Brazen and Breathless (Untouchable #6) - Heather Long Page 0,34
All shapes. All sizes. Some had ribs. Some didn’t. Some had little knobs on them.
“You don’t want those,” Rachel said. “Those can be fun, but they are more for looks than action. The ones you want are back here.” She caught my free hand and tugged, winding us through the aisles toward the back right of the store opposite the coffee shop.
One aisle boasted baskets of rope, leather, and chains. Restraints. There were cuffs, too. I didn’t want to linger too long, but I mentally bookmarked that aisle. I needed time to study it. I could always come back by myself, right?
We passed a display of paddles and balls on leather. Yeah, no. Ball gags according to the sign. Those looked really uncomfortable. Finally, Rachel halted in an aisle that was nothing but dildos, vibrators, and other Toys for Feminine Pleasure.
“Okay, at the risk of sounding incredibly stupid,” I said as I tried to take it all in, and seriously, I did not know where to look first. “Why are there so many different kinds?”
No sooner did the words leave my mouth than it hit me—I had sex with four different guys, and they all had different cocks.
“Never mind,” I told Rachel, even as I clapped a hand over Coop’s mouth. His shaking shoulders and whuffs of breath against my fingers betrayed his laughter. “Just please forget I asked the question.” I met Rachel’s gaze and crossed my mental fingers she’d go along with it.
She studied me for a beat, then Coop, and finally one corner of her mouth kicked a little higher and she shrugged. “I didn’t hear anything.”
Relieved, I stole a look at Coop and glared. His gray-green eyes twinkled with mirth, and I leaned forward to whisper, “Blue Bobs.” It wasn’t enough to let out the secret to Rachel, but no way Coop could miss it.
His eyebrows bounced with some hilarity as he chuckled. Then he covered my hand with his and kissed my palm. “No need to get mean, beautiful. I’m on your side.”
Rachel snorted but moved down the aisle as though searching for something, and Coop dragged me back against him as I started to follow.
Lips at my ear again, he murmured, “If you want to get one to play with when it’s just you and me, I’m all in.”
And heat rushed through me. Dammit. At the same time, I couldn’t stop my grin as I said, “Why don’t you pick out one and surprise me?”
Shock actually rippled across his expression and delight speared me. Yes. Score. Try to embarrass me. Ha.
“Frankie,” Rachel called, and Coop winked at me before I turned away to go see what she’d found. “These are what I’m thinking you start with.” She motioned to the selection of small boxed items. “They’re bullets. Tiny, great for clit massage, varying speeds, and definitely worth a quick orgasm or three. They’re also pretty noninvasive.”
She was so calm as she went down the list of what they offered before she picked up a box and handed it to me.
I was half-reading the back of it as she pulled me along to our next stop—vibrators. “They’ve got a decent set here. Rabbits are popular because they have the clit stimulator to go with the g-spot access. Now that can take a little angle practice to get it right, but definitely worth it. You can also get your range in girth preference. I kind of like these here, but they are a lot pricier…”
Pricier. Holy shit, that one was two hundred bucks.
“But it’s got some motion so it curves as you rock it in, I’m assuming like real guys do, and it’s definitely got varying pressure so you can alternate speeds. You know whatever gets you off.”
I didn’t think there was any blood left to rush to my face, so I just sort of listened as Rachel played the role of cruise director on the Sex Boat.
Dildos. Vibrators. Clit ticklers. Anal stimulators. Yes, I paused to look at those and not once did she hit me with a raunchy teasing remark. In fact, she was more than happy to help me answer questions as we read the backs of the boxes and she pulled out her phone to research. Coop vanished the next time I glanced around.
But we were at sex toys for partners, including wearable vibrating panties that you could give the controller to someone else, when he popped back up with coffee for both of us. “This is thirsty work,” he teased.