“Even the one in town that gets lit at the beginning of the month?”
“Especially that one. I think I’d like to see if it’s any better than the one we have here.”
“It is.”
“You’re going to have to prove it,” I say in a sultry tone without meaning to.
“I just might soon. Whenever I’m brave enough to walk further than the sidewalk here.”
“You’ll get there. You’ve done it all before. There’s just a small hurdle to get over now is all, and you’re already doing so well getting over it when it comes to everything inside.”
“Yeah.” A smile cracks his face. “All thanks to you.”
“No, Honey. All thanks to you. I’m only here for all the movies I’d never watch on my own. Oh, and the tree you’re going to show me.”
His cheeks pinken. “And the tree I’m going to show you.”
He stops asking me to read the labels when he gets to the last box. He shakes it first and lifts a brow. “Sounds small for such a big package.”
“Open her up and let’s see why it needed so much room.”
He laughs, tearing open the top and his hand freezes once inside. Brows pushing together, he shakes off the paper and themetal between his fingers sparkles under the light. “It feels like metal.”
“It is. Lift it higher.”
His hand moves away from the box with the object in hand, and my throat goes dry once I’m able to get a better look. “Maybe we shouldn’t have skipped the label.”
“What is it?” His voice shakes as he slides his fingers between the small openings. Him touching it is only increasing the blood flow in my cock.
“I kind of don’t want to say in case it was delivered to the wrong house by mistake or . . .”
“Or?” He looks confused.
“Or this isn’t exactly something you’re ready to tell a guy you barely know about.”
“Twenty-one calls hardly makes us strangers. Not sure my sister and I have even had that many between us yet, and we grew up together.”
“It’s . . . I don’t know if I should just come out and say it or—”
“Just say it.The suspense is killing me.” He shifts on the couch, knees bouncing a little.
“It’s . . .” I take a breath, scratching my head.
“For crying out loud, Raf. Tell me before I assume it’s a ticking time bomb and toss it out the window.”
“You definitely don’t want to do that if you have any neighbors close by,” I say sheepishly.
“And why not? Hmm . . . because if I did, they would see a . . .” He tilts his head, waiting for me to finish the sentence.
“A cock cage,” I say, squeezing my knee.
I swear all the blood rushes out of his face, and he looks toward his hand, eyes as big as saucers. “Did you say a . . . a cock cage?”
“Yes. A metal cock cage. Looks expensive too,” I say, trying to lighten the mood a little.
The item slips from his fingers, crashing to the floor.
“I take it you weren’t expecting it.”
