“You’re not dying on me and leaving me here with your bodies. If you go, I go,” I said, nerves racking through my body.
The only thing I’d ever tried before was weed with Dominic.
“Fine. But if Dom finds out, we’re blaming the new guy.” Vincent held his pinky up to me.
I took it and smirked at him as he winked.
Fallon snatched the bag from Vincent then divvied out three lines. He snorted the first one with a rolled-up bill. I watched, fascinated as he let out a breath and closed his eyes.
“Yep. That’s the shit right there,” he said.
Vincent leaned down to the small bedside table and inhaled his line with the bill Fallon gave him.
He blinked for a moment. “Jesus fuck,” he murmured, looking around. “That’s intense.”
“Good though, right?” Fallon laughed. “Who knew the air had a color?”
“Blue, like baby B’s eyes,” Vincent said, smiling as he stared glassy eyed at the empty air in front of him.
“You don’t have to try it,” Fallon said, taking my hand.
“I’m going to.” Maybe it would take my mind off my worries. I leaned over and snorted the line, hoping it didn’t kill me.
“Oh God,” I breathed out a moment later as I reached for Fallon’s hand.
He held my fingers.
“I-I feel like I’m floating. Like my head is moving fast, but everything is so slow and so… nice.” I giggled.
“The rush will come and go for a while. It has a nice half-life,” Fallon said, pulling my naked body onto his lap. His lips met mine in a deep, warm kiss that made my toes curl.
“I have to tell you something before we do this,” he said.
“What?” I pulled away and frowned at him.
“I got really fucked up when Drake injected me, and I thought some other girl was you. I almost fucked her before Stella stopped me. I-I got her off in front of everyone at Hail’s party.” He stared down at the floor, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I swear I’d never do that shit sober. It’s why I came to Seeley’s room that night. I needed to tell someone. I felt so guilty. I still feel awful about it. I love you, Bianca,” his voice cracked. “I just needed you to know it happened.”
I cupped his face. “It’s OK. I love you too.”
His lips crashed against mine as he shifted me so I was straddling his lap.
“Easy, new guy. I’ve been waiting for like two weeks to sink inside her. You’re not going to hog her. We do her together,” Vincent demanded.
Fallon broke our kiss off and nodded. “OK. But I want to take it nice and slow.”
“Deal.” Vincent eased me off Fallon’s lap and pressed his mouth to mine as I straddled him.
I melted against him, twisting my fingers in his hair as a wave of the drug’s euphoria took me on a ride.
“God, fucking on this shit is going to be amazing,” Vincent growled against my lips while I fumbled with the button on his pants.
I giggled as Fallon reached down to help me with Vincent’s zipper.
“Teamwork,” he said as I laughed again.
His lips were at the base of my neck while Vincent’s moved along my collarbone.
“Who’s going to help you out of your pants?” I teased Fallon as we finally got Vincent’s pants off.
Fallon didn’t get a chance to answer because Vincent reached behind me and undid Fallon’s pants for him.
“We’re even,” Vincent panted, going back to kissing me as Fallon kicked out of his pants and boxers. He tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor behind him as Vincent did the same.
Then all of us were naked and in bed.