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Weed & Photographs

Spade

A few days have gone by and I’ve completely ignored Ryder. From the last text he sent me, one can only assume he’s pissed at me for not going to the funeral. He needs to understand I’m not ready to put my girl to rest. It hurts my heart to think about saying goodbye, and no one can force me otherwise.

Jay is still in the hospital from what I’ve been told. Dalton has banned us from stepping foot on the grounds until further notice, and has threatened to kill us on the spot if we even think about ambushing again.

What Dalton doesn’t know is that we have eyes on him on the inside, giving us updates periodically. It’s absolutely maddening that our hands are fucking tied. It makes me feel like The Aces are coming at us from all ends, trying to take each of us out, one at a time. Dalton better watch himself though, being that Jay has been The Carver as of late, he won’t hesitate to take his own father out when push comes to shove.

Grabbing the remote, I turn the tv on and surf the channels until I find something interesting to watch. My phone pings as I pick up the joint from Jade’s coffee table and light it, taking a deep pull as Iread the message.

Sergio: Everything is out of The Academy like you asked. Where are we dropping it off?

Me: Everything comes to Jade’s house. Put it all in the garage, except for the cars and bikes. Thanks man, payment will be sent momentarily.

Sergio: You got it, Boss.

Switching the thread, I text Ri to let him know all his shit is here and he can come anytime to pick it up.

Ri: How long are you going to be held up at her house?

Me: Until I figure out another plan. I can’t just leave it empty.

Ri: Or until they kick you out.

Me: That too.

Ri: I’ll be by when I can to get my shit.

Me: Roger that.

Placing my phone down on my stomach, I lean back against the soft black leather couch and continue to smoke my joint, building up the courage to make this next call. Fuck. Why can’t things ever be easy? Calling the leader of the Irish Army on a whim is intimidating as fuck. Maybe I can just text him? No, that would be disrespectful and I need this gun deal.

Taking another hit off the joint, I lift the phone from my stomach and stare at the picture of me and Jade for a moment. The smile on her face as she looks up at me while I’m holding her from behind brings a smile to my face. We look so fucking happy here. I take a deep breath, thinking about that moment like it was yesterday.

Jade is standing in the kitchen getting snacks for our study session for tonight. We made a pillow bed on the floor of her bedroom instead of going down to the theater room. It’s storming today, and she loves the way the rain pelts against her windows as thunder roars in the sky. She says it's soothing, and if she could, she would be laying outside during the storm, but the lightning is hitting like a motherfucker out there, so that idea was out. I step into the kitchen and walk over to her, wrapping my arms around her middle.

“Mmm, Babyboy. I’ve missed your touch today.” She says, leaning into my chest. I bend down and nuzzle my face into her neck causing her to giggle.

“I just missed you altogether, Babygirl. I feel like I haven’t seen you all day.” I whisper, littering kisses along her neck.

“Don’t start. We will never get any studying done if you do.” She warns and I laugh.

“But it’s relaxing. Don’t you want to cum a couple of times before we use our brains to study useless information we will never need again?” I say, sucking the spot behind her ear she loves so much.

“Spadeeee.” She moans as my hands travel up her stomach to her perfect tits, squeezing them both before rolling my thumbs against her pierced peaks.

“Fuck, Babyboy.” She whimpers, rubbing her ass against my hard cock.

“Take a picture with me. I need something to look at every time I open my phone.” I say and she looks up at me, smiling. I take the opportunity and pull out my phone, placing it in front of us.

“You know I love you, right, Babygirl?” I say as our eyes connect. She smiles so brightly and that’s when I snap the picture, capturing the moment to have forever.

“Yes, I do Reid, and I love you too.” She says, leaning up to kiss me. I spin her around, grabbing her hips and lift her onto the island, stepping between her legs. Cupping her face with both of my hands, I bring her lips to mine and kiss her slowly, stroking my tongue along hers, causing her body to shiver.

“I’ll never love anyone the way I love you, Babygirl. It will always be you.” I confess, and her breathing hitches as a tear seeps from her eye. Wiping it away with my thumb, I kiss her soft lips again, but she pulls away before I could deepen it.

“No one has ever loved me, truly loved me, the way you three do, and I don’t want that to ever change. I love you with my whole heart, Spade. Always. You’re it for me.” She admits as tears stream down her face.

“Don’t cry, pretty girl. Let me make you cum while you watch the storm.” I smirk and she laughs.

“Please, Babyboy.” She says with a yelp as I lift her off the counter and throw her ass over my shoulder, taking us to the bedroom. The snacks can wait. I need to taste the girl I’m going to marry one day.

Tears dripping down my chin take me out of the memory as I sob for the girl I love, on the couch, all alone. “I don’t want to be in this world anymore without you, Babygirl. I need you. I need you so bad.” I yell into the empty house.

Standing, I grab the vase and haul it across the living room, letting it smash against the wall. Fuck.

Walking to the kitchen, I open the fridge, andopen the bottle of vodka, bringing it to my lips and taking a deep gulp, letting the cold liquid slide down my throat. I take a few more swigs before I cap it and put it back where I found it.

Wiping my tears, I go back to the living room, grind up some mary and roll another joint. The rumble of a bike has me stopping mid-roll. Fuck. I don’t need his bullshit tonight.

Finishing the roll, I light it up and take a deep hit, waiting for whoever it is to walk through the door. Leaning back, I take another hit as the front door opens and slams shut, quickly followed by the sound of heavy boots stomping into the living room. He walks in and stands in front of me, my eyes raking up his jeans to his tight white tee that shows off his muscles before roaming to his eyes that look murderous. Why must he be so fucking attractive, and why haven’t I noticed him before?

“Is there a reason why you’ve been ignoring me?” he asks, taking the joint from my fingers, bringing it to his mouth and taking a deep pull before blowing it back in my face. My dick twitches in my sweats from that alone. I need to either get it together, or go jerk off, because what the fuck?

“Why do you care? I’m just your dead sister's boyfriend, right? I aint shit.” I retort as he hands the joint back to me.

Sitting next to me he sighs, taking off his boots and kicking them to the side.

“Because I do.” He says, leaning his head back against the cushion next to me.

“I just need time man, I’m not ready to say goodbye to her and when I am, I’ll do it my way.” I say, turning to face him.

“That’s all you needed to say. I don’t like being ignored. It actually makes me homicidal.” He grunts and I laugh.

“Did you kill anyone to satiate your murderous ways?” I ask with a smirk as I pass the joint to him.

“I did, but it didn’t satisfy my anger, so here I am.” He laughs, taking a hit and once again, blowing it in my face.

“And by coming here, you thought what?” I inquire as he takes his shirt off, tossing it at me. I let it hit my bare chest and slide down my lap. Taking the joint back from him, I rip on it and place it in the ashtray on the coffee table, waiting for him to answer my question.

“You know what I wanted. Don’t play stupid with me. You think the other night meant nothing to me?” He asks, flipping the script.

“We were both drunk and vulnerable. I’m not stupid enough to think it meant anything more than what it was.” I answer truthfully, but he shakes his head.

“I think you’re a liar and you want me just as much as I want you.” He growls, standing up from the couch. I look up at him, eye fucking the shit out of his ripped body covered in tattoos as our eyes connect. Before I can answer, he straddles me, pulling my hair back and slamming his mouth to mine. I push him away, but he only pulls my hair tighter.

“I’m not gay, Ryder.” I spit and he smirks.

“You may think you’re not gay, but your hard dick pressing against my ass, is.” He groans.

“It’s anatomy.” I answer, not knowing what else to fucking say.

“Admit it. You’re attracted to me. Stop fighting it. You can still want dick and love pussy,” he assures me. Fuck. Goddamn it.

He doesn’t let me answer as he brings his lips back to mine and kisses me slowly. I moan, loving the way his tongue feels against mine as he bites my bottom lip, sucking it into his warm mouth. He tastes like weed and whiskey, and I want to ravish him. I moan again, pulling him closer to me as he deepens the kiss. Our tongues battle for dominance as our hands roam each other's bodies. Fuck, my dick aches to be touched. He pulls away, breathing heavily as I pant, wanting more.

“Wanna go upstairs?” He asks, and I nod.

“Words, Spade. Please.” He pleads as he climbs off my lap.

“Yes, my little biker bitch, let’s go upstairs.” I smirk, getting up off the couch, adjusting my hard cock as I follow him up the stairs.