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“Yeah, but I’ve had good dick before. Carson’s different.”
“Do not tell me you fell in love in one night, Mak truck. That’s too fast, even for you.”
“Hell no.” I’m half-laughing, half-cringing. “I think this must be the lingering aftereffects of my sub drop last night.” At least, I hope that’s what this is, because I honestly feel attached to this man and that’s not okay. He’ll think I’m psycho for getting clingy and he’ll likely cut me loose and never speak to me again.
I’m not ready for our fun to end yet.
“Tell me everything. I want all the details.”
Exhaling dramatically, I walk around the aisles at the store, dropping random shit I need into my cart. “Well…” Where to begin? “He chased me through his backyard and into the woods.”
“No way! Oh, hot and creepy. Stalker fetish much?”
“It’s primal, not stalker. More like he’s the predator and I’m the prey.” Now that I think about it, I guess stalker and primal could kind of go together. “It was exciting and a little terrifying.”
“Did he fuck you in the dirt with twigs snapping against your spine?”
“No, he went down on me.” I skip the details of how he basically covered half his face with my arousal. Holy wow, thinking about it now has me dying to watch him do that again.
“And how was his tongue game?”
“The best I’ve ever had.” I toss a bag of chips into my cart. “Like the best, Leah. If my clit was a bullseye, he hit the target on the first flick and was relentless until he had me screaming his name to the damn moon.”
“Ahhh, it’s so refreshing when someone knows how to be efficient and precise.”
“Totally.” I turn my cart into the next aisle, barely remembering all the things I’m here for. Damnit, I’ll have to make a second round through this whole ass store because I’ve absentmindedly passed half of what’s on my list already. “Then we did anal.”
I smile at an older woman who’s left her cart in the middle of the aisleway. Trying, and failing, to scooch past her, she just glares at me struggling with my cart, so I glower right back.
Rude.
“No way!” Leah screams into my earbuds. “You said you’d never do butt stuff again.”
“Well never say never, right? But he didn’t fuck me in the ass. I basically fucked him with my ass. It was amazing.” I move the woman’s cart out of my damn way and shoot her another toothy smile. “Then he took over once I was ready, and I swear I didn’t know orgasms like that existed.”
“Can you sit?”
“Yeah. Surprisingly.” Carson’s not walking around with a twelve-inch pipe between his legs, but it’s still long and thick enough to fuck me up if he wanted it to. “Oh, and he has a ton of BDSM toys. Leah, I shit you not, I stalled out for a second when I went into his bedroom. He must have a dozen different floggers and cuffs hanging on his wall.”
“Does he have a brother? Do you guys want a third? I’ll be your third, baby. I’ll fuck you so well, you won’t even remember Carson’s there.”
I burst out laughing and walk aimlessly through the next aisle. Wait. Crap! I’m in the car maintenance section. How the hell did I get here? Next, I hit the kid’s toy section. I’m seriously wasting so much time, but I don’t care. I feel too happy to care. Last night might have been the best night of my life. “He’s seriously nothing like I thought he’d be.”
“You should have known better than to go in with expectations, Mak. But I’m glad he exceeds them. You deserve to be treated like a goddess, and it sounds like he might be the one to worship you properly.”
“Well, I definitely feel worshipped that’s for sure. He kept trying to take care of me, even in tiny ways. When I dropped the first time after the woods thing, he switched gears so fast and before I could get a grip, he had me wrapped in blankets on his couch, had a fire stoked to warm me up, and fed me cookies.”
“I hate you.” Leah sighs, dreamily. “You have all the luck. My hookup last night had a crooked dick, zero knowledge of how to use it to my advantage and didn’t even try to find my clit. He was a great kisser, just not great at much else. It was like being railed by a bunny. Lasted about as long as one too. Ugh, so depressing.”
“Boo. Bad dick downs are worse than no dick downs.” I turn into the next aisle and my cart slams into someone else’s. “I’m so sorry!” I rush to say before looking up.
Fuck. My. Life.
“Hey, Mak.”
“Who’s that?” Leah growls in my earbuds.
“I…” My face grows hot with embarrassment. “Hey.”