“What the fuck do you meanshow you?” I called out after her. But she was already gone, sprinting down the hallway and banging as she went from closet to closet in search of whatever the fuck she was looking for now.
CHAPTER TWENTY
HIM
Jules returned fifteen minutes later, dragging something down the hallway behind her. Something heavy. I slid off the bed and took a step forward to get a better look. Only to step back again.
“What the fuck! Is that a body?”
She dropped it to the floor, just over the threshold, with a loudthudbefore turning to face me. “What?” She glanced down, then over in my direction. “Oh, no. It’s not real.”
I just continued to glare at her.
“It’s a doll,” she clarified. “A sex doll.”
“You have a sex doll?” I quirked an eyebrow. I wasn’t judging, whether it was a doll or a body. She just didn’t seem the type to have a sex, well,anything.
“Dr. Reagan thought it’d be therapeutic,” she said, aimlessly rubbing at her shoulder.Told ya that shit hurt.
“And was it?” I asked her.
Jules paused, as if considering her answer. “Not really.”
Then she was bending down and dragging the human-sized sex toy towards the bed like it was the next most logical thing for her to do, and I just watched her go. My tired, drug-addled brain trying to catch up with everything going on in front of me.
I wasn’t sober or awake enough for this shit.
When she started hefting the doll onto the covers, I closed the distance, grumbling under my breath as I shoved her ass aside and lifted the damn thing myself.
“Okay, so what’s it doing here?” I asked her as soon as I was done.
“I want you to show me,” she said.
“You need to stop with all the cryptic shit and just spell it out for me like I’m an idiot,” I huffed. “Show you what?”
She peered up at me, and I swear to fucking Christ there were little heart-shaped sparkles in her eyes. The kind you saw in cartoons. “How you like it. What you need to… ya know.”
“Get off?” I asked.
She nodded.
“You can’t have it both ways, Jules. You can’t play it coyandhave a fucking sex doll tucked away in your closet.” I pressed two fingers to the bridge of my nose and squeezed until I could hear that buzzing sound in my temples.
If I stayed in this house any longer, I was gonna need a healthy regimen of blood pressure meds added to theroster of antipsychotics burning a hole in my backpack. Might as well add a straitjacket too.
“Just say fuck, cunt, dick, cock, pussy, orgasm,cum. Pick one. You’re a grown-ass woman. Fucking act like it.” I opened my eyes, expecting to see her tearing up again. Instead, she was smiling at me. Nearly giddy.
“So are you gonna show me or not?”
I glanced from the expectant look on her face over to the doll on the bed. More specifically at the eight-inch cock (give or take? I didn’t have a fucking ruler on me) bobbing in the air. Fucking thing looked like it was waving at me every time the ceiling fan did another rotation.
“I’m not into dudes.”
“Oh! Right! One sec!” She gestured with a finger before rushing towards the footboard, positioning herself between the doll’s legs, one knee bracing the rest of her weight on the mattress as she used her good hand to grab and then roughly twist the rubber cock at an odd angle.
I shifted on my feet without meaning to, closing one eye as I tucked my junk protectively against a thigh. A few more quick twists and Jules had officially turned theheinto asheas she dangled the makeshift dildo in front of her like a carnival prize. Except that was no goldfish flopping around in her fist.
“Yeah, that really doesn’t solve the problem, sweetheart.”
