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“What the hell is that?” I ask.

Lainey’s eyes flash with panic before they move to her suitcase. “Um. Nothing. It’s nothing. Here, I got that one⁠—”

But I grab the suitcase before she can get to it. “Is that some kind of electronic…something?”

She turns a deep, deep shade of pink. When I meet her eyes, the naked embarrassment—shock—in them is clear as day.

Buzzzzzzzz.

Oh.

Oh.

I force a grin, even as a bolt of lust lands between my legs. “Talk about needing to get out more. Is that your vibrator, Dallas?”

CHAPTER 10

Sex Toys Are for Sinners

LAINEY

I want to cry.

I want to scream.

Scratch all that. I want to run away and hide under a rock for the remainder of my earthly days.

Colton, that motherfucker, is grinning at me like the Cheshire cat as my vibrator continues to, well, do its freaking job.

I debated whether I should bring it with me to Hartsville. I can get myself off just fine the old-fashioned way, but my dry spell has really started to take its toll, and my vibrator is the only thing that hits the proverbial and literal spot these days.

So into my suitcase it went. The orgasms are better, and they happen quicker too. Dale told me my apartment would be above a barn, so I figured quicker orgasms equals fewer chances of someone hearing or walking in on me.

I wish I could wring past me’s neck. How stupid could you be? Why take dumb chances when sex toys are involved? You know better.

The buzzing sound is enormous in the silence that stretches between Colton and me. Thank God Dean is already in Colton’s truck. I grab for the suitcase, but he snatches it out of my reach.

“Give it back.”

His gray eyes twinkle in the growing darkness. “So Miss Perfect has some secrets, huh?”

“Secrets? Hardly.” I force out a laugh. “Also, you gotta quit with the terrible nicknames. Now give me the suitcase, Colton.”

“Thing’s got stamina.”

“It does belong to me.” Oh Christ. Why?

Why do I always rise to the occasion when I’m with this man?

He chuckles, a deep, somehow different sound than I’m used to from him, and then he tosses the suitcase into my trunk. “I’m not gonna touch that one.”

“Thank God, because it’s mine.” I reach up and slam the trunk shut. I can feel the sweat gathering under my arms and on my forehead. “I am an adult, you know. I’m allowed to…um…okay, never mind.”

Despite the fact that the trunk is now closed, the buzzing is still audible. So audible, in fact, that I wonder if it’s making the car vibrate too.

“Sounds big.” Colton casually tucks his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. The ones that fit him like a glove.

I resist the urge to commit an act of physical violence against him. “Please, please don’t make a joke about you being bigger.”