Reese (Pack of Misfits #2) - Raven Kennedy Page 0,37

to orgasm?

I look at all the scattered pieces of the broken bullet and whimper again, because I know there is zero hope of putting that thing together. I get up, sniffing back tears, and crawl back to the nightstand again. I reach in to grab another power tool like it’s an oxygen mask and I’m at the bottom of the ocean.

I’m going to explode if I don’t get some relief soon. Addie will find me days from now, scorched on the floor, a charred outline of me with my hands between my legs. They’ll bury my horny ashes, and my plaque will read, “Here Lies Reese: Death by Unrequited Horniness,” and my clit will still be in one throbbing piece, trying to grind against Luca’s towel. That’s my fate.

I manage to yank out two more packages from the drawer, but a sob breaks out of me when I see that they’re both wrapped in more of that horrible plastic. It holds the power tools hostage inside its shiny clear material like an evil veil. I grab more tools. And more. And more. Until I’m just flinging them out one after the other. Every single one is wrapped in plastic, looking like I’ll need Hugo’s jaguar claws in order to slice open.

Why do companies do this? Why? Why can’t there be a friendly little “Pull Me” tab that opens it? Or a nice “Tear Here” crease? Why do they have to make opening the things so damn hard? They have to know that the women buying these are already wound tight. We don’t need any more frustration in our lives, goddammit.

Another pained, unsated groan escapes me. I am about three seconds away from losing my shit. I snatch up the two packages nearest me and weigh my options. The first one is a realistic fleshy dildo, veins and all. I poke at it, and the vein bounces right back up. Huh. Nice.

The second one is small, but it claims to give pleasure with a sonic blast directed right on your clit. A sonic blast?

I rip right into that fucker.

I tear my fingernails, cut my tongue, and maybe even chip a tooth. Don’t care. All I care about is the part of that plastic that slices away, letting me dig my greedy hands inside and wrench out the small black device.

Directions and cords go spilling onto the floor, but I ignore them, my attention instead going right to the power button. I click. Nothing. I press and hold it down. Still nothing.

Nervous sweat drips down my back. “Give me a sonic blast, you motherfucker!” This is what it’s like to hit rock bottom.

I click again. Again. Again. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

My clit bawls. I scream.

I scream like a woman bound for hell and doomed to an afterlife of never ever getting pleasure. I scream like a dying animal. I scream like a pissed off, hard up, embittered banshee.

I scream because I. Just. Want. To. Come.

Things get...a little hazy after that.

I kind of black in and out of awareness because another heatwave hits. It doesn’t just roll over me nicely, either. No, this one fucking annihilates me like I’m the lone person standing on the beach during a tsunami.

At one point, I find that I must’ve torn into the entire drawerful of power tools. Because I blink down at the bed where I find myself sitting, and there are shards and ribbons of plastic everywhere. It looks like someone hid a bomb beneath a mountain of vibrators and then set it off.

But then my dilated eyes latch onto the holy grail of dildos. It’s pink. Sleek. A girthy dildo with a clit stimulator jutting out of it like an eager bunny popping out of its burrow, rabbit ears and all. Three buttons, for vibrating, rotating, thrusting. I press all three.

And it turns on.

It actually turns on!

I stare at this amazing gift through snarled hair and panting breaths, and I laugh hysterically. Tears of joy actually start leaking from my eyes, that’s how relieved I am.

The rabbit swivels and lunges and vibrates so hard that I just want to give it a hug. With my vagina. Repeatedly.

I perch my naked ass on the bed and put it right in me. No prep work needed, it slides right in, and the rabbit part meets my lady part with a friendly how-do-you-friggen-do.

I jolt on the bed from the intense sensations. It feels amazing.

“Oh my God, I love rabbits,” I groan.

This. This is what I needed. Why was

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