Smash_ A Stepbrother MMA Romance(88)

I wanted to fuck my stepsister’s tight pussy roughly over and over, again and again.

The orgasm hit me hard and I came thinking about Becca’s body sweating underneath mine, writhing in pleasure as I filled her.

“Fuck,” I grunted softly. I grabbed a blanket and cleaned up the mess. “Look what you do to me,” I mumbled.

I really didn’t have time to be jerking off, but it wasn’t like I could take it back. She was such a distraction, a sweet fucking sexy distraction, but one I couldn’t afford. Not until I was free of Thom and the rest of those thugs.

I pulled my clothes back on and climbed out of the van, checking my watch. I could still be on time if I hurried. I grabbed the paper-wrapped package and slammed the door shut before setting off.

The meeting place wasn’t far, another mile or two. I had made this hike many, many times over the past few years, and never once because I actually wanted to. The old nervousness never went away.

I knew what kind of guys I was involved with. I knew the stakes, had seen them firsthand. Shit, I was knee deep in the fucking stakes.

They were bad people. That was putting it simply. But when my mom got sick, I had to figure out a way to make extra money. Rock climbing wasn’t going to do it. Even if I won every single contest on the West Coast, I’d still barely be able to make a dent on her medical bills.

Thom gave me an opportunity to provide for her. I hated what I had to do, but it was the best money around. I happened to have the knowledge and the skills required, and his employers paid very, very well.

That is, they paid very well unless you fell down a ditch and lost their supply. Then you’d be in debt to them, working twice as much to pay it off.

I crested the rise and saw Thom’s car parked in the small clearing up ahead. I clenched my jaw and resolved myself. Just another drop-off

, I thought. I’ve done this plenty of times

.

As I moved down the hill and through the trees, I saw Thom and another guy I didn’t recognize climb out of the car. I moved slowly into the clearing, looking at them warily. Thom waved, looking friendly enough, but the stranger’s expression remained blank.

He was about my height, around six three, and muscular. His neck was thick and covered in tattoos. I knew instantly what kind of man he was, and wondered why the fuck Thom would need to bring him to a simple exchange.

“Hey, Climber,” Thom called.

“Thom. Who’s your friend?”

Thom’s face fell for a second as he glanced at the man. “Climber, this is Jacques.”

The man nodded. “Call me Jay,” he said, his French Canadian accent thick.

“Okay, Jay. I’m Reid. Some people call me Climber.”

He didn’t respond.

“Jay is taking over some distribution down in this area,” Thom said, looking uncomfortable.

“Am I going to be dealing with him now?”

“No, still me. He just wanted to come along and see how this worked.”

I looked at him. His dark brown eyes gazed back at me almost lazily. His heavy leather jacket could have easily concealed a gun, and he made me incredibly uneasy. I guessed he probably had that effect on most people, and cultivated it.

“This is pretty much it,” I said, holding the package out.

Thom took it and tore the paper open. “Climber is our best mule.”

“Don’t call me a fucking mule.”

Jay looked at me curiously. “Is that not what you are?”

“I may be running shit for you guys across the border, but I’m not a mule.” Thom opened the box and began to sort through the bottles, making sure everything was there. “Plus,” I continued, “I’m out as soon as we’re square.”

“As soon as we’re square,” Jay repeated.

“He lost a package. Now he’s paying that off,” Thom cut in.

“Lost a package. I thought he was the best?”

“Accidents happen.” Thom gave me a look.

I stared at Jay. “Almost died that day. I’m making it right.”

He looked back at me, his eyes flat. He didn’t respond and I felt a chill run down my spine.

Thom finished going through the pills. “It’s all here. Vicodin, Percocet, OxyContin, even some Demerol. Only the finest prescription pain meds Canada has to offer.”

Jay motioned for the package and Thom handed it over.

“Am I done here?” I asked.

“Almost,” Jay said. He began to go through the pills while Thom watched, looking uncomfortable.

In all the time I had worked with Thom, I had never seen him look so anxious. We had people come on drops with us before, but Jay was clearly someone different, someone important.

Someone dangerous.

“All good,” he grunted, handing the package back to Thom.