We’ve got that close friendship where we fart around one another and laugh. She doesn’t ever care about what I think. Never gets embarrassed.
She looks so cute right now, I could kiss her. But I don’t, because I can’t.Fuck me.
“If you're sure?”
“I’m sure.” I nod.
“Okay.” She takes her bags to the corner of the room, placing them on the chair. She takes a few things out and goes for one of the side tables.
My eyes widen, and my heart stops. “Not that drawer!” I shout, making her jump.
“What?” Her eyes bore into me, wild with shock. “Why?”
“Uhhh.” I rub the back of my neck, and this time it’s my turn to blush. “There’s stuff already in there. No room.” I laugh awkwardly.
Her lips curve into a knowing smile. “Emmett Walker! Is this where your sex toy stash is?”
“No,” I blurt, face heating even more.
“It is, isn't it!” she laughs, her face lighting up. “Can I see?”
I’m mortified right now, but that smile, that fucking laugh, there’s no way I could say no and take that away from her.
So I laugh again. “Sure. But fair warning.”
She giggles and opens the drawer.
“Holy shit.” She pulls out my nine-inch blue dildo with a knot at the end. “You take this in your ass?”
“No, it’s just for decoration,” I deadpan, but I’m dying on the inside.
“I’m impressed.” She nods, examining it. “Also, I feel pity for your poor ass. You're cruel.” She grins, and fuck, I can’t help but laugh.
“It looks intimidating now, but trust me when you’re in full-blown heat, all you want to feel is stuffed. The bigger the better.”
She swallows hard, nodding as she continues to look at the dildo before putting it back, and I curse myself for bringing up her heat.Idiot.
“Might have to send me a link so I can get one of my own,” she laughs, trying to play it off. But I see the fear in her eyes.Way to go, dumbass.
“Let’s get out of here.” I take her hand in mine, tugging her back into the main part of the cabin.
We put everything away and grab the fishing gear.
It’s a nice summer day, not too hot, not too cold. But I curse myself for not reminding her to put on sunscreen once we’re in the middle of the lake.
“And there it goes,” Lexi chuckles when I take my shirt off and toss it to the side of the boat.
“What?” I grin.
“You really do have your shirt off a lot.” She raises a brow, still smiling.
I grin wider, remembering her little jealous moment the other day.
“I do. I hate sweating and having my shirt cling to my body. It feels weird.”
“Tell me about it,” she sighs, pulling at the place on her dress that sits just under her breasts, airing them out. “Try having these on you while you’re at it. Underboob sweat sucks.”
I bite my lip, trying to keep myself from laughing. “Yeah, well, you don’t have balls. Ball sweat is probably worse.”
