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THREE

HAZE

Music played through the kitchen as I danced, the blunt firmly between my lips, as I carefully removed the newest batch of my special brownies. “Fuck yeah.” I placed the hot dish carefully on the kitchen island, removing the blunt as I exhaled. “Oh yes, that’s beautiful!” I clapped my hands, flour shooting all over as Kush meowed next to me. “No way, I gave you some earlier! You furry little pothead.” His ears tucked back. “Uh-uh. You can play that game with Indi but not me.” The cat stumbled, frustrated with me.

Damn cat. I laughed quietly to myself.

“Now, while these cool, I need to finish this. ” I pulled a bowl of whipped icing to the island, grabbing the jar filled with my fresh cum. I unscrewed the lid and gently scraped as much as I could into the icing, ensuring I didn’t leave any behind, mixing the two as best as possible. When it was ready, I placed the stainless steel bowl on the base of the mixer, attaching the right piece before turning it on and watching as my cum blended seamlessly into the icing, concealing it. “Perfect.”

“Wow. Someone has been a busy bee.” Indi’s sleepy voice hit me as I looked up to see her standing in the doorway of her room, still wearing my shirt. Her hair was a bit messy, telling me she must’ve slept well, thanks to my special edible. “Fuck, what time is it?” She stumbled into the kitchen, still fully coming alive. I was able to sneak a few peaks, noticing her breasts bounce and press against the t-shirt as she leaned across the island next to me, smelling the newest batch of my brownies. “Mmmmm. Haze’s special brownies. My favorite!” My eyes shot to her backside as she leaned closer, noticing her ass.

My favorite.

I had to force myself to look away. “I’m almost done with the icing.” Indi swiped the spoon I had used to combine all the ingredients, shoving it deep into her mouth as she tasted it, moaning faintly. God, she was such a fucking tease. “One day, I’ll get you to tell me what your secret recipe is.”

“Doubt it.” I smiled.

Indi leaned back, sucking the spoon as she eyed me, pointing to my apron. “I still can’t believe you wear that when you bake.” I looked down at my dirty apron, the words “Kiss the Chef” printed across it. “It’s so fucking small on you.”

“Listen, this was a gift, okay?” I jokingly motioned to the apron.

“I gave that to you three years ago and didn’t realize it was a kid's large!” Indi laughed. “I told you to return it!” She pointed the spoon at me, licking the special icing from her lips.

I couldn’t help myself, biting my lower lip while I grinned down at her. “I think it fits just right. Plus, it really shows off my figure.” I rotated, playfully flexing and showing off. I could feel her eyes drinking it up, her laugh trailing through the room.

“You show off,” she joked.

“Hey, this show off isn’t the only one who likes this apron. All my followers really seem to enjoy it. Especially when I flex my enormous muscles.” I moved my arms, dramatically flexing as she giggled.

“Your followers are a bunch of horny people who follow you to see you bake things in sexual ways without a shirt.” Indi stepped closer, pointing her spoon at me, swirling it in my face. “And you forget whose idea it was to even do those lives and videos of you baking in your tiny ass apron.” She placed her arms on her hips.

“Careful, I wouldn’t want you to ruin my famous apron,” I teased. Indi cocked her smile and raised a brow at me. “My fans would be so upset.”

“Your fans,” she wheezed, looking at the words printed across the dirty white apron. My eyes studied her, wondering what she was thinking in that beautiful brain of hers. “I tell you what, I’m going to show your fans whose boss.” Indi backed away, running back to her room.

“Indi?” I called after her.

She quickly returned, opened a tube of red lipstick. “Hold this.” She pushed a small mirrored compact into my hand, adjusting it so that she could see herself. She ran the lipstick along her lips, painting her mouth a cherry red. I couldn’t look away, so transfixed and thankful for the apron. Cause without it, she would see how fucking hard I was. “There!” She popped her lips, snatching the compact, and looked at me with a smile.

“Indi. What’re you doing?”

She stepped closer, her green eyes sparkling. Her hands gently grabbed my sides, her soft touch halting my breathing as she slowly began to bend down, the sight of her eyes glued to me as her head fell making my dick jump with excitement. I had to swallow my feelings, my entire body rigid as I fought back the undeniable urge to fuck her on the kitchen island.

“Indi—”

“Don’t move,” she whispered. Her hands pulled her hair back, her eyes falling to my apron as she leaned forward and pressed her lips against my chest. My heart stopped, watching as she froze, carefully planting a kiss above the word Kiss, stepping back to admire her work. “There.” She beamed, proud of the perfectly placed kiss stain. “Now your fans and followers can admire your apron as much as they want, but you and I know the truth.” Her irises rose to me.

“And what’s that?” I asked gently, brushing my hair from my face.

“That I’m the boss. And you’re mine, Haze.” Her body squirmed, watching me watch her. The tension in the small kitchen only thickened, the silence between us growing as we stared at one another.

What game was she playing? Was she being silly, simply stirring up trouble for fun? Or was she toying with me, seeing how I would react?

The mixer slowed and stopped, completely shattering the moment. Indi shook her head, pulling her eyes away. She wiped her mouth, returning to her usual demeanor. “I cannot wait to devour these!” She pulled a small crumb from a corner brownie, moaning as she ate it. “They’re so good! You really have a gift, Haze.”

I wanted to bury myself inside her at that moment, and I would have, if someone didn’t knock on the fucking apartment door. It pissed me off.

Indi looked at me, confused. “Were you expecting someone?” I shook my head, frustrated. She went to answer the door as I silently began to scrape my special icing from the stainless steel bowl and glaze the fresh brownies.

“Look at you.” The second voice instantly irritated me, making my arms bulge as I continued to top off the brownies.

“Mary-Jane.”

“Have you been baking all day?” she asked, eyeing the kitchen island.

“Yup.”

Indi entered the room, her smile completely gone, thanks to Mary-Jane. She stood next to her, crossing her arms and tucked her hair behind her ears. Mary-Jane eyed her, scoffing. “Rough night?” Mary-Jane scrolled through her phone.

Indi ignored her. I cut a square, smothered in icing and handed it to Indi. She flashed a smile, taking a bite as the icing dripped down her mouth and chin, falling onto her breasts. I salivated watching her, seeing how much she loved the taste of me, knowing she was swallowing my cum. She licked it from her flesh, completely unaware. And I fucking loved it.

Swallow every last drop, little sister.

Indi quickly ate the entire brownie and licked her fingers clean. “Damn, that was so good. And messy. I’m going to take a shower.” I laughed quietly to myself. Mary-Jane looked up from her phone, watching Indi skip to the bathroom.

“Anyways.” She rolled her eyes and turned to look at the brownies. “These look amazing!” Mary-Jane reached for one, but I slapped her hand with a spatula. “What the?—”

“Those are Indi’s,” I growled.

“Seriously? I can’t even have a small piece?” I crossed my arms. “Fine. Wouldn’t want to pig out on this shit and end up looking like your cat anyways.”

Don’t fucking talk about Kush.

“What’re you doing here, Mary-Jane?” The question was becoming all too routine, as she kept showing up unannounced and unwanted at the worst fucking times.

“Well, I figured you probably felt so bad for the way things went last night—” Mary-Jane continued to ramble, talking nonsense about shit I didn’t care about, but my thoughts were focused elsewhere. I could hear the shower running, and kept looking right past Mary-Jane to see the bathroom door cracked open enough to see Indi. She was naked and getting ready to jump in the shower.

Oh fuck.

I watched her step into the shower, water gliding down her perky breasts, seeing more than enough. My jaw and every nerve in my body tightened, my sick desire completely consuming me as I tried to remain still. Mary-Jane continued to ramble, her words completely lost to me as I tried to watch her mouth move, my eyes dashing past to the door, catching glimpses of Indi, her hands running down her wet naked body as she closed her eyes and bathed herself.

I am in fucking hell.

“Haze?” Mary-Jane’s voice snapped me back to her. “Do you even hear me?”

No, I didn’t hear anything she said. But I didn’t need to. She wanted me to apologize and make her feel better. As always. And right now, all I wanted—what I needed—was to unload this unbearable horniess that was holding me prisoner. I need to fucking unleash this sexual tension that was rushing to my dick and hurting it.

Mary-Jane looked up at me, studying my face as if she knew what was up. Her lips curled and she stepped closer, tossing her phone aside. “You poor thing.” She ran her hands around my waist and untied my apron, tossing it onto the floor. “Let me help you.” Her hand ran up my chest, under my cropped shirt, feeling my skin as her lips hovered over mine. “Aw, sweet Haze, I know you’re sorry. I can feel it rushing to your head. And not this one.” She tapped my temple. “Now, let me forgive you.” She kissed me, tugging at my hair. I knew Mary-Jane just wanted to be loved, and I couldn’t give her that. But I could fuck her and fix my problem while appeasing hers. For now.

As she kissed me, my eyes darted back to the bathroom, seeing Indi again. And the image of her sent me over.

Fuck it.

My hands gripped Mary-Jane’s waist, flipping her around as I bent her over the kitchen island. She gasped and smiled, enjoying every minute. “Yes,” she moaned as I raised her mini skirt and pulled her thong down. I spread her legs and pulled my dick from my pants and pressed the swollen tip against her pussy. “Oh, yes.” She cried out, leaning her body back.

“Stay still!” I gripped the back of her neck, forcing her head down as she gasped. “I’m in control here.”

“Yes, daddy,” she moaned.

I kept her head down, buried in her hair as I began to slide up and down her folds, trembling as I looked past her and into the bathroom, watching. I slowly slid my dick inside Mary-Jane’s cunt, eyeing Indi as she rubbed soap along her breasts, bubbles glistening along her flesh, pretending it was her pussy wrapped around me. “Oh fuck,” I moaned out loud, pulling back before reentering. My imagination took complete control, envisioning I was there with her in the shower, fucking her against the tile wall, our bodies creating their own bubbles. I could see it so clearly, our bodies slipping and sliding against one another as the water drenched us, steam filling our lungs as we struggled to breathe, too consumed with one another and willing to drown to be together.

God, Indi.

My speed quickly increased as my sick appetite grew. My nails dug into Mary-Jane’s hips, knocking my pelvis into her ass as I slammed into her pussy, harder and harder. My pressure on the back of her neck only increased as I pushed her roughly against the kitchen island, knocking a few things over in the process.

“Careful,” Mary-Jane whispered. I simply fucking ignored her and fucked her harder. I couldn't see her face, only her backside and red hair. “Oh shit,” she moaned, beginning to come. My eyes glazed over the longer I looked at her, and with each thrust she began to look more like Indi, making this even more satisfying.

Oh fuck.

My body began to tighten and wind up, telling me I was about to come. I quickly pulled out, turning away from Mary-Jane as I grabbed a spare hand towel and began to spew all inside it, jolting and groaning as I came hard. My free hand gripped the side of the counter, my knuckles turning white as I gripped it hard and emptied all of my orgasm into the hand towel.

“Oh man,” Mary-Jane breathed. “You are so forgiven.” My heart began to calm as I slowed down, breathing through the end of my orgasm. “Haze?” I cleaned myself, turning to look at her.

“Sorry.”

“Sorry? For what? Giving me a good fucking?” She smiled, standing on her tiptoes while she kissed me. “Like I said, I forgive you. But next time, fuck me head on. I want your eyes on me.” She kissed me again, taking her time. “I like it when you watch me.” Mary-Jane licked the side of my face. She stepped away and fixed her clothes as I returned my dick to my pants.

I didn’t bother cleaning up our mess. I wanted Indi to know what happened here. Instead, I plopped down on the couch and loaded the bong. Mary-Jane joined me, tossing her legs across my lap while she fucked around on her phone. I lit the bowl and watched the neck fill, taking a huge fucking hit. Mary-Jane took a turn, the two of us sitting there getting high as Kush jumped around on the floor, pawing at the cloud of smoke.

“Look at this.” Mary-Jane shoved her phone in my face to show me something. It was a post of Carter, posing with two female servers. They were holding pints of beer, dressed in nothing but lingerie, hugging onto him as he smiled, wearing a pair of fucking sunglasses indoors. “What a dork.” Mary-Jane giggled, liking the post.

What a fucking douche.

“Since when do you follow him?” I asked, exhaling smoke. I didn’t care who the fuck she followed or fucked around with. But if she was messing with Indi’s current boyfriend, I wanted to know.

“Oh, he’s been following me for months. We message occasionally about the hottest pop-ups and stuff. Nothing crazy.” She looked over at me. “Why? Is my Haze jealous?”

Nope. And I’m not your Haze.

Mary-Jane leaned closer as she kissed my ear, lightly tonguing it. She made her way to my mouth, kissing me, repositioning herself in my lap. Indi walked into the room, drying her hair with a towel. She immediately stopped as she noticed us. Seeing the disgust on her face made my dick jump. I wrapped my hands around Mary-Jane’s face, kissing her back as I watched past her and stared straight into Indi’s eyes. Those vibrant green irises quickly peeled away and trailed to the kitchen, noticing our mess, and returning back to me. She knew exactly what we did.

That’s right. I fucked your friend. Now, keep those eyes on me.