A blur of white and brown darts into the room and leaps onto the bed. Eleanor’s eyes snap open, and she screams. The remote control in her hand slips and hits the floor. The vibrations get louder, and she cries out as her eyes lock onto mine. Her cheeks flush pink as she pants, then her back arches, and she growls asshe loses control. Charlie sees this as an opportunity to lick her face, happy to simply be involved. She squeezes her eyes closed, and her hand dips below the sheet.
I back away with my hands held up. The look in her eyes spells murder. Mine, specifically.
Her body jerks upright, and I freeze, caught in her icy glare. Charlie drops his head on her lap and huffs at her lack of attention. She pulls out her headphones and drops them on the bedside table.
“What the actual fuck, Hunter?”
“In my defense, I was coming to check your window was closed and locked.”
“And you stayed for the show?” Her brow arches with a deadly lift.
“You cried out my name; I thought it was an invitation.”
“You thought wrong.”
“I see that now.”
Her face is flushed with more than the afterglow of her orgasm. She’s embarrassed.
“Get out.”
I need to do something to break the awkwardness. I fold my arms and hold my ground. “Answer one question first.”
“No.”
“Did you see stars?”
She growls, whipping out a flash of bright pink silicone and whipping it toward my head. My reflexes save me from a black eye by sex toy. That would be an interesting conversation.
My hand wraps around it, the device nearly slipping out of my hand. I twist it around. I haven’t seen one of these before. There’s the obvious part that tucks inside, glistening with her release, but also there’s a weird little offshoot with a hole. I hold her furious eyes hostage as my tongue snakes out and licks the tip. Bad decision. My eyes flutter closed. So bad. Amoan rumbles in my chest. The worst. Her taste explodes in my mouth. Sweet. She tastes like fucking heaven.
Her mouth pops open, and I wink as I retreat from her room, claiming the toy as my prize. Charlie leaps off the bed and follows me into the hall, glancing over his shoulder with a lopsided grin before I close the door.
“I need that back!” she shouts. “Fucking pervert.”
I chuckle. “Come and get it then.”
Silence.
Game on, little hacker. Game. On.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Eleanor
My heart for a flaky pastry.
Irefuse to be embarrassed about the fact my host is holding my sex toy hostage. I have too much going on to worry about what Hunter thinks of me, or what he’s doing with said sex toy. I grind to a halt, my muscles quivering deep within me as my mind feeds me unholy images of Hunter laying on his bed, staring up at his mirror, and playing with said toy. It unhelpfully adds me to the scene, and now I’m the one he’s tackling with the vibrations. Well, that’s a shocking thought. I have never used a toy with a partner before, as it’s a level of intimacy I’m not prepared for. I feel that, in order to start exposing oneself that much, the man should be able to get you off without aids. It’s like leveling up on a game—can’t get to level two without first making your woman come. Seeing stars feels like a boss level, major power up that is elusive and impossible without cheating. Maybe the women claiming to see stars are blackout drunk, or perhaps they hit their heads and have a concussion to go alongside their pleasure.
I rescued my few belongings from the dryer earlier, so when I emerge from the bedroom, I am at least in my own clothing and ready to set some ground rules.
There’s no sign of the twin panty thieves, so I can only assume they are out on a walk. My shoulders drop. A little space from the man behind those explicit thoughts is good. I slide my laptop onto the breakfast counter and move around the kitchen, preparing coffee and popping some bread in the toaster. My gaze snags on the refrigerator, finding the letters rearranged once again.
Back soon for a naked show or your hands down your pants.
Wow. Presumptuous. I glance at the kitchen counter and briefly have the urge to strip naked and lay myself out on the surface. The look in his eyes last night burns in my soul. His jaw was on the floor before he covered his shock with smart-ass remarks.
Do not enter into a battle of wills with the biker, Eleanor. He has years of practice. You. Will. Lose.
