Jane!” Without thinking I rushed after her, shoving through the crowd. She was fast, slithering through easily as I tried to keep up. “Mary-Jane!” I shouted with anger. She turned to look back at me. Her face told me she was scared, but I didn’t fucking care. I couldn’t have her leave and talk shit. “Mary-Jane!” I screamed through the music. She only moved faster.

Fuck !

A group of random dudes bumped into me. “Get the fuck out of the way!” I shoved them over, causing a scene. They shouted back at me, cussing, but again, I didn’t fucking care. ‘Cause the second I looked back, Mary-Jane was gone. “Goddamn it!” I raised my arms to my head. “Fuck!”

Who knows what Mary-Jane was going to do. She already didn’t like Indi, but now?—

Shit. Indi!

My body spun around as I charged through the crowd back in the direction I left her. The club lights lowered into complete darkness as the DJ spun the music into something new. The room cheered as white lights flashed, the smoke thickening giving me a headache. I tried to find her, desperately scanning every face. “Indi!” I shouted, forcing my way through the dancing crowd. “Indigo!”

“Haze!” I spun, spotting her. Indi was now standing on the bar, dancing to the music with more drinks in her hands. She was beaming, trashed as fuck as a crowd of people were gathered around her, watching her dance. “Haze, over here!” She tossed back both her drinks, sticking her tongue out and shouting with excitement as the crowd cheered. She then dropped to her knees and whipped her head, dancing for the crowd in such a sexual way.

“Yeah! Take it off!” someone shouted, throwing a few bills at her.

“Strip!” someone else yelled.

Oh, hell no.

Indi smiled, sprawling across the bar with her ass in the air and shaking it. I pushed through the crowd towards her. “Indi!” She rolled around, squealing as she wobbled and stood back on her feet. The bartender simply sat back and watched, enjoying the view of the wasted women before him. “Indi!”

“Hey babe!” the bartender shouted up to my sister. “Come here!” She turned back to him, popping down into a squat, her skirt fluttering as she bounced. “Open up!”

Indi pulled her hair back, opened her mouth, and stuck her tongue out. The man raised a bottle of whiskey and poured a bunch into her open mouth. I charged the bar, knocking his arm away as he dropped the bottle and it shattered everywhere.

“What the fuck, man?” he snapped.

“Haze!” Indi squealed, staring down at me. “Oh, I’m having so much fun!” She played with her air and twirled.

The bartender looked at her as well, grinning. “Yeah, you are!”

I grabbed the bartender by his collar and yanked him across the bar, his arms and hands grinding against the broken glass. “Keep your fucking eyes off my sister!”

He groaned, his arms and hands all cut up from the glass, bleeding along the counter. “Jesus! Chill the fuck out!” He tried to wriggle from my grasp, getting blood on my jacket. “Your sister is a grown woman! She doesn’t need her brother protecting her, do you, sweetheart?” he called up to her and winked.

Sweetheart?

He glanced up at Indi, who was too wasted to know which way was up, watching her dance. “Nope!” She smiled.

“See?” He grinned at me. “Now, if you could just?—”

My head fiercely slammed into his, knocking his bitch ass unconscious. His head bobbed and bounced against the bar top from the impact. The surrounding crowd gasped while I let go of his shirt and watched the man slump to the floor. A handful of people rushed to help him and I turned to look at Indi, unaware of what I just did. “Indi!” She turned to look at me, her smile falling as she saw the scene. “Come on. Let’s go!” I motioned for her to get down.

“What the fuck, Haze?” She pointed at the unconscious man. “He was so nice!”

“Get down,” I snapped. I moved closer, but she only backed away. “Indigo,” I growled. “Get. Down.”

She made a face. “No! I want to dance and have fun and party! I don’t need you, Haze!” The words stung.

“You’re so fucking wasted, you don’t know what you need!”

Indi flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Go fuck your whore!” Now she was starting to piss me off. “Go home, Haze!”

That’s it.

As Indi tried to turn away from me, I reached forward and grabbed her legs, pulling her forward as I tossed her body over my shoulder like a fireman. “Let go of me! Haze! Fuck, put me down!” She kicked her legs.

“Not a chance!” I pushed through the crowd and aimed for the exit.

Indi slammed her fists into my back, grunting as she tried to break free. “Let me fucking go!” I slapped her ass and she gasped and fell silent. Within minutes, I found a hallway that led past the bathrooms to the back exit. It was dark, tucked away from the main part of the club and drenched in red lighting.

Perfect .

I repositioned Indi over my shoulders and headed down the hall. She squirmed again, kicking so hard she slipped right through my arm and hit the floor. “Ah fuck!” She landed hard on her ass.

“You done acting like a drunk fool?” I asked. She glared up at me.

I reached my arm out to help her up, but she slapped it away. “I don’t need you to fucking save me, Haze!” Indi groaned as she stood, stumbling and wiping her skirt. “I was doing just fine on my own until you showed up!” Her words were slightly slurred.

I stared at her fidgeting, the only light coming from the red lighting above. “I thought the whole reason you came here tonight was to not be alone?” Her eyes glared back at me. “So, which is it?” I stepped in her direction, closing in on her. “Do you want to be alone?” She backed into the wall with a soft gasp. “Or do you want to be with me?” Her breathing increased as she watched me. “Well? Which is it, Indi?” I leaned closer, my hair almost touching her face. “Answer me,” I growled, slamming my arms against the wall on either side of her.

“I—” Her mouth quivered in silence, those fucking green eyes burning into my soul. The tension between us thickened ,and I felt my body itching, craving to feel hers.

Say it.

“I—I didn’t want to be alone.” Her slightly slurred words hit my ears.

“And who do you want to be with, Indigo?” I whispered. “Tell me.” Her body told me the answer, torturing my carnal desire for her. I wanted to ram my dick so far up her tight pussy and consume her very air, but I had to be patient. Not because I wanted to wait, but because I wanted to hear her say it. To admit the sick truth she tried to hide. Indi opened her mouth to speak, but instead of forming words, she leaned forward and kissed me. Hard. Her hands wrapped around my neck and tangled through my hair. She pulled me closer as I fell into her body and lost all control.

“Fuck,” I moaned into her mouth, kissing her back twice as hard as I gripped her face. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Indi was pushing into me with her body, fully aware of who I was. She was obviously starved, begging to be fed, and I was going to fill her up.

The bathroom door next to us swung open as a random guy stepped out, pulling our focus away as we broke free from one another. The man completely ignored us, disappearing into the club. Indi smiled, her cheeks burning. She grabbed my shirt and led me into the bathroom in a hurry. We both laughed, so fucking far gone. I shut the bathroom door and locked it, looking back at Indi. She was standing against the bathroom counter, breathing so heavily as I slowly stepped towards her, those fucking eyes of hers burning into mine. I was cautious, unsure if she wanted to continue what we started, or if she was going to suddenly realize how wrong this was. But she didn’t say a word, only bit her lower lip.

Fuck, I want you so bad. So fucking bad.

My body pressed against hers, my hand sliding along her collarbone. I brushed her hair back and gripped the back of her neck, forcing her head closer. She gasped and opened her mouth, and I couldn’t look away. “Do you know what you’re doing?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

Fuck .

My grip tightened around the back of her neck as my jaw tightened with what little restraint I possessed. “Are you sure? ‘Cause there’s no turning back from this, Indi.” I leaned in close, my mouth hovering over hers.

“I know,” she whispered against my face.

My free hand grabbed her chin, forcing her to open her mouth wide. “No, I don’t think you do. I’m not Carter, Indi. I’m not some pampered frat boy who plays things safe. I’m sick and twisted. And I don’t play by the rules.” She shuddered against me. “I will fucking break you, little sis.” The faint moan that dripped from her mouth was all I needed.

With one swift motion, I slammed my mouth into hers and lifted her body onto the bathroom counter. Her legs wrapped around my waist as we made out with such hot and raw intensity. Years worth of building tension boiled to the surface and flooded between us. My tongue glided along the roof of her mouth, tasting her with a low snarl. Her fingers slithered through my hair, pulling me closer much like her legs. Her body rubbed against my swollen bulge, and I knew she must be dripping for me.

My mouth traveled from hers, kissing her neck as I ran my tongue along her skin and made my way down. She panted and groaned, liking what I was doing, her back arching. She leaned back and let me taste her flesh, widening her legs. My hands played with her body, feeling her breasts and curves. I couldn’t control myself, touching her every place possible. This was the fantasy I had been dreaming about for so long, and now that it was here, I couldn’t contain my excitement and eagerness.

Indi leaned further back as my mouth reached her thigh, kissing her delicately. My hands squeezed her legs, and I kissed her lower, moving towards her pussy. “Yes,” she cried out as I inched closer. I lifted her skirt and moved her panties aside as I nestled my head between her legs. Her pussy was beautiful, glistening from her wetness and waiting patiently for me to take a bite.

So fucking perfect.

My nose rubbed her swollen clit before replacing it with tongue. She jolted at my touch, leaning closer as I swirled around and massaged her, topping it off with a kiss. Indi whined and moaned, pulling my head closer. I pushed through her folds and slithered into her tight pussy, shoving deep. Indi cried out, rocking against my face. I groaned into her body, gripping her hips as I yanked her closer and began to eat her out, desperately enjoying myself and wanting to make her feel so fucking good.

Everything was fucking perfect. Indi was soaking my tongue as her walls tightened around me. I wanted to make her come. No, I wanted to make her squirt. To soak my face and leave me dripping in her orgasm.

“Haze,” she breathed.

That’s right. Say my name.

“Haze.” She tapped my head. “Stop.”

“I can’t,” I groaned into her, my own orgasm building. I wanted her so fucking bad, to come all over her pretty face, but I wanted to please her first.

“Haze. Haze!” Indi kicked me back and jumped from the bathroom counter.

I watched her, so fucking confused. “What?—”

She stumbled to the toilet, lifted the lid, and began to vomit. “I’m so—” She continued to throw up, purging all her demons. “Sorry!” I knew she was wasted, but this told me just how fucking drunk she really was. And I felt bad.

“Indi.” I walked to her side, pulling her back as she continued to vomit. “You have nothing to apologize for.” She looked in my direction and nodded, her red eyes watering as she heaved into the toilet.

I stayed there, holding her hair back and rubbing her back until she was done being sick. Indi remained silent as I helped her clean up. Despite how fucking bad I wanted to finish what we started, I knew she needed to get home. “I think you’ve had enough fun for one night. Here, let’s get you home.” I gently picked her up and cradled her in my arms.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and nestled in close, quietly apologizing over and over. “Enough, Indi.” I kissed her head and carried her out of the bathroom. She was pretty wasted, starting to fade away as we made our way through the red-lit hallway and out the back exit. I remained silent, getting her safely buckled into the passenger seat of my car. She groaned and rolled her head, falling asleep as I buckled my own seatbelt and started the car. “I got you.” I drove from the club and began to head home.

The drive was pretty basic. Indi moaned and groaned in her sleep. I glanced over in her direction a few times, wondering what she might be dreaming about. Wondering if she knew what she was doing with me in the bathroom and if she’d remember it. Or if, like before, she’d pretend it never happened.

God, she better not forget. My hands squeezed the steering wheel tight.

“Haze?” Indi startled me. I looked over to see her looking at me, her eyes barely open.

“Hey.” I rubbed her thigh softly. “Go back to sleep.”

She moaned, fidgeting in the seat. “Mmm. That feels good,” she whispered. My brow raised and I couldn’t help myself. I rubbed her thigh some more. She moved her leg closer, visibly enjoying my touch. I didn’t stop. Instead, I gripped the steering wheel tight with one hand, and began to move my other closer to her pussy. I didn’t care if she was half awake or wasted. I knew she wanted this, and I was going to give it to her.

My fingers slid under her lingerie and immediately began to massage her clit. She was wet and twitching for me. “Fuck,” I groaned. My dick was swelling and aching. “Indi,” I growled. I wanted to feel her so badly. To feel her wet walls squeeze around my fingers and listen as she screamed my name.

Let’s see how wet you get for me, little sis.

And with that thought, my finger pushed through her folds and slid right into her pussy. Indi gasped, panting as I fingered her, using my thumb to rub her clit as I inserted a second finger. My focus on driving struggled as I listened to her, her body tightening around me. “Fuck.” I shifted my pelvis, horny and hard as a rock. I moved faster, my heart racing as she squeezed me and began to come. “Oh fuck, Indi.” I nearly drove off the road as she cried out in her sleep, contracting and pulsing around my fingers. Her orgasm completely soaked me, seeping from her pussy out onto the passenger seat.

I’ll never fucking clean that seat again.

“Haze,” she moaned my name mid orgasm, and I nearly came at the sound of it.

That’s right. Say my name. Know exactly who made you so damn wet and come so fucking hard.