Ignite (The Disciples #4) - Cassandra Robbins Page 0,31

it’s made me impatient.

I’m pissed that I’m still thinking about her. It’s not like I’ll ever see her again. But every time I close my eyes, I do see her. Fuck, even her smell haunts me.

I need a shower, and food. Guess tonight’s the night I sample Rip’s new weed. He’s been asking me to test it. Fuck, I hope it gets me happy and high.

But first, I need to get Blade and Ryder up to date.

I toss my dirty shoes in the corner and strip out of the dusty clothes. I was on the road for a solid five hours today, having to deal with one of my grow houses. I have many—they’re spread out all over Southern California. This particular one was robbed. Someone fucking robbed me. It’s starting to feel personal. Yet, the person I’m suspecting should be targeting Blade, not me.

Unless he doesn’t know that Blade and the Disciples have nothing to do with my weed. It doesn’t matter. He’s a dead man. Should’ve been a dead man years ago…

I turn on the shower and try to clear my head as I step in and let the cool water wash away the dirt and grime of the road. My mind goes over all that I need to do.

Lifting my head, I let the water hit my face while I prepare to tell Blade that I’m 90 percent sure his brother-in-law is behind all this. Eve likes to say Benny means nothing to her, but her actions speak for themselves.

Flipping off the water, I hesitate as I lay my head on the cool tile. “Fuck it,” I mumble, giving in. I’m so tired of pretending that I didn’t want this girl.

I’m not a liar.

I wanted her.

I wanted to fuck her more than I have wanted to fuck any woman, mark her in the most primal way. Rolling my forehead to the side, I reach for my cock. It’s throbbing and ready for my hand.

“Yeah.” I see her.

Her blond hair spills around her face as my hands wrap around the base and I jerk myself off to that vision.

She groans and whispers, Mitchell. It should be something that I correct, but I like it coming out of her plump lips. With her head thrown back, her body lying across my desk… it’s as if she’s offering herself to me.

“Fuck,” I grunt, jerking myself hard and rough, almost painfully chasing the pleasure. While I rub my balls with my right hand, I continue stroking my cock with the other. My groans echo around the black-tiled walls and my stomach muscles tighten. As my leg muscles lock up, I lean back and open my eyes to watch while I explode.

“Jesus,” I hiss, my body jerking out hot milky strands that splatter on my toes and cover the shower wall. I let my breath steady before I turn on the water to clean myself up.

Stepping out of the shower, I feel slightly better. But I need to remind Rip about a couple of things, starting with the weed, so I pick up my phone and fire off a text.

Me: Before you leave, make sure you grab me a bag of the D blend and whatever else you want me to try. I’m gonna tell Blade and Ryder what’s going on and get high, play my guitar, and sleep.

Three dots appear, then stop, then start again. I set down my phone to get dressed. Rip is the slowest texter I have ever met. Most of the time, I call him, but I’m not in the mood.

While I’m slipping on a black tee, my phone dings at last with Rip’s text. I reach for my smokes and head toward the conference room before I check.

RIP: Leaving now. I’ll grab you some D, but definitely go with my new blend. If you have a bunny with you, even better. I’m putting it in a separate bag. You want me to stop by Pussycat also?

Me: yeah.

Leave it to Rip to be so laid back about getting robbed. He’s more excited about his latest blend of weed than having spent the entire day transporting one grow house to the other.

Rip’s good for me to be around. I can get all dark and shit, but he just gets high and rolls with it. He shows up when I need him. He’s loyal and he doesn’t hesitate.

I swing the conference room door open to laughter. Blade and Ryder have their feet on the old wooden table, a big