Panic pulses through my chest, and I take one last-ditch effort to try and free myself, my fingers diving deep into my vag and blindly feeling around like fucking octopus tentacles, but it’s too high up, too deep, and my fingers don’t stand a chance.
I’m screwed. In every term of the phrase.
Then, as the pain and vibration become too much to bear, I release a heavy sigh. “Siri,” I call, hoping like fuck that my phone is still in the living room. “Call 911.”
12
HARPER-RAYN
What the actual fuck is my life?
I lie on the couch, my back half propped up against the armrest and my feet braced in the birthing position as tears well in my eyes. This isn’t the most comfortable position, and now the mix of the vibration and the pain of the awkwardly situated vibrator is doing nothing but causing me more unforgettable hell.
This goes far beyond any kind of pleasure. This is nothing but pure torture.
The minutes tick by as I wait for the paramedics to arrive, and when I finally hear them stomping across the front porch, the tiniest ray of relief pulses through my veins. That, and an extreme amount of embarrassment. I don’t doubt this will be the most interesting house call they’ll make all week.
I hear them at the door, trying the locked handle, but after telling the 911 dispatcher that I’m pretty much stuck, they’re leftwith no choice but to kick down the door. And not a moment later, I’m cringing as the door of my home splinters into a million pieces, the sound deafening.
“Over here,” I call out to the paramedics from my awkward position on the couch, my cheeks bright red, knowing that the moment they glance my way, they’ll get an eyeful of my overstimulated pussy.
“Harper?” A panicked tone comes from the door as two large men barge through, the splintered wood cracking beneath their feet. There’s something familiar in the tone, and I arch up, trying to peer over the back of the couch, only to find Ace and Diesel staring back at me.
“OH FUCK NO!” I panic as they race toward me, fear in their eyes. “DON’T COME ANY CLOSER.”
Too fucking late.
The two boofheads all but propel themselves over the back of the couch to get to me, their eyes just as wide as mine, and as they find me spread-eagle on the couch, my vag out for the world to see, humiliation floods me.
“Woah, girl. Put that shit away,” Diesel says, immediately whipping around to face the wall, suddenly finding it very interesting as I throw my hand between my thighs, desperately trying to cover my cooch, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.
“Yoooo,” Ace laughs, his brow arched, only pretending to turn around, but mostly still gawking. “You good, babe? There was a 911 call from here.”
“Oh my God,” I groan. “Now is not the best time for a house call. I’m gonna need the two of you to fuck right off and bleach your eyeballs until you forget you saw any of this.”
Ace whips back around, his gaze flicking from left to right. “Wait. What’s that noise?” he asks, searching for the sound.
Uhhh . . . shit.
Diesel turns around too, pointedly not looking at me as he starts to search, the two of them stealthily moving around the living room as though searching for a bomb, when Ace’s gaze lands on the empty vibrator box on the floor.
“Wait,” he says slowly, his gaze flicking from the box and then back to me, a deep suspicion in his tone as I hear the faint sound of the ambulance approaching from somewhere down the street. “What the fuck is going on here?”
“I’M THE SOUND, OKAY?” I blurt, the endless vibrations driving me insane. “It’s a vibrator and it’s . . . stuck.”
Ace doubles over in laughter as Diesel turns to look me over again, seeing me in a whole new light. “You’ve got a vibrator stuck . . .”
“In my cooch,” I finish for him. “I was having a little me time with this new vibrator that Izzy gave me, and I apparently should have read the instructions, because how the fuck was I supposed to know that it wasn’t meant for internal use?”
Diesel tries not to smirk as he grabs a throw blanket from across the room and drapes it over me. “I’m confused,” he says. “How the fuck does a vibrator get stuck?”
“I don’t know,” I groan. “But it’s still on, and it’s too much. You need to get this thing out of me. Please. It’s hurting, and it’s already made me come six times, and if it happens again, I think it might actually kill me.”
Ace stops laughing, his eyes flicking between me and Diesel. “Step aside,” he tells Diesel, pushing his sleeves up to his elbows as the sirens get louder in the distance. “Let the master work.”
Ace gets into position at the end of the couch, and as he starts to lean over and adjust the blanket to get a better view, Diesel shakes his head. “Fuck’s sake. The least you can do is sanitize your hands before you go fishing around inside her.”
Ace’s head snaps up from between my thighs. “Good point,” he says, getting back to his feet. “Hey, you know if Knight has oneof those headlights lying around here anywhere? Might come in handy while searching through the cavern.”
