Reese (Pack of Misfits #2) - Raven Kennedy Page 0,66
thought of another male touching her has my animal hissing. But I wouldn’t blame her, because she just got her humanity back. I’m a selfish bastard for wanting her all to myself, but I do. If she wants to just be fuck buddies and date other people, it’s going to drive me crazy.
“I don’t want that either,” she finally replies, and a whoosh goes through me.
“Thank fuck,” I say, making her laugh.
I tug her against me, putting my hand on her ass as a surge of pleased possessiveness hits me. “This ass is mine,” I say with a squeeze. To bite. To smack. To pull onto my lap. To watch. To knead as I fuck her.
She looks pleased at my touch and my words, and reaches behind me and stuffs her small hand in my back pocket so that she’s holding my ass too. “Ditto.”
I chuckle, my animal puffing up at her claim on us.
Together, we walk into the sanctuary. I’ve never been inside before, and my brows jump up, a whistle coming through my lips. “Damn. It’s nice in here.”
“Yep.”
I follow her down a hallway, and she stops right outside the door. “Before I let you in there, you have to promise not to laugh.”
“Why would I laugh?”
“Just promise,” she insists.
Confused, I nod. “Fine, I promise.”
With a nod, she opens the door, and as soon as she does, her old heat scent smacks into me like a punch to the dick. My balls even tighten.
But then my eyes take in the scene, and my steps falter to a stop. “Jesus.”
The floor is absolutely covered in fake dicks. Small dicks. Purple dicks. Long dicks. Waterproof dicks. Dicks that are still vibrating on the ground. Broken dicks. Dicks in pieces. Vibrators and dildos are just everywhere.
It’s like a sex shop shit out pieces all over the room. One dildo is suction-cupped to the bedpost, and it jiggles when Reese’s leg accidentally brushes up against it. Another is twirling around on the pillow, like it’s trying to burrow into the mattress. It sounds high-pitched and mechanical, like its battery is about to run out of juice any second. I didn’t even know they made so many different kinds of sex toys.
“You used all of these?” I ask in surprise.
She winces. “Not exactly. I tried to use a few, and they didn’t work, and well...I went a little berserk.”
Looking around at all the plastic packaging in tatters, I see that one even has teeth marks. I get a very clear picture of what her going a little berserk looks like. The TV is playing porn on a loop. My mouth twitches.
“Don’t you dare laugh,” she says, pointing a finger at me.
I bite the insides of my cheeks and then set the cleaning supplies down and grab her by the waist, hauling her against me. I’m already hard just from scenting her old wave. It’s fucking strong in here. It’s going to take another week to air out.
“You sexually frustrated, baby?” I tease.
She smacks my chest. “No! Well, not anymore. Now please help me pick all of this up before someone sees. I will never live this down if someone finds the room this way.”
She’s not wrong.
I let her back away, watching as she snatches up the trash bag and starts throwing away all the dildos and vibrators. When she gets to the one on the bedpost, she yanks on it. It doesn’t come off. She double fists the dick and pulls, but the suction cup is not giving up without a fight.
Planting her feet, she yanks as hard as she can, cursing under her breath as she strains to pull the dick off the post. She pants, she curses, she smacks it when it won’t give, and fucking hell, I lose it. I’m only so strong. Laughter erupts out of me until my stomach aches.
All sweaty and adorably pissed, hands still grabbing the dildo, she glares daggers at me.
“You weren’t supposed to laugh!”
“Sorry, baby,” I say, straightening up.
She snorts. “You are not.”
She’s right, but I’m not about to admit it. I walk over to the dildo and pinch the suction cup at the bottom. I pop the cock right off without any effort at all. That just makes her glare at me harder.
I continue to laugh as I toss it into the trash bag. “You know, I think we should recycle some of these that aren’t broken and use them for later.”