everything on the table, I think I’m being fucking punk’d.
The ornate, traditional, very classy dining room table is covered with erotic sex toys.
All sorts of crazy looking shit.
Vibrators like the one in Norah’s bag, anal beads, butt plugs, dildos. Giant dildos that make me grimace. There’s a section of what looks like massagers, but I’m pretty sure they aren’t for your back. There’s a whole display of creams and oils and cock rings and lube and fuck, I don’t even want to know what else.
Jesus fuck, how long were we gone?
“The boys are back!” Kate squeals, rushing over to a stunned Miles and throwing herself into his arms. She’s clearly feeling no pain.
The other girls all find their men, pulling them over to the table and pointing out things they apparently bought tonight because this was a sex-toy party.
I didn’t know that was a thing.
Also, what are the fucking odds that Norah and I get in a fight about her vibrator mere hours before she’s thrust into the kinkiest party known to man? I glance around for my fake girlfriend and my heart skips a beat when I see her walking down the hallway from the kitchen toward me.
I didn’t get to see her before I left.
If I would have…I probably wouldn’t have left.
She looks…insanely hot.
She’s barefoot and wearing a sexy pair of black velvet leggings that hug her sculpted legs beautifully. Her top is a sheer black piece with a plunging neckline that looks like a soft breeze could blow it right off her tits and reveal the equally sexy green bra underneath. Her blond hair is curled and messy around her face.
She’s clearly been partying with the girls tonight because her makeup is slightly smudged, but that smoky look makes her look even hotter. I am so fucking screwed.
I continue gawking at her body because fucking hell, she hides all of that all the time and I just…I knew she was hot but I didn’t know she was this hot. I inwardly growl at the view of her creamy cleavage on full display. I’d kill to sink my teeth into her right fucking now.
Norah’s eyes find mine and light up—the blueness of them intensified by the dark eyeliner I’ve never seen her wear. Her dark lips spread into a wide smile as she rushes over to where I’m stuck onto the floorboards, trying to remember to breathe.
“You’re back!” she squeals, setting her drink on the table before standing on her tiptoes and wrapping her arms around my neck.
I shake off my stupor and grip her lower back to crush her to my body, barely resisting the urge to squeeze her supple ass. “I thought we were fighting,” I murmur into her ear and inhale deeply. She smells sweet, like cake and vanilla and distinctly Norah. It’s cock-twitching.
“Why would we be fighting?” She pulls back and blinks glazed eyes at me.
My shoulders lift. “Well, you kind of kicked me out of our room earlier.”
She rolls her eyes. “That was before.”
“Before what?”
“Before the sex-toy party I just attended.” She leans in and whispers in my ear. “I put a minty oil on my pussy and I feel like my entire body is on the verge of an orgasm.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I bark, pulling away to look her in the eyes. “Are you messing with me, Norah?”
“Dean”—she pins me with a look, her eye-shadowed lids appearing heavy—“would I mess with you?”
My hands tighten around her waist hopefully. “You don’t really have a sense of humor so I’d say no.”
“Jerk!” She giggles, shaking my shoulders playfully. “If you don’t believe me, go ahead and sniff between my legs. It smells like Listerine.” She hiccups and then covers her mouth guiltily.
“Nooo, you’re drunk,” I groan and feel myself dying a little inside.
“I’m not drunk.” She pulls me in close and cups my jaw, sliding her fingers through my beard as she slurs, “I’m horny and I want to rewrite our rules.”
“Fuuuuuck,” I growl into my fist and contemplate sleeping outside with the sprinklers.
This is just my fucking luck. Norah finally admits to wanting to have sex and she’s too wasted to take her up on it. I look down at her, willing her to be sober because I have wanted this moment to happen for longer than I care to admit. I want to make her scream so loud the fucking horses in those stables over a football field away can hear her.
Her hooded eyes blink up at me.
She’s drunk.
I don’t do