“Holy shit.” Coop makes a show of scanning the store. “There are dildos as far as the eye can see.”
“Welcome to Extreme Pleasures.” The greeting comes from our left and I turn to find a tall blonde in a barely-there leather skirt. There’s a whip in her hand and she runs her fingers lovingly down its length before placing it on a hook jutting out from the wall. “What can I help you find today?”
“Um…” I don’t have a clue what I’m looking for. Hell, aside from the Bunny of Love, I don’t even know what’s in Sutton’s pleasure chest.
As if reading my mind, Coop snorts and the saleswoman turns her attention to him, a coy smile curving her pouty lips.
“Hey, Cooper.”
He straightens, his laughter dissipating. “Hey.”
“I’ll let you guys have a look around.” And is it my imagination or is she making sex eyes at my roommate? I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s impossible to go anywhere in this town without running into one of his conquests. “Just give me a holler if you need anything.”
The saleswoman winks and returns to unpacking the box at her feet.
“Do you know her?” I ask quietly.
Coop shrugs. “Maybe.”
“For fuck’s sake, have you really slept with so many women you can’t remember them all?”
“It could be worse.” He slings an arm around my shoulders. “I could have a drinking problem.”
I shrug him off and approach a display table with twenty dicks—give or take—displayed on it. There are a variety of shapes and colors, some big, some small, but damn. How are you even supposed to choose?
Coop joins me and picks up a blue dildo that looks like a fucking tentacle with nobs and ridges all over it. “You know what they say.” He smirks and waves the dildo in my face because he’s a twelve-year-old, trapped in a twenty-one-year-old body. “Variety is the spice of life, baby.”
“I’ll remember that when your birthday rolls around.” I swat the tentacle away. “Would you quick fucking around? You’re going to get us kicked out.”
He heaves a long-suffering sigh. “Relax, Mom. We aren’t going to get kicked out.”
“Only because you banged the saleswoman.”
“We don’t know that for certain.” He puts the dildo back on the table with an appreciative grin. “So what are we shopping for?”
“No clue.” I don’t have the first idea what would make a suitable gift for Sutton, but after listening to a few of her audiobooks—which are proving quite informative—I’m determined to spice things up in the bedroom.
Can’t have her getting bored when things are going so well.
Or worse, finding a new hookup while I’m away.
Just the thought of another man touching her has my pulse thrumming.
“At least tell me who the lucky lady is.” Coop rubs his palms together like an old school movie villain. “The suspense is killing me.”
“Then you’d better start working on your epitaph, because there’s no way I’m answering that question.” I shoot him a bland look. “No offense, but I don’t need my business getting around the locker room.”
“Dude.” He plants his hands on his hips, feigning indignation. “Give me some credit. I know how to keep a fucking secret.”
True, but… Tension gathers between my shoulder blades. There’s no way I’m getting out of this store without evading dozens of prying questions.
So handle your business.
I pick up a silver rod labeled urethral sound and quickly return it to the display. No way am I shoving a metal rod into my cock. I’m not looking for that much adventure.
“If you don’t know what you’re looking for,” Coop asks, eyeing a sex swing, “how the hell do you expect to find it?”
“I’ll know it when I see it.”
