I should have paused to talk to her before shoving my fingers up her ass.
Her hips had rocked back, though, her moans making me hard. She’d cried out and leaned into me when I kissed her this morning.
But now she’s completely, fucking silent.
We’re headed to Fujimori’s, where she’s scheduled for an early lunch meeting with Ben. Ren is going to flip her shit when she hears her best friend and cousin colluded while she was on vacation.
I reach out, lightly touching her thigh. She turns to me, her big blue eyes tired.
And that’s when Luis finally speaks up.
“You okay, Blue?”
She clears her throat, nodding her head.
“Are you?” I quietly ask.
“Have you ever wondered about how many times a body rolls into the M.E.’s office and it’s got a butt plug inside it?”
Luis snorts before slapping a hand over his mouth.
“Like, how many dead bodies do they find with stuff inside them?” Isolde goes on. “Tampons, vibrators. They just have to take the stuff out.”
This last sentence carries a questioning inflection, which I don’t respond to.
Luckily, Luis doesn’t read heavily into the subject of sex toys. “You ever watch that documentary about the medical examiner’s office? It was really cool. Made me want to become a doctor.”
“Seriously?” Isolde tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.She wore it down again, and I have to stop myself from reaching out and playing with it.
If we do this, start something up, things have to remain professional.
Luis angles the car along the curb, where he’ll wait for us. Isolde prefers to sneak in through the alley, entering through the kitchen door. I tug her back toward me before she can go inside.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
She twirls a piece of hair around her finger.
“Isolde,” I prod.
Her mouth moves side to side, still being shy.
I run my hand down her arm, grabbing her hand. “Look, I’m sorry about this morning.”
She shakes her head. “It’s not that.”
I tilt her chin up. “Then what is it? No, don’t shake your head.”
She shuffles on her feet instead.
“Are you not into anal?” I ask. I found a shit ton of sex toys in her drawer, but maybe they’d been gag gifts or something.
She lifts on her toes, the truth coming out in a rush. “It’s just if you fuck me there. . . You can’t fuck my pussy right after, okay?”
“What?”
“I’m miserable on antibiotics, okay.” Her cheeks redden. “I’m fine with anal, but you just can’t go from ass to pussy, you know what I’m saying?”
I tuck her hair behind her ear. “Yes, Isolde, I know what you’re saying. I don’t know what fuckers you’ve been with, but I do have some understanding of safe sex practices. I won’t fuck your pussy without cleaning up first. I promise.”
