“Or, here me out; let’s not.” Chuckling, Sabrina urges him to put it back, slapping a vibrating cock ring in his palm instead. “I might be up for trying new things, but I think I’m safe in saying that tasering my uterus is too kinky even for my blood.”
Grinning, he follows her lead, tossing it into the basket I’m holding. Pausing mid-step, I double back and grab a handful more, because I think she’s going to love that addition, but the last thing any of us wants is to have to borrow another man’s cock ring. No matter how much you clean those things, you can’t scrub the knowledge that they’ve been on someone else’s dick out of your brain.
Rounding to the next aisle, I find Sabrina and Bo both staring at a display of boxes with a diagram on the front so convoluted that even I don’t have the faintest clue what the hell it actually is.
“Is that-” Bo squints “- a supersonic cactus dildo?”
“It sort of looks like that old game, Kerplunk,” Sabrina mumbles, tilting her head in contemplation and studying the picture curiously. “How the hell does that even work? The spikes can’t possibly feelgood.Maybe they’re not hard, but silicone fibers? Like the kind on a basting brush, and the beads inside... spin around for extra vibration?”
Following suit, I crane my neck to try and assess it from a new angle. “I can't keep up with technology, but damn; it's impressive how many ways people can reinvent getting fucked.”
A few footsteps precede the evil pixie’s voice. “It caters to the breeding kink crowd.” Whipping my head to track her approach, she raises an eyebrow at me in challenge, striding right past. Bo’s already subtly shifted positions so that he’s a buffer between her and Sabrina, and whether it’s from his size or she simply knows how to read a room, the woman stops several paces away. “Those ‘beads’ actually act as eggs that are expelled to mimic alien dick insemination.”
While I cringe at the imagery, Sabrina nods, looking at things from a clinical perspective. “That makes so much more sense. Not my thing, but props to how much had to go into creating that; and my sympathies for whoever has to clean and reload it.”
Snorting, the cashier crosses her arms. “Carina. Haven’t seen you around here before, anything in particular I can help you find?”
At that, the clinical curiosity fades from the forefront of Sabrina’s mind as reality catches up to her. Namely, that she’s here with two men, so Carina will have already jumped to conclusions, and humans aren’t particularly kind to anyone off of the monogamous spectrum. But if there’s one place that’s a judgment free zone, it’s a place that sells alien dildos.
Gesturing to the basket in my hand, Sabrina offers a nervous laugh. “If there’s anything else I need, I might have to rethink this plan altogether.”
Giving her an understanding smile, Carina offers, “May I?”
At Sabrina’s nod, she comes forward, shamelessly yanking the basket out of my hand without remorse. Setting it on the ground, she squats, rifling through it. Setting a few things aside, she mutters as she goes. “You’ll save a few dollars getting the bigger bottle than two smaller ones, so we’ll swap those out. I recommend switching this butt plug out for the one that vibrates, especially if this is your first time, but in general, it’s just more popular.”
Flicking several more cock rings than necessary for the two of us out of the way, she glances up, looking between me and Boden, then at Sabrina before turning her attention back to our haul. “May want to consider grabbing another size or two bigger as well as a transition. Last thing you want is to have your first time go terribly and chase you away from the idea for good. One second.”
Taking the items she discarded, she flits off to put them back and grabs a few replacements, returning in record time to dump them in the basket. “And may I recommend,” trailing off, she shakes a decently large mystery blind bag. “Thirty bucks, but something tells me you’ll like it.”
Sabrina doesn’t even have her mouth open before Bo is plucking it out of the woman’s hands and tossing it in with the rest. “We’ll take it.”
Grinning, Carina leads the way to the register, making quick work of it all, and leaving us with three heaping bags. Watching the total creep higher and higher, I get a bit nervous. Coming out here spur of the moment and then staying a month has drained my nest egg to dangerous territory. Because no matter the fact that we’ve technically merged packs, it’s not like I exactly have a debit card for whatever account Slade was working with. Too much happened too quickly to get everything handled when he didn’t tell anyone about his deal with Thatcher until right before all hell broke loose. I should be in the clear for this and booking the hotel room, but after that, I’m going to be officially tapped out.
Reaching into my back pocket, I freeze. Checking my other, it’s as empty as the first, and I feel my heart plummet into my stomach as I retrace my steps for the last time I remember having my wallet, but I swear I felt it digging into my ass as we were pulling into town. So it must have fallen as I was getting out of the SUV, or...
Cinjin.
That son of a bitch. When he shoulder-checked me on his way past, he fucking pickpocketed me.
Sabrina doesn’t notice my internal panic, never once looking my way on the assumption that I’d be paying. She simply rummages around in her purse and withdraws her card, passing it Carina’s way, but Boden plucks it out of her hand.
“I swear woman, if you don't let me pay, I’m going to be so offended you’ll never hear the end of it.” Holding her card hostage out of her reach, he slides his across the counter despite her protests.
To his credit, even Carina supports overruling her on this matter. “Girl, the fuck’s wrong with you? Don’t tell me all of this isn’t for him to get some, so if you’re going to take one for the team, so can his wallet.”
Awkwardly mumbling, Sabrina steals her card back and tucks it away while Bo grabs the bags, grinning victoriously. As I take the receipt she passes my way, Carina doesn’t immediately let go, giving me a pointed look.
“Why don’t you guys drop the stuff off in the car and I’ll catch up? I’m going to check for one more thing before we head out.”
Boden agrees without a single protest, while Sabrina furrows her brow. “We can stick around another few minutes, no big deal. Not like we’re in a rush or anything.”
Scrambling for a response, I’m left floundering. Putting off telling her my concerns for a couple of days is one thing, but outright lying is another entirely. Thankfully, Bo comes to my rescue.
Slinging an arm around her shoulders, he guides her towards the door. “Seeing the sort of things we have to compete with can mess with a man’s self-esteem, pretty girl. Let the guy buy his hydraulic strap-on in peace, or whatever the fuck he’s after. These sorts of surprises are always fun; either sexy, or hysterical failures. I for one am hoping for the latter, but I’m admittedly biased.”
Sabrina glances at me over her shoulder, studying my face, and bites her lip. Yet she doesn’t say a single word, facing forward again and letting Boden guide her out the door.
“She read you like an open book; you know that right? One day after the promise of no more secrets, and you’re acting suspicious. You’re not protecting her from jackshit. She may need a break, but if she thinks you’re keeping things from her, it’ll stress her out even more than if you’d just fucking told her.”
