“Uh-huh. You had that little,oh, I’m cute and beautiful and awkward, and I’ve got pretty tittiesroutine down pat. Bet it works every time.”
Playing along, I own it. “On men, women, and the occasional nonbinary person. I mean, I bagged country music stary Mackenzie Nash. I suppose it does work pretty well.”
She narrows her eyes at me, tightening the other strap.
“And…wait. Is that a pink sparkle dildo?” I ask.
“It’s your favorite color,” she answers, popping her brows.
Cupping her face, I kiss her, reminding myself to stay in the moment.
“Your fake dick is poking me.”
“I can take it off.”
I run my fingers up and down the silicone. “Not when you’ve already gone to the trouble of putting it on.”
“We can also get a different one, one you choose. I just…I saw this, and I got excited.”
“Looks good to me.”
Grinning, I use it to tug us back toward the bed.
She grabs the lube from the side table and strokes herself. I finally take off my clothes and center myself in the middle of the bed, spreading my legs. Her eyes glaze over as she crawls in between my thighs.
“You are the perfect mix of soft and curvy and gorgeous,” she says, kissing me, running the slicked-up dildo along my pussy.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I respond, running my fingers along her tattoos.
We kiss and make out for a while, and she plays with me, carefully nudging me with the dildo before rubbing me on the outside, then dipping back in again. Finally, she gets me to the point where I am going crazy with want, and she angles it just right, slowly but surely pushing inside me.
I love the intrusion, the feeling of being filled so perfectly. This particular dildo isn’t meant to look like a cock. Rather, it’s created for female pleasure, and whoever created this knew what they were doing.
Thumbing my clit, she strokes in and out in a slow, steady build while plucking my nipples with her free hand. I sneak my fingers behind the strap-on and realize she’s got a little something inside her, and it’s buzzing.
“Hey, I don’t have a buzzy side.”
She winks. “You sure about that?” she asks, reaching between us to hit a switch.
I arch off the bed immediately, the vibrations intense and perfect. Using her thumb, Mac swirls my clit while continuing to thrust. The combination of the buzzing, being filled, and her thumb on my clit is everything. Suddenly, the build isn’t slow anymore. It’s a rocket ship going straight up, and I come hard, crossing my legs behind her back as she tunnels in and out of me.
Shouting, she goes over with me. I’m overstimulated, but the pleasure of seeing her come turns my focus. God, to see her like this. I know I make her happy. I know she’s happy here. I know no one else has seen her quite like this.
And I know I’m in love with her. It’s only been weeks, but I know all the signs. I love her, but I don’t fully trust her emotions, and I don’t know how to stop catastrophizing when I’ve got her in my arms like this.
Chapter13
Mac
“What the hell is this?”Kinley asks, staring at the gigantic tour bus backing into her driveway.
“My tour bus has been parked at the amphitheater since that day, and my driver’s taking it back tonight. I want to grab a few instruments before he does.”
Al opens the storage bays under the bus, and Kinley bends down to get a look. I cup her ass, laughing at her little squeak. She stands and smacks me in the arm, knocking me a little off balance. I catch myself, but not before wobbling like a newborn deer.
“Shit, I’m sorry!” she squeaks out, horrified.
I drag her in for a quick kiss. “I’m good.”
