3 GRAMS
Krihstin Zink Copyright © 2016
by Krihstin Zink All rights reserved.
ISBN-13: 978-1533344052 (CreateSpace-Assigned)
ISBN-10: 1533344051
Cover Design: Jessica Ozment of Fanatic Reviews by Jess
Editor: Jennifer Dickerson of Nerdy Girl Editing & Co.
Formatter: Leigh Stone of Formatting by Leigh
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Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Acknowledgements
About the Author
To my readers: You are the fuel that ignites my writing fire.
“Gah—you’re so fucking sexy, O . . .” Lena’s lush lips sucked on mine while her tender hands palmed my tits, “just give me tonight and let me enjoy—all of you.”
Music buzzed in the background while she had me pressed firmly against a dark corner in The Clubhouse. “Say it—say what I want to hear.” She nipped my lip and then massaged her tongue against mine while she had me trembling against her fingertips.
“Yeah . . . you . . . you can stay—the night.” I’d cracked and had no clue what I’d gotten myself into.
Her foxy fawn eyes had mocked me from below. “You liked that didn’t you? I promise—you won’t regret tonight.” Lena had charmed me with her determination to have me: she’d kept her eyes set on me and had quickly rubbed her way into my life. We’d known each other for a little over a year. But after we’d had one lustful weekend of fun—without even asking—she had moved in to my apartment. And she made it difficult for me to stay true to my feelings. “You can stay, but you get the spare room—I like to sleep alone. Cool?” I’d never led Lena on, and made sure to be straightforward with her about my aversion towards relationships. Her lips pouted, like a pup caught outside in a hailstorm. “Fine . . . but, don’t get mad if you wake up to me all over you.” She’d kept me amazed with her constant need to please me.
My umber eyes blinked open as I stretched across my comfy mattress and waited for my alarm to ring. Lena and I had met on the job at The Clubhouse and had been scheduled to work that day. As usual, I lacked the urge to go. I scooted towards my cell as my morning alarm flashed and buzzed from my nightstand. “Fuck.” I stretched my tatted arms above my head and then fumbled towards the nuisance alarm. One swipe to the right and two screen taps later—and Wiz Kalifah blared through my bedroom speakers. A yawn crept from my lips as I tugged at my wrinkled and snug tank top and boxer briefs. When I rolled out of bed, my breasts giggled with liberation. Lena had always loved them, so much so that she’d tried to start something the previous night.
“Come on, babe . . . I’m just tired—that’s all.” I’d wiggled away from her, rubbing at my eyes. I’d lacked the libido to keep up with her, and she’d viewed it as rejection.
“Yeah, you’re always tired when I want you. Oh, but when you want some—I’m supposed to drop everything and please, you. Huh?” She’d sulked and pouted, 'til I’d caved and let her have her way. Buzzed and sexually frustrated Lena had sass I couldn’t resist . . . until that night. “You liiike?” She’d lingered her hands from her plump bust to her full hips: her lustrous onyx-colored hair grazed at her thigh-high, laced-up stripper boots. She’d worn a brand new mesh body suit that gripped at every natural curve. I’d let her have her way, but my mind had become distracted by Kendra.
“O-baby, I’m fine—I can drive. I only had a few and you know I’m great when I smoke a blunt or two. Don’t worry.” Kendra’s last words rang in my ears as I gazed at the date that flashed from my iPad’s screen: July 3rd, 2013. That day marked ten years since my best friend and first-time lover, Kendra, died. I’d always begged her not to drive high-and-drunk, but she’d been too stubborn to ever listen to anyone. I’d missed that bitch every damn day. Her death had built an impenetrable shield around my heart, which had caused my struggle to truly love Lena. I enjoyed all of Lena, but she’d always wanted more than I had available to give. Kendra had been too many firsts for me, and I had found it difficult to replace someone who had so much value to my life.
That Good by Snoop Dogg and Wiz Khalifa bumped through my iPad’s speakers. I danced and searched for my crystal blunt tray until I noticed Dallas’s bright July sun, peeking through my bedroom blinds. Small rainbows reflected from my crystal tray and rested on my dresser. “Fuck yeah—fuck yeah,” I sang and shimmied along to Wiz’s sick beats.
I danced from my dresser and shuffled, reaching my pillow-top mattress. With my tray, weed stash, and a fresh grape blunt, I climbed up and nestled my ass in the center of my bedding and then crossed my legs. “I’m ready to—smoke, smoke, smoke,” I hummed while my nimble fingers broke up, on my crystal tray, a sticky-but-sweet three grams of fresh bubble-berry bud. A berry taste and smell, it had always been my perfect daytime high.
On cue, without even knocking, Lena waltzed into my room. “Can I hit it?” Her hound-dog nose had always sniffed out all of my freshly-rolled blunts. Lena’s onyx-colored hair barely covered her naturally copper skin. She licked at her plump bottom lip, and had a door-frame lean that would make any person swoon.
I jerked my head at my bed, and huffed out a playful joke that had always bothered her: “Damn, girl—come sit next to me, foxy Eva dos.” Her freshly pedicured feet cautiously paced towards me.
“You know I don’t like when you call me that, O. I’m foxy Lena—not Eva Longoria dos.” She shook her head and rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her bare breasts. Her diverted gaze and puckered-up, full lips showed the aftermath of the previous night’s drama.
No matter how often I had mentioned that I wanted fun and nothing serious, she had always popped-off with some jealous-ass girlfriend bullshit. “But . . . I love you—and it’s been a fucking year, O. When will you say it back? It’s not that hard. Should I just give up and move out—is that what you want?” I had withheld my answer for far too long, not more than two minutes, but it had resulted in some true telenovela tears. “Why do you always break my heart like this?” Lena’s coy side vanished that night. Her dramatic outbreak made me miss her usual bashfulness. She could release her minx fury on the pole, but at home—in her soft-spoken voice, she’d clung and begged for my love. I’d constantly requested that she’d repeat herself or to speak up, but that had only agitated her. “I can’t help it, O—I just have a little voice that matches my little body.”
“Ophelia.” Lena jerked me out of my thoughts with her usual dramatics.
“If you want me to leave, just tell—” I placed my finger against her plump lips, and stopped her mid-sentence.
“You can . . . smoke . . . if you quit with all that boo-hoo drama,” I mumbled, sealing my blunt with a final lick. She leaned out of my way when she noticed me reach and house my blunt and my crystal tray, next to my tablet, on my nightstand. My fingers stuck to my tablet while I tapped and tapped until my iHeart radio set to shuffle.
Lena feathered a manicured fingernail down my right arm; she loved my tats because she had none. “You still gonna get me a tat for my birthday?” Like a good minx, she purred and r
ubbed her head up-and-down my neck and face.
“Sure. I can do that, Foxy.” I jerked my chin, beckoning her to join me as I reclined against my pillow.
Danny Brown’s Blunt After Blunt bumped in the background. As if she had been on the stage, she balanced her weight on one thin, defined leg and then lifted the other to straddle my chiseled chiffon-tanned eight-pack.
“Any time you’re near me, your skin calls my hands. It’s like your body pulls me in and I need to constantly touch you . . . taste you . . . love you.” She pulled and cupped my hand to her face, and then reached down and drew circles on the fabric above my barely covered nipples. She stared down at me with those fawn-colored, round cat eyes of hers that yearned for me to soften my heart and let her in. “I love you, O . . . all of you—and I can’t tell my heart who to love—it only wants you.” Her bare, cashmere skin pressed against mine. I reached my free hand to her face and spread my thumb across her lips. She pushed and teased herself against my boxers while she rubbed circles around my pierced navel.
“I adore you, only you.” I grazed my fingers down her arms and rested my palms on her thick hips.
“Why can’t you just say it? Say that you love me?” Her love-filled stare chiseled at the shield around my heart. She leaned forward to kiss me, but before her lips touched mine—I reached and cupped her neck and drew her closer. My lips feathered and urged against hers.
“Just enjoy this,” I huffed, frantically combing my fingers through her silk tresses.
“Just love me . . .” she moaned as our lips lingered.
My tongue rushed past her lips and softly stroked against her warm, waiting tongue. When I kissed along her neck, her scent of melons and honey soothed my senses.
“The things you do to me, Lena—I just adore you, can’t that be enough?” She induced a seductive high, which I had to keep. My fingertips lingered from her silky-dark locks and down to her delicate back. She leaned away from me and stared deep into my eyes.
“Our love could be an eternal bliss, just you and me—until we’re wrinkled and gray. Just say it—just once, O. Please.” Tears filled and trickled from her eyes, as a pit of guilt formed deep in my stomach.
“I can’t lie, Foxy. I adore you, with what I do feel of my heart. And maybe . . . one day—I could love you, but right now—let’s just have fun.” I enjoyed her too much to let her go; and at that time, I had never had my core burn and quake as it did with Lena. I needed only her, but I wanted excitement, not a serious relationship.
“Babe, please stop it. We’re just having a good time, please leave it at that. I adore you. Why can’t that be enough?” I nibbled and sucked on her bottom lip.
“Never. I will love you until my love penetrates your shielded heart. I will love you until you develop a love stronger than what I feel for you—right now. I will love you until the last gasp of air seeps from my mouth. I can wait . . . you’re worth it . . . to me.” Her fawn eyes yearned for me to love her, but my stubbornness kept me from giving her what she needed.
Guilt stabbed and turned at my heart because I cherished her, but it had never been the true love she’d hoped to receive. Even after ten years, my heart ached for Kendra’s loss.
“Just enjoy this—” I huffed, and in one swift switch, I shifted our positions and pressed my defined frame firmly against hers.
Soft whimpers escaped her mouth as my fingers grazed against her warmth. Our tongues connected and danced while my touch rendered her helpless. She pulsated beneath my body, and moaned my name, “O . . . Ooo—pleeease . . . pleeease.” Her nails dug into my arm and ass until her naturally-bronzed skin tightened and relaxed as she expelled an exaggerated whimper.
Her gaze fixated on my face. “Now I need a taste.” She licked at her lips and gently pushed at my shoulders until I rested flat on my back. Her hands and lips ventured south, and her hands pressed at my thighs while her tongue flicked and massaged my shaved center. She rushed a hand up my abs and cupped my tit. I relished and tensed with pleasure.
“Ohhh . . . damn the things you do to me, Foxy,” I groaned as she expertly built my heat.
I ran my fingers through her hair and massaged her shoulders while my sexual tension continued to build. My pelvis jerked against her face and I gripped my bedsheets until she left me subdued.
“That’s the best way to start my day . . .” I mumbled as I nudged away from her and said, “Come-on, wash your face—I don’t feel like smoking my pussy.”
She followed me into my bathroom, and waited while I washed her off my fingers; then I stepped aside and watched as she washed her face. Her smile brightened as she splashed and rinsed away the soap from her lips. She mumbled, “There’s-that-smile . . . that I’ve missed.” We grinned at each other’s reflections.
“Well, after all that pleasure.” I leaned in and wrapped my arms around her and cupped her mounds as I wiggled my eyebrows at her mirror image. She laughed her sweet, chest-shaking laugh that warmed my heart.
“Plus, you know I always get excited before I smoke.” I winked, and her grin grew wider. My height allowed me to see myself over her, so I bear-hugged her tighter while I stared in complete awe of her loveliness. Her long onyx-colored hair hung past her ass, and even sparkled under the bathroom’s dull lights. Lena’s fawn-colored eyes had pulled me into her life. In that moment, if I would’ve opened my heart, just a centimeter, I could’ve learned to love her as she loved me. Shit. I would’ve even married her, and we would’ve adopted kids and all that normality. However, I had loved once . . . but it had blown the eff up in my face. I had given Kendra my heart, and I totally blamed her for her death. Her premature ending, covered my heart with an emotional frost that would’ve put the Tundra to shame.
“Why the sudden frown? Come on—let’s smoke a smile on your face.” Lena reached her hand out and placed her soft, gentle palm in mine and then led us back to my bed.
“Sit.” She let go of my hand and nodded towards the bed.
“Open up, pleeease.” Her smile beamed, and her perfectly aligned teeth sparkled as she placed my blunt in between my lips and then lit it for me. My attentive Foxy, with her cat eyes that had me in a trance. If I could’ve just loved her as she’d loved me . . . maybe, we would’ve been happier.
“Oops.” She jerked the lighter away, and saved my face and blunt from the scorching flame.
“Sit with me.” I tugged at her delicate wrist and pulled her onto my lap. I puffed and buzzed with excitement, as a harsh but sweet inhale filled my mouth and chest with my favorite substance. After one more deep inhale, I passed my blunt to Lena.
We smoked, with her perched on my lap, until my blunt became a pincher. Our eyes glazed and relaxed as we reclined and stretched across my bed.
“You make my high so much better.” I trailed my fingers down her face—until she caught my pinky in her mouth and kissed her way up my arm, straddling me.
“I only ever want you—always you, only you.” Her soft lips lingered against mine.
“That bubble-berry taste . . . just right—on your lips.” I mumbled, kissing her until my work alarm sounded from my iPad.
Lena sprang upward and stared at the alarm. “Fuck. Look at the time, O—we need to hurry.”
We tumbled off my bed and I stumbled as I undressed, rushing into my bathroom and then stepping into the tub.
“I got the water,” she hollered over her shoulder as I closed the shower curtain. She ran the water from the faucet until it had heated up to the perfect temp.
“Ready?” She beamed as warm water soaked our hair and skin.
“Gah—look at you. Bring that fineness over here.” Her hand grazed my hip and rushed to grab a handful of my ass. She peered up and said, “You make me constantly need to have you close to me.” Our lips rushed and connected as we lingered under the shower stream.
“I have a sudden need for something sweet.” She licked her lips and then guided me into a corner, kissing fr
om my neck down to her favorite part of me.
“Lena, ohh . . . Ohh . . . OK, but make it quick.” I felt too high to deny her, and I kept telling myself not to waste water—but oral while high should never be denied.
I gazed in amazement, as a steady stream of water drizzled down her skin while she built my luscious heat. I climaxed quickly; then reached to please her, but she said, “It’s all right, babe. We need to hurry.”
She searched and collected our loofas and then trickled body wash on them. “Which one’s yours, again?” she asked, confusion creasing at her nose. I reached for the darker of the two, and said, “It’s all right—let me help you. You look like you need some TLC.”
We lathered and massaged each other’s skin. “Let me get your back.” She gently pushed at my side until my back faced her. “Almost got it.” Her soft grunts huffed on my back as she tiptoed and scrubbed gentle circles across my skin.
“You’re too good to me, Foxy.” I reached back and gave her hard ass a squeeze. She held my heart, and I had true appreciation for the love she had for me.
“Come here.” I pulled her into a hug.
“O—you’re gonna make us late.” She protested, but it didn’t stop me. Her back pressed on my tits as I massaged and lathered up her full and perky breasts. Brash moans lingered from her lips.
“We . . . Ohh . . . I’m almost there.” I hushed her urgency to leave for work as I kneaded small lustful circles against her sudsy clit.
“Ohh . . . Mmm . . .” She purred and backed us against the wall as she trembled against me.
Lena shifted her glance over her shoulder, and her eyes beamed with glee as she gazed up at me. “You make me feel normal and far beyond what I ever pictured as happiness.” A soft smile spread on her plump lips as she reached out and shut off the water. Stepping out of the shower, we swatted off what water we could. “I wonder how much time we have before we have to leave.” Her face creased with concern.
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