My eyes dipped down below his belt, analyzing every inch of his thick cock that could be seen through his jeans. Nervously, I gulped, slowly bringing my gaze up to the man holding the gun, wondering how hard the shooter in his pants fired. I don’t know why, but just thinking about Clash’s cock had my heart and pussy thumping to the same erratic beat.
What the hell was wrong with me?
A sexy smirk slid across Clash’s face, and he slowly dropped the gun.
“Keep staring at me like that, baby girl, and I’m going to show you just how big I really am.”
I gulped.Jesus.
Snyder shot me a look, noticing the out-of-control blush taking over my cheeks.
“What do you want, Clash?” Snyder growled, obviously annoyed by the situation.
“Hmm,” Clash hummed, using the gun to scratch his head. “For starters, a blow job.” His eyes shimmered with need as he met my gaze, making my cheeks burn even more.
“Fuck you!” Snyder growled.
“Listen, Snyder. I don’t think you’re in any position to argue right now. Sabbath sent me up here to scout out the area, check in on you two, and make sure you weren’t followed last night.
He checked his watch. “He said he’d be up here around ten… it’s 9:30, just enough time to get a little head before he gets here, don’t you think?”
“You’re not touching her,” Snyder barked possessively, pushing me behind him.
“Then we have a bit of a dilemma, don’t we, Snydie? Because the way I see it, you’re tying my hands right now. I should put a bullet in your head for touching Shasta… or…”
He smiled evilly, staring at my tits and pussy again.
“No. That’s not happening.” Snyder was getting angrier by the second, but he hadn’t moved, not while Clash still had the gun pointing at him.
Clash shrugged before pulling out his phone. “Okay then. I’ll just call Sabbath and let him know what I found here. I’m sure that thirty-minute window we have will be cut in half the second he hears about the state ofundressyou’re in.”
“Wait!” I cried out the second the phone began to ring. “I’ll do it,” I followed with a whisper.
“Shasta, no. You don’t have to do this. He’s blackmailing you.”
“It’s okay, Snyder. If it keeps us both alive, I’ll do whatever he wants.”
Sabbath picked up the call on the second ring. “Clash? What the fuck? You know better than to call me. What if those fuckers are tracing your location?”
Sabbath sounded paranoid.
He never gets paranoid.
Clash put the phone to his ear and grinned. “I just wanted to call and inform you about what I found when I got here.” Clash toyed with the gun, continuing to point it at Snyder, who was refusing to back down.
“What the fuck do you mean, what you found?” It was almost like you could hear the anger vibrating through the receiver.
He was two seconds away from telling him, and my anxiety was riding to new heights. If he told Sabbath, I didn’t know what would happen to me or Snyder. I would never forgive myself if something happened to him. Snyder made me feel safe, and the thought of losing that comfort had me questioning all my values. Right now, I valued both of our lives. It was just a blow job… I could do those with my eyes closed. And maybe in this case… I should.
Clash grabbed the front of his pants, then pointed down.
Reluctantly, I moved forward, dropping to my knees in front of him.
Clash threw Snyder a condescending look and winked. “I just wanted to call and tell you that everything checks out here. No one followed them.”
“You called just to tell me that?”
“Yeah… figured it would help ease some of your worry. You still planning on heading down here?”