“Definitely.” Hannah nods dramatically. “Never missed a party. That’s me.”
I shake my head, grinning to myself. The reality is, from what I’ve witnessed of Hannah’s life and what she’s revealed to me about herself, her circumstances have kept her incredibly sheltered. She’s been so busy taking care of her mom for so long, she hardly does anything but work and go home. The idea of her at a party, with strobes and pounding bass and drinking and drugs, is actually quite comical.
I hope she finds a way to make some happy moments for herself soon, though—she’s still so young, and the thought of her stuck in this endless cycle of responsibility twists something inside of me.
“Me either, baby,” Waylon says, his voice taking on a huskier tone. “And I got the good stuff. I’d take a hit right off your pussy too.”
“Wow,” Hannah remarks, her eyes noticeably rounded.
“Don’t worry, Ruby, I’d eat you too. A little blow, a little pussy. My tongue is better when I’m up anyway.”
I nod, teasing Hannah by mouthing the words “Me too.”
She has to fight a giggle and playfully smacks me in the shoulder before turning away and closing her eyes in an attempt to concentrate. “Oh yeah. That feels good.”
“I bet it does, Ruby. I could give you a hit, too, if you want. You like that shit?”
Hannah turns to me quickly, looking for an answer, and I nod in the affirmative. Keeping him hooked is the goal at this point. I’ve already texted Shane about tracing his number, and we plan to bring him in for questioning, but if Hannah can somehow lead him into mentioning fent, all the better.
“Love it,” she says.
“Good. I got the good stuff for us if we meet up. Made special from one of the best guys I know.”
I laugh internally.Oh yeah, I’m sure his dealer is a real stand-up guy.
“Sounds good,” Hannah agrees. “Is your good stuff ...high inducing?” she asks, and I cover my face with an arm. Shane’s got to be dying in the van over that one.
“Of course it is, Ruby. And then we can fuck while we’re out of our minds.”
Hannah’s chest rises and falls in heavy but silent waves, her face taking on the familiar tight expression she always gets when she’s overwhelmed.
I gently tap her hand, pulling her attention back to me, and scribble a note.
How? What position?
She nods at my words and takes a deep, cleansing breath. “So ... how would you fuck me?”
“From behind, so I could smack your pretty little ass.”
Her eyes meet mine again, and I quickly jot down another note.
Your cock will feel big like that.
“Oh man,” she says, her voice still sounding a little stilted to my ears. “I bet your cock feels big like that.”
“My cock feels big in every position,” Waylon claims boldly. “It’s twelve inches.”
“Ha!” I scoff, before covering my mouth and shaking my head and muttering, “No fucking way.”
Hannah waves me off, which is fair. I’m definitely not helping at this point.
“Oh wow,” she says, pretending to be surprised. “I don’t even know if your ruler-size dick will fit inside me.”
Ruler-size.I have to bite my lip not to laugh.
“Oh, I’ll fit,” Waylon demands, his voice rough around the edges. “You just have to take me.”
“And I’ll take the whole thing,” Hannah says. “Suck you right in like a Dyson.”
