“Fuck Rule,” I muttered, letting my frustration with Rule grow until it became a living, breathing thing inside me.
I jumped from the sofa and stormed into the house, marching to my bedroom. The throbbing between my legs increased in intensity just thinking about how angry I was at him.
But if Rule wouldn’t take care of me, I would damn sure do it myself.
I closed my door to ensure Waldo didn’t come in. I figured there were some things dogs didn’t need to see, and this was one of them.
I rummaged through my nightstand until I found the velvet bag that held my most prized possession. I tossed the bag, then flopped back on my bed, vibrator in hand. Within seconds, I had my panties and shorts shoved down, the silicone tip of the toy pressed against my clit. I wouldn’t get fucked, but this was good, too. I could come like this. From the vibration on my clit and the sound of his voice in my head.
Don’t think for one second that I don’t want to fuck you. I’ve never been tempted by anything like you before.
“Then do it,” I demanded, rocking my hips.
I let the sensations swim in my veins, closing my eyes and picturing that kiss. The way the car pressed against my back while Rule’s body covered me from the front. I could still smell his intoxicating cologne and feel his fingertips gripping my jaw and the gentle pressure on my scalp when he pulled my hair.
“God, yes,” I moaned, pressing the vibrator more firmly on my clit. The more worked up I got, the less intense the vibration became.
I let my mind wander, fantasizing about his mouth on me, pretending his tongue was on my clit and he was licking me to orgasm. I could almost picture Jinx standing beside him, watching as Rule’s tongue drove me crazy. In my mind, I stared down at Rule, daring him to make me come. I could almost see the wicked gleam in his eye, the promise that—
The vibration stopped.
“What the hell?”
I opened my eyes and stared up at the ceiling.
The vibrator buzzed again, but only briefly.
Frowning, I glanced down at where the toy was pressed between my legs.
“Son of a bitch!” I screamed. “You havegotto be kidding me!”
I sat up, unscrewed the end of the toy, and looked at the batteries as though that would bring them back to life. I’d taunted Rule that this had happened, but instead of waiting for him to tell me where the batteries were (in the event I would need them one day), I’d moved on.
And now the fucking batteries were dead.
“Figures.”
I stood up, tossing the vibrator on the bed and jerking my panties and shorts up. My eyes skimmed the room as though there might be something I could use to fix this problem.
Too bad I didn’t have an electric toothbrush. The vibrating base would’ve been perfect.
I walked into the bathroom and stared at the shower. “Of course no one thought to update the guest room with a handheld shower sprayer.”
Then the lightbulb in my brain came on, and I turned on my heel, a spring in my step as I wandered out into the hall, taking a left and making a beeline for the stairs. From what I could tell, the entire top floor was dedicated to the owner’s suite, a good fifteen hundred square feet of underutilized space. If I had to guess, Rule used the bed, the shower, the toilet, the sink, and the closet. I didn’t imagine he did much more than sleep and get dressed since he spent far more time away from the house than in it.
I didn’t pause to search the space, heading directly for Rule’s bathroom. Surely, being that it was the primary bedroom, it would have the fanciest bathroom.
I wasn’t wrong. It was actually more than impressive, if not a little dated, due to the previous owner’s preference for ’70s decor. If it weren’t for the fact the furnishings were expensive, it really would’ve been depressing.
On the right side of the bathroom were rectangle double sinks inset in a beautiful wooden base with awkward chandeliers hanging over them from above. A larger, floor-to-ceiling cabinet sat at the end, which I figured held towels and other bathroom necessities.
Opposite the vanity was the water closet, and a little farther down was the shower. I wish I could say that was the most impressive part, but the credit for that went to the large soaking tub that sat on a concrete platform in front of a picture window that overlooked the hills beyond. On both sides were mirrored walls, which made the ample space feel twice as big.
Although the tub was tempting, I was here with one goal in mind, so I turned to the shower, opening the large glass door to peek inside.
Yep. Just as I thought. Hand sprayer.
The house had instant hot water, so I didn’t turn on the water until I’d stripped off my clothes and stepped into the glass-enclosed shower. The door was self-closing, the glass dark, offering the illusion of privacy, although the lights made it possible to see everything on both sides.
