I’ll tell him about this when the time is right, but for now, all I can do is smile through the fear. “Yeah. Dr. Preston has been amazing,” I tell him. “How’s work? When will you be home? I was thinking we could head out for dinner. Maybe I’d even let you screw me in the restaurant bathroom.”
Knight laughs. “You read my fucking mind.”
11
HARPER-RAYN
Izzy grins at me as she welcomes herself into my home with Laith hot on her heels. “Well, if it isn’t my favorite sex-crazed lunatic,” she says, stopping to give me a tight hug as Laith walks straight by us to drop onto the couch and watch the game.
“Seriously?” I ask Izzy. She knows how I feel about the crazy jokes. They hit way too close to home.
“What?” she says, her grin widening. “You know I’m just as messed up in the head as you are. Only difference is that I don’t have a six-foot-four sexy SWAT daddy to force me to get better. Though I have to be honest, I’m really fucking pissed off that you were having hot stalker sex in clubs and having this guy tie you up, and you didn’t even think to ask me if I wanted a piece of the pie.”
“Shit. And they say something is wrong with my wiring.”
“Can you blame a girl?” she asks, moving through the house and dropping beside Laith on the couch. “Do you have anyidea how hard it’s becoming to avoid jumping on Ace’s and Diesel’s dicks? They’re persistent, and I could use a distraction, otherwise it’s gonna be on, and I have too much shit going on to get distracted by men like that. A good sexual hallucination is exactly what I need to curb the hunger.”
“Ahhhh, well, unfortunately for you,” I say, falling on Laith’s other side, “my brand of crazy isn’t over-the-counter. You’re gonna need a prescription for this shit. Though I highly recommend it. Crazy hallucination sex is some of the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“Damn.”
Laith sputters and gapes at me. “Your fake phantom sex better not rank higher on the fuckable scale than me.”
A cringe cuts across my face, and I shrug with guilt. “What can I say? When you make up a guy in your head, his dick is basically going to be the biggest thing you’ve ever seen. Apart from Knight’s, of course. That thing is a beast, but nothing beats his tongue game.”
Laith turns his attention back to the game. “I hate you.”
I grin, but before I can respond, Izzy gasps, her eyes going wide. “Oh shit. I nearly forgot,” she says, reaching down and grabbing her bag from the floor. She rummages through it before tossing me a gift-wrapped box. “I got you something.”
My brows pinch, and as I start unwrapping the present, Izzy gets up and wanders over to the kitchen before finding the bottle of wine I’d stashed in the fridge earlier. Just as she’s making her way back with champagne flutes dangling from her fingers, I finally manage to break through Izzy’s terrible gift-wrapping skills, revealing a red box within.
“What the hell is this?” I ask, looking over the discreet red box that gives absolutely nothing away.
“Brand-new to the market,” Izzy tells me as she pours the wine into three glasses. “I got one last week, and it blew my mind.I know you’re in your Knight era and don’t particularly have an overwhelming need for such things right now, but I couldn’t resist grabbing one for you.”
What in the sweet baby Jesus is she talking about?
The overwhelming curiosity gets the best of me as I break open the packaging, and as I lift the lid to reveal the sleek red vibrator within, I can’t help the laugh that bubbles up my throat. “Holy shit,” I howl, pulling the vibrator out of the box and immediately playing with the settings to get a feel for its power, and shit. I can already tell this bad boy is going to become the top contender of friends that live in my bedside drawer.
“Right?” Izzy says with a wild grin. “If every woman across the globe used one of these all at the same time, we could cause a tsunami.”
Laith scoffs. “Oh please. It couldn’t be that good.”
“No vagina. No opinion,” Izzy tells him, but she’s right. Unless he has a clit and has ever felt the power of one of these vibrators physically sucking your soul right out of your body, he will never understand the undeniable satisfaction that these vibrators can bring. Though I’m more than happy to offer a quick lesson.
“Here,” I say, grabbing his hand and turning it over to find his palm. “Imagine this on the most sensitive part of your body.” His brows furrow, and I press the suction part of the vibrator right against the pad of his pointer finger, letting him get a feel for not only the vibration but the way it sucks, giving so much more than any human experience could possibly offer.
Laith’s brow arches, and after sleeping with him for the better part of three years, I recognize the intrigue in his eyes. “Well, shit.”
I narrow my gaze, suspicion thick in the air. “Tell me you’re not actually thinking about buying one of these and experimenting.”
Laith smirks. “I mean, can you blame me?”
I roll my eyes with exasperation. He has a point, and while I haven’t particularly looked into it, I’m sure there are toys like this specifically designed for the male anatomy. Though when it comes to Laith, he’s a little vanilla, and if he actually had one sitting in a drawer at home, I don’t think he’d actually use it. Even if it was just him and his hand.
“Damn. Turn it off,” Izzy says, blowing out her cheeks. “Just the sound of it is bringing flashbacks of what I did last night. If you’re not careful, I’m going to end up assaulting the armrest of your couch, and I can guarantee that it won’t be pretty.”
A laugh rumbles through my chest, and I hastily turn off the vibrator, knowing that any warning given by my best friend, whether big or small, shouldn’t be taken lightly. If this girl says she’s at risk of dry-humping my couch, then I’d better lay down some blankets.
