Page 11 of Feast

Calm down, Indi.

I cleared my throat and adjusted myself, pretending to ignore Haze’s tease. My eyes skimmed back over the file and its contents, reading more of the information provided to us. “So…” I looked through the stack. “Haze will be acting as a bartender⁠—”

My twin scoffed. “Easy! I learned mixology in culinary school, not to mention I spent most of my nights back then bartending in town to pay my way through school. I got this shit on lock.” His smile fell. “Wait, but what about Indi?” He looked at me. “What is she going to do?”

I looked into his eyes as Felix answered for me. “Indi will be working bottle service for VIP.”

INDI

“Bottle service?” Haze scoffed, leaning against the door frame. He watched, smoking a blunt as I packed my suitcase, sulking. “I don’t understand why you can’t work behind the bar with me…or work management.”

I slammed the suitcase shut with a loud sigh. “Because,” I snapped, turning to look at him. Our cat meowed, waddling into the bedroom. I looked down, helping the overweight cat climb onto the bed, straining at how heavy he was. He purred, crawling around the bed and picking at the suitcase. “Bottle service is something I have a lot of experience in.” I patted Kush’s head, turning to look at my brother. “Especially at The Burnout.”

Haze’s jaw clenched. “There are other jobs. Hell, you could just be an everyday party goer who happens to run into our targets.” He took a long drag.

“Normal people can only get so far in the club. Aside from bottle service, no one gets to step into VIP. And as for other jobs, ha. There’s nothing else I can do. I have no experience bartending, and we both know working together in such a closed space isn’t exactly the best idea.” I smirked. “I wouldn’t be able to focus.” I grabbed a second bag, tossing it onto the bed. I reached over and unzipped it, giggling as Kush crawled inside. “Don’t worry. You’re going to stay with Felix and Dream.”

Haze’s breath hit the back of my neck as he wrapped his arms around my waist, the smell of weed hitting me as he held the blunt between his lips. “I can behave myself.”

I nearly snorted, feeling his growing dick press against my lower back. “No, you can’t.” I swallowed my own growing excitement.

And neither can I.

He spun me around gently, blowing a cloud of smoke into my face. “So ask to work management.”

My brows furrowed at his stubbornness. “And what good will that do? I can’t keep an eye on the guests or get close to the targets if I’m in some back office punching numbers. How am I⁠—”

Haze roughly pulled me close, pressing into me, holding the blunt away. A low, vibrating growl rippled from his chest, and I felt my knees go weak. “I don’t want anyone getting close to you.” He leaned in, kissing my neck.

“Ahh,” I moaned faintly. “Haze…” I tried to push him away, but he didn’t budge. “Stop it…I need to finish packing. So do you.”

I felt his lips curl, his hot breath making my skin prickle as he whispered into my flesh. “Make me.” His mouth met mine as his hands traveled beneath my clothes, gliding along my skin.

“Haze,” I whined. “I—” He bit my lower lip, cutting my words.

Fuck…I don’t have time for this…even if I really fucking want to.

Haze reached around, picking my body up as he held me close, carrying me across the bedroom and into the living room, throwing me down on the pool table. I looked up at him and huffed, plucking the blunt from his mouth. “Really?” I took a large breath, letting the smoke fill my lungs before blowing the rest out across his face. “I thought we learned our lesson with pool tables.” I coughed faintly at how strong the strand was.

He grinned, kissing me again. “I don’t mind breaking another.” He reached under my skirt and stroked me delicately. “Come on, little sis,” he moaned. “Use that charm of yours and make me stop. I dare you.” He moved faster, playing with my excitement. “Unless you’d rather let me win…again.” His green eyes twinkled at the thought.

Oh, you cocky little fucker.

Despite how good he felt, I pushed my hand against his torso and forced him back. He only watched, smiling as I sat up and crawled to my feet. “You want to play dirty? Fine.” I spun my twin around, slamming him back against the pool table. “I can play dirty.”

Haze took the blunt and opened his mouth to speak, but quietly shut it as I gripped his waist. “Indi,” he groaned, leaning in to kiss me.

“Uh-uh.” I stopped him with a giant smile. “You don’t get to kiss me.”

“Oh?” He raised a brow. “And why is that?”

My fingers reached down, unlatching his belt. “Because.” I unzipped his jeans and reached beneath them, gripping his hard and swollen shaft. He moaned down at me, biting back how much he enjoyed my touch. I played with his dick a little before slowly dropping to my knees, keeping my eyes on him. I carefully freed his dick and licked my lips at how the tip was already dripping. And while I stared up at him, I whispered. “My mouth is going to be occupied.”

“Indi.”

I leaned forward, extending my mouth wide until it was nearly out of socket, dropping my tongue. He spat a few beads of excitement onto my tongue as I slid my mouth along his shaft, listening to how good it must’ve felt. He held the blunt in his mouth and gripped the edge of the pool table, leaning into me, watching me struggle to take him, the corners of my mouth burning from how tight I was around him. And even still, he refused to look away.

That’s right…keep those eyes on me, big boy.