I give him a hard stare, but all he can do is smirk as he struts off toward the kitchen to wash his hands, and the moment he’s out of sight, I turn my attention on Diesel. “Please don’t let him put his fingers inside me. He’ll never let me live it down.”
Diesel scoffs. “You’re already fucked, girl. Just the vision of you lying on the couch with your cunt out and the sound of the vibration in the air is enough to ensure a lifetime of relentless teasing.”
“Fuck,” I mutter as the vibration starts to really get under my skin. “How did you even know to come?”
“911 operator flagged the address,” Diesel explains just as the ambulance pulls up outside, its flashing lights shining through the living room window. “Knight was notified about the call, but he had been called back to the scene, so he asked us to come and check it out as we were only minutes away. He was already on his way, should be here soon, but if he knew this is what we’d be walking into, he never would have asked us to come.”
“Yeah, I get—oh fuck.” My eyes widen in horror as the vibration brings on another orgasm, and as my whole body begins to tremble and my eyes roll in the back of my head, Diesel discreetly turns around again. “No, no, no. This isn’t happening.”
I try to pull the throw blanket over my head, but in doing that, I expose my cooch again, and despite wanting nothing more than to dig a hole and bury myself, I have no choice but to see this through.
The orgasm is excruciating, my body unable to handle it anymore. Tears spring from my eyes as a pained groan rumbles through my chest until it finally fades away, leaving me gasping for air.
The paramedics finally arrive, striding through the door just as Ace returns from the kitchen, a headlight strapped to his forehead and a pair of latex gloves on each hand. “The doctor is in the building,” he announces before holding up a pair of kitchen tongs.
“Oh my God. I’m going to fucking kill him,” I mutter, giving Ace a hard stare. “What do you think this is? I’m not a Thanksgiving turkey that needs to be stuffed.”
“Ahh, but you are. Only I’m trying to unstuff you.”
“Okay, Doctor,” the paramedics say, taking one look at the situation and taking charge. “Put the tongs down. I think we can take it from here.”
“You sure?” Ace questions, snapping the tongs. “I’m a highly trained SWAT officer. I’ve never met a damsel I couldn’t help.”
“Certain.” The paramedics stride over and take a quick look, and as the intense vibration makes itself known, the guy between my thighs glances up at me. “Still on?”
“Uh-huh.”
He offers me an encouraging smile. “Believe it or not, this isn’t the first vibrator incident we’ve attended tonight,” he tells me. “Now, what seems to be the issue? Is it stuck?”
I explain exactly what happened, and just as he starts rifling through his first-aid kit, Knight barges through the nonexistent door, his eyes wide with panic as if searching for the threat.
His sharp gaze lands on me first, scanning over my face in fear, and I can only imagine what he sees. The embarrassment in my eyes, the tears on my face, my pink cheeks, and the overwhelming exhaustion that cloaks me from head to toe.
His brows pinch, and in a flash, he assesses the rest of the room, taking in the two paramedics, his best friends, and then last but not least, my legs up in the air. “The fuck is going on in here?” he demands, striding through the living room before pointing toward his friends. “You two. Out.”
They don’t dare question him. Diesel strides straight out the front door, looking more than happy to have Knight take charge, because let’s face it, while the paramedics were more than ready to rein in Ace, in Knight’s absence, Diesel is the one who calls the shots.
Ace follows along, pressing the tongs into Knight’s chest. “Trust me, you’re gonna need these,” he tells him before disappearing out onto the front porch with Diesel.
With the boys gone, Knight races in, dropping down beside the couch, placing the tongs on the floor beside us. “Fuck, doll. What’s wrong?” he asks, taking my hand, clearly seeing the pain I’m in. “I’m sorry I sent the guys. If I knew this was some kind of . . . intimate problem, I never would have—wait. What’s that buzzing sound?”
I groan and tighten my grip on his hand. “I got a—OH FUCK!”
My body begins to violently spasm as another intense orgasm starts pulsing through me, and I cry out as more tears begin to fill my eyes.
Knight stares at me in horror. “Are you—”
“COMING!” I groan, my other hand clutching onto the couch cushion, my nails digging into the fabric. “Please. Make it stop. GET IT OUT OF ME!”
“The fuck?” Knight grunts. “Get what out of you?”
“THE VIBRATOR! IT’S STUCK!”
His eyes widen again, sweeping down my body and letting all the pieces of the puzzle fall into place. The tongs. The buzzing sound. My legs in the air. The paramedic halfway between my open thighs. And he suddenly gets it.
“Oh fuck no,” he mutters, glaring daggers at the two paramedics. “OUT!”
“But—”
