She opened the box and pulled it out. The toy was purple and penis-shaped, with a funny-looking pointy piece that jutted out on one side. Scarlett pressed the button, and it vibrated wickedly in her hand, which only made her laugh harder. The second box held a bottle of lube.
When she was done laughing, she undressed and got under the covers. Lying on her back, she took the vibrator in hand and started to explore. It was cold at first, but the lube created a nice slickness. She pressed a button, and her eyes opened wide as the shorter piece hit her clit. The sensation as it vibrated was like nothing she’d ever experienced.
An idea struck her. Pausing her exploration, she grabbed Brayden’s hoodie off the nightstand, put it on her pillow, and lay down again, closing her eyes.
Alone in her room, with Brayden’s fresh cedar scent surrounding her, she pretended he hadn’t rejected her earlier or said good night at her door. He’d followed her into the room, joined her on the bed, and kissed her.
She pulled him onto her and undressed him, surprising them both. He slid into her, and Scarlett pictured his cock moving inside as she moved the vibrator, gasping when it grazed her sensitive clit. Then he picked up the pace, burying himself in her, and a wave of something completely new arose within. A deep heat pulsed as she pleasured herself, and her clit throbbed from the stimulation.
Brayden over her.
Inside her.
Losing himself with her.
Ahhhh.
Scarlett’s hips jerked as a burst of pleasure flooded her body. She gripped Brayden’s sweater with her free hand as she came for the first time. While she lay there in the afterglow, happiness radiated through her. Her life was pretty fucked up, but at least this one thing was going right. She’d finally had her first orgasm.
CHAPTER
THIRTEEN
The next morning Scarlett stared at the thick fog outside her window. Brayden was probably outside doing drills. Would their paths cross today? They’d never have enough time together, but especially not on this short visit.
Forcing herself out of bed, she pulled on a black camisole, a sweater, and a pair of black pants—without underwear, because she had none. She’d just finished dressing when there was a knock at the door.
Scarlett opened it to find her smiling grandmother standing with the help of a cane. Next to her, Flora stood holding a tray with a pot of tea, fresh fruit, and toast.
“Oh, good. You’re awake.” Manon’s hair was in its typical neat bun, and she was wearing a purple velvet dress.
“Good morning.” Scarlett stepped aside for them to enter.
“Morning.” Flora set the tray down on a small table between two armchairs.
“Thank you, Flora,” said Scarlett. “You seem to be here every time we need help. Do you live here in the castle?”
“Yes, I do,” Flora answered cheerily. “It’s quite a good gig. Five days on, two days off, and I never have to worry about buying milk.”
“I appreciated your help yesterday. I’m not sure I thanked you properly for the bath. I was so tired. I’m not sure bathing people is part of your job description, is it?” Manon sounded apologetic.
Flora waved a hand in dismissal. “Don’t worry yourself. You’d been through it, and I was happy to help. I hope someone would help my granny if she were in a state and far from home.”
“You’re very gracious,” said Scarlett.
“No bother. Anyway, I’d best get on with it. Enjoy your breakfast.”
“How are you?” asked Manon once Flora had gone.
“Much better after a good night’s sleep. I need to find somewhere to buy underwear and pajamas. Beni forgot those two essentials.”
Manon chuckled as she used the cane to hobble toward the fireplace. “He didn’t pack any socks for me, bless him. We’ll sort that out today. Not to worry. They’ve got wonderful boutiques here. I’ll pick up some pajamas and maybe get you a couple of extra dresses.”
“That would be great. Thanks.Youlook well. I can’t believe you’re out of the wheelchair already. Energy healing is incredible.”
“It’s great to be walking, although I’ll admit I’m not one hundred percent. It doesn’t work as well when you’re old.” Manon lowered herself into an armchair. “But still, no wheelchair is a definite win.”
“It’s criminal that the healing they have here is unavailable in Soleil. Think of the lives that could be saved.”
