He shakes his head. “No . . . not at all. Has to be meant for someone else.”
“Want to lift the box for me? Then we can know for sure who it was supposed to go to.”
He nods, lips pressed tightly together, and with shaking hands, he lifts the box.
“It says your name.” And address. I can read it as clear as day now. Fuck. No. No. No. I know his address. I’ll remember it when I’m sleeping too. I remember everything. I didn’t even think about it when I offered to help him sort through his mail. That happens with him sometimes. All my comprehension and reasoning goes straight out the window.
“That can’t be right. Who’s the sender?”
“It came from Amazon. It has the shop name. Someone ordered it straight from there.”
His nose flares. “Travis would use my account sometimes and pay with his card. He wanted free shipping.”
Anger boils inside me. “You think he ordered this for you before the breakup and forgot?”
“Not for me.” His voice goes quiet and his eyes point down at his shuffling hands. “For him. The guy who’s more exciting and fun in bed. He’d never get something like that for me.”
“Oh, Honey. Screw that asshole and his stupid cock cage. He may think he’ll find happiness with this new guy, but I give it two more weeks before he’s bored with him too.”
“Maybe.” He scoots back, knees knocking together. “I guess I better text him that I have it so he can get it to the right person.”
“Or throw it in the trash, and if he asks, act like you don’t know what he’s talking about. Serves him right for ordering his new boyfriend gifts using your account. The hell with both of them.”
His shoulders lift, jaw twitching. “You’re right. They can think it got lost in the mail. It’s not like he’d ever know the difference. It’s happened before.”
“And as long as he keeps using your account, his shit can keep vanishing.”
“Or . . . I can make sure he’s never able to use it again. Want to help me change the password and order a few things for myself using his credit card before I take it off my account?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely. And then I get to pick the movie this time.”
“You already have one in mind?”
“Do cock cages have keys?”
He laughs, lifting a set from the box. “It appears they do.”
“Then you have your answer.”
“Will I be able to guess what it is?”
“We’ll see after we get you some shoes that match that new hoodie. Ready to experience our first shopping trip together?”
His lips spread into a smile, and he when they slowly part, he says, “Abso-fucking-lutely.”
Eleven
Henry
Days pass and Travis never asks about the cock cage. He doesn’t say anything about the amount of money I charged on his account either. No doubt he’s seen all the purchases already. The man watches all his statements like a fucking hawk. He got him a cock cage. Is that the kind of stuff he’s into now? Maybe he was right and it really wouldn’t be something I’d be willing to try.I rub my hands over the cool metal, chills running through me as I imagine it rubbing over the skin of my cock.
Or maybe I would. Could it hurt to see what all the fuss was about? Why Travis needed to order it so badly. Could it hurt to prove to myself that I’m not as boring as he thought I was? I can explore new things. It’s already here. I haven’t tossed it out yet, and whenever I stood with it in my hand in front of the trashcan, my hands refused to move. And now I’m on my bed in nothing but a shirt, freshly out of the shower while thinking about locking myself up for a bit.
But who would I be doing it for? Not Travis. He’s the last person who comes to mind when I undo the clasp. The only one at the front of my brain with bright flashing lights around his name is Rafael. He shouldn’t be there either. But the longer he is, the longer I want to keep him there.
“Honey.” Does he know he keeps calling me that? It’s like he does it on instinct. I’m his Honey. You wouldn’t call someone that if you considered them a stranger, would you?
I smile, my breaths shaking as I spread my legs. He described a sex scene during the last movie. It wasn’t as descriptive as I wanted it to be. I wanted him to keep going, to tell me about what he thought happened when the scene faded to black.
