prize,
though.”
He groans, letting his head fall forward. “Please
tell me it’s not one of those supersonic clit flicker things.”
“What one of those what? And how the hell do you
know anything about female sex toys?” I back away, looking into his guilty
face.
“I don’t!” He shakes his head frantically. “I’ve
just heard.”
“Heard what? From who?”
“Stuff,” he rubs the back of his neck, “and, um,
Sawyer.”
“If you want me to believe you, lose the um next
time. It’s okay, I don’t need to know.” I grab his hand and open the door. “Let’s
just go home. It’s been a long night.”
“You didn’t, though, right?” He lifts our linked
hands and kisses mine, then opens my car door for me. “Try any whizzing,
flicking things?”
I look up at him from the seat and give him the stink
eye, so he hurriedly shuts the door and climbs in his side. “No,” I speak up as
we pull out of the driveway, “I didn’t sample masturbatory items in a
stranger’s bathroom. And I’m wondering if you hit your head while I was gone,
since you even had to ask.”
“Thank God,” he mumbles, finding my hand once again
and squeezing. “Those toys aren’t fair to guys.”
“How so?” I ask, curious as to exactly where he’s
going with this.
“Theyset us up for failure.
My tongue and fingers will never be able to move as fast as a couple AA
batteries. If you get used to that, I’ll pale in comparison.”
I can’t help laughing; my eyes actually watering.
“Good to know. I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Seriously, baby, it’d be like me sticking a vacuum
hose on my dick, right?”
“I’m starting to think you really did have this
conversation with Sawyer. That’s something he’d say.”
“It was, and for once, I agreed with him. So we’re
agreed, no flickers for you and no vacuums for me.”
I wipe the tears out of my eyes and agree, but just
can’t resist the idea that hits me as we drive. Waiting until we pull in his
garage, I decide to have some fun. “Yeah, no flickers for me tonight.” I feign
a casual yawn, getting out and walking to the door. “I did try on some chastity
belt thing, though, and we couldn’t find the key. I’m locked up; no telling how
long it will take Kiki to find it.”
“Laney?” he asks worriedly, trying to catch up
since I’d just walked in the house nonchalantly. “Baby? Baby, you’re kidding
right? Those things don’t really exist, do they, Laney?”
“Don’t worry, babe, I brought you home a buddy for
you!” I call behind me on my way to the bedroom.
Sawyer told him my ass…that’ll teach him to bring
up his past to me.
Chapter 8
~Dane~
G arage sales…where to begin. Laney has
exactly $210 with her, and with that small amount, she plans to outfit her
duplex in decent furniture. I call bullshit, no way is she pulling that off;
she said “watch me.” One thing we’ve both agreed on, thank God, is no used
mattresses. That’s just disgusting.
At the first sale, I get out of her truck and
tentatively follow her up the driveway. A garage sale virgin, I’m simply
following her lead. I stand behind her and try not to interfere or laugh as
she haggles with an old man over a kitchen table and chairs. It’s like watching
a professional auction, the two of them going back and forth so fast all you
hear is “haynanamanababa.”
I certainly didn’t hear them reach an agreement,
but they shake hands and Laney rips the $60 price tag off the table and hands
it, along with $25 in cash, to him, grinning from ear to ear.
“Grab that side,” she tells me as she lifts her
own, and soon, the four chairs are also loaded and we’re on our way. I just
stare over at her in amazement, my sassy girl driving her pickup truck,
seemingly unimpressed with her own keen negotiation skills. I think it’s hot as
hell and I can’t decide which I want to do more—demand she pull over and attack
her or offer her a job.
“You talked him down
though.”
He groans, letting his head fall forward. “Please
tell me it’s not one of those supersonic clit flicker things.”
“What one of those what? And how the hell do you
know anything about female sex toys?” I back away, looking into his guilty
face.
“I don’t!” He shakes his head frantically. “I’ve
just heard.”
“Heard what? From who?”
“Stuff,” he rubs the back of his neck, “and, um,
Sawyer.”
“If you want me to believe you, lose the um next
time. It’s okay, I don’t need to know.” I grab his hand and open the door. “Let’s
just go home. It’s been a long night.”
“You didn’t, though, right?” He lifts our linked
hands and kisses mine, then opens my car door for me. “Try any whizzing,
flicking things?”
I look up at him from the seat and give him the stink
eye, so he hurriedly shuts the door and climbs in his side. “No,” I speak up as
we pull out of the driveway, “I didn’t sample masturbatory items in a
stranger’s bathroom. And I’m wondering if you hit your head while I was gone,
since you even had to ask.”
“Thank God,” he mumbles, finding my hand once again
and squeezing. “Those toys aren’t fair to guys.”
“How so?” I ask, curious as to exactly where he’s
going with this.
“Theyset us up for failure.
My tongue and fingers will never be able to move as fast as a couple AA
batteries. If you get used to that, I’ll pale in comparison.”
I can’t help laughing; my eyes actually watering.
“Good to know. I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Seriously, baby, it’d be like me sticking a vacuum
hose on my dick, right?”
“I’m starting to think you really did have this
conversation with Sawyer. That’s something he’d say.”
“It was, and for once, I agreed with him. So we’re
agreed, no flickers for you and no vacuums for me.”
I wipe the tears out of my eyes and agree, but just
can’t resist the idea that hits me as we drive. Waiting until we pull in his
garage, I decide to have some fun. “Yeah, no flickers for me tonight.” I feign
a casual yawn, getting out and walking to the door. “I did try on some chastity
belt thing, though, and we couldn’t find the key. I’m locked up; no telling how
long it will take Kiki to find it.”
“Laney?” he asks worriedly, trying to catch up
since I’d just walked in the house nonchalantly. “Baby? Baby, you’re kidding
right? Those things don’t really exist, do they, Laney?”
“Don’t worry, babe, I brought you home a buddy for
you!” I call behind me on my way to the bedroom.
Sawyer told him my ass…that’ll teach him to bring
up his past to me.
Chapter 8
~Dane~
G arage sales…where to begin. Laney has
exactly $210 with her, and with that small amount, she plans to outfit her
duplex in decent furniture. I call bullshit, no way is she pulling that off;
she said “watch me.” One thing we’ve both agreed on, thank God, is no used
mattresses. That’s just disgusting.
At the first sale, I get out of her truck and
tentatively follow her up the driveway. A garage sale virgin, I’m simply
following her lead. I stand behind her and try not to interfere or laugh as
she haggles with an old man over a kitchen table and chairs. It’s like watching
a professional auction, the two of them going back and forth so fast all you
hear is “haynanamanababa.”
I certainly didn’t hear them reach an agreement,
but they shake hands and Laney rips the $60 price tag off the table and hands
it, along with $25 in cash, to him, grinning from ear to ear.
“Grab that side,” she tells me as she lifts her
own, and soon, the four chairs are also loaded and we’re on our way. I just
stare over at her in amazement, my sassy girl driving her pickup truck,
seemingly unimpressed with her own keen negotiation skills. I think it’s hot as
hell and I can’t decide which I want to do more—demand she pull over and attack
her or offer her a job.
“You talked him down
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