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“Yay! I miss my caveman. I feel lonely,” Michael moans, laying his head against mine.

Uri is coming? “I’m not high enough for this crap.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, a chorus of laughter resounds around us— us being the buzzed ones. My two brothers don’t seem to share the merriment.

“Let me recap,” Gabe starts, staring at his fiancé. “You had a fight with some lowly drug dealers and inhaled an indeterminate amount of cocaine.”

Rague lifts the broken cocaine bag from the floor and, after rubbing some on his pinky, he tastes it.

“It’s pure,” he states before grabbing the front of the man’s parka to pull him up and lay two hard punches on his already bruised face. Rague gets very upset when someone touches his husband.

“Inhaled pure cocaine and then butt-dialed me,” Gabe finishes, taking a picture of parka guy.

“Who did?” Lori asks.

“You did, Little Wasp,” Bez replies, grabbing Lori’s waist and pulling him against his body.

“We could hear you whining about your face creams, singing a Mariah Carey X-mas song, trying to think about the best petty revenge ever planned, and talking to someone about some protein bars,” Gabe explains.

“Oh! The vending machine, my full bladder found it. They taste delicious.” He takes a protein bar out of his pink bag and shows it to his fiancé before pulling his hand back.

“Oi, I forgot that I’m mad at you. Yes, I’m very mad even if you are so bloody handsome.

” Lori is molding Gabe’s face with his fingers like it’s playdough.

“We should take them to a doctor,” Rague says.

“Chill. We didn’t breathe in that much,” I retort.

“I sent the dealer’s photo to Rami. He keeps an eye on all the pushers around Chicago and should be able to tell us what kind of…

” Gabe’s phone beeps, stopping his explanation as he looks at the screen.

“The dealer’s name is Jason Andrews. He sells white powder cocaine, the purest in the city, thank fuck. ”

“Yay! We just need to ride the high, then. We will be fiiiiine. Let’s go dancing!” Michael exclaims. “Hey! Where’s my glass?”

“Oh my God! That’s exactly what I was thinking…before,” I tell him.

“It’s amazing. Like mind reading.” Michael grabs my hands, lacing our fingers as we smile at each other. I hear a thud. Suddenly I feel so light and carefree. It’s the best.

“Are you thinking we should go to a dance club right now?” he asks me.

“No,” I reply. “But let’s go!”

Gabe hauls Lori over his shoulder and slaps his butt.

“Or we could do that,” Michael points at them.

“Hey, put me down! I’m the sass master, how dare you lay your hands on me,” Lori complains.

“Take the snarky gremlin away.” I smile impossibly wide as I hear Uri’s smooth, deep voice.

An earful of melted caramel just like his golden skin.

My gut tightens with want as I see the predatory grace of his stride.

I can’t keep my eyes off him. His dreads are high in a ponytail, putting all the facial piercings on display.

He’s wearing black jeans, leather boots, and a large red sweater.

“I’ll dip your balls in honey and stick you in an ant farm, Super Model!” Lori threatens him, but Uri doesn’t even look his way.

He stops in front of me, his angry eyes stare me down and bruising fingers grab my chin. “Dilated pupils. Fuck!”

I cling to his stiff body and bury my face in his neck, inhaling his rich sandalwood scent. His chest vibrates against mine with every word he utters. “You weren’t fucking joking.”

“Like I would about something like this,” Rague barks.

I nuzzle my nose against his neck, breathing hard as I feel his fingers threading through my hair at my nape. Delicious shivers go up and down my body, and I let out a low moan.

“Your husband is like a koala in heat,” I hear Raph say.

“Yours is asking for sexual gratification too fucking loud,” Rague retorts.

“No dancing, then?” I turn my head to look at Lori, still dangling from Gabe’s shoulder. He seems…comfortable, groping my brother’s butt.

“No. Pollo Loco is waiting at home,” Gabe tells him as he starts walking away. Is he talking about Lori’s pet hen, Wednesday?

“Right, we need to be off to Bedfordshire. Happy trails, bozos. We’re going to put some memories in our memory foam bed!” he screams as he disappears with Gabe inside the bar.

Ollie is wrapped around Rague like a monkey, while Michael is on Raph’s back piggy-back style. He’s whispering something into his husband’s ear.

“Keep begging me, babe. I’ll have you kneeling at my feet soon,” Raph answers back with a devilish smirk.

Their exchange makes my dick throb as I imagine myself kneeling at Uri’s feet.

I’m suddenly lifted off my feet. Uri’s forearms are under my butt and his body is plastered to mine.

As he starts walking, my dick rubs against his hard abs with every step he takes, making me bite my lower lip until I feel blood on my tongue.

It’s so good, my brain turns foggy as zaps of electricity hit my lower body.

I turn my head and lick his neck. His skin tastes amazing, sweet and delicious, so incredible.

“Dibs,” I declare. He stops walking for a moment, but then his steps resume.

I don’t hear nor see anything else, too taken by the pleasure I’m feeling, until Uri lowers me inside his car. The sudden distance between us turns my skin to ice. But the fire inside me keeps burning, and I don’t want to keep it at bay this time.

He leans against the car, both arms on the roof, wide chest on display as I look up at him from the passenger seat.

He’s so close, I feel his warm breath gliding across my skin, and ohmygod if that didn’t put dirty thoughts into my head .

I’m still riding the coke high and don’t feel like coming down anytime soon.

“You okay? The effects of the drug will last a few more hours.” His intense stare makes me purr like a cat. Even though he seems annoyed with me, I want him to keep looking at me and then touch me and take me.

What did he ask me? The smell of him heightens inside the car’s cabin.

“Not answering your phone can have serious consequences, Sari.” His calm, controlled tone is hiding a commanding edge of a threat.

My lips part. I want to apologize and tell him I won’t do it again. But what if I like the idea of receiving those consequences? Of feeling them on my skin?

My hands tremble as I remember the saying about idle hands. Uri suddenly grabs my left one, pushing our palms together, our identical scars touching. The blood promise we all made to never turn our back on one another, no matter what. His touch feels scalding, and I flinch back.

He instantly tightens his grip but then lets go to close the car door.

A moment later he’s sitting in the driver seat.

He turns on the engine, but doesn’t start driving.

I catch his eyes slowly sliding down my body, a glint of appreciation in their depths, or is it the drug talking?

Not caring about reality or drug-induced make-believe, need swells inside me until I can’t contain it anymore.

“Can I suck your dick?” I ask in a voice hoarse with nerves. I see the words as they come out of my mouth, floating in a line in the air, until they fade like clouds in the wind near his beautiful face.

A few seconds silently pass by, with his dark, intense eyes fixed on me.

I shift until I’m sitting on my knees on the leather seat, facing him. “I’ve never done it, and I really, really want to do it…to you.”

His jaw ticks. “If you expect me to back off because you’re high, you’re mistaken.”

I don’t. I know who Uri is. He’ll protect me from anyone and anything, but that doesn’t mean he’s a good guy.

“I don’t want you to back off. I want you to use my mouth,” I confess boldly.

I lick my lips and glance down at his groin. My chest feels impossibly full, lava swirling down to my balls, making them prickle with anticipation.

“Fuck, how can I say no to that, Baby Blue?” His large hand moves down to his pants, stopping for a moment.

When his fingers still don’t move, I look up.

He’s searching my face, and he must find what he’s looking for because he finally undoes the buttons.

The first thunk sound reveals some brown hair, lighter than I expected.

No underwear; the sight makes my mouth fill with saliva.

The second thunk almost makes me gasp and melt with anticipation.

Then the third displays some smooth skin before he whips his dick out.

Holy. Shit.

My attention is laser-focused on it. I imagined he was big, but seeing it up close? Hard for me—which is a mind-fuck—long and thick, pink tip glistening wetly. But the best part is that his beautifully proportionated dick is completely pierced from root all the way to the tip.

He tsks. “Changing your mind?” The taunt goes over my head. I’m too awestruck by the view. I crawl toward him, the little mole on the crown of his dick is calling my name.

I dip down and lick it. The taste of him bursts inside my mouth. Salty, rich, and slick, so damn potent that it takes over all my senses. I lick the next bead of pre-cum that wells out, and the next. I’m tasting Uri, and it’s better than I’ve ever imagined. I could live on his flavor.

“Thirsty, aren’t we? Do you like it?” he hisses.

I nod, keeping my tongue on his crown. My dick is leaking inside my thong, throbbing with desire.

“Drink more, then. Suck on the tip, feed on it.” His voice has become deep and raspy. He’s turned on just like I am.

A deep eagerness simmers through me as I part my lips around his pierced crown, sucking it inside and then nibbling on the piercing with my teeth.

He pulls on my braid, wrapping it around his wrist, while his other hand slides over my nape to grab my head.

I feel his fingers tightening, sending a delicious sting all over my scalp, but soon the grip loosens.

“Open up now. Watch your teeth,” he instructs me.

“It’s not my first time,” I reassure him.