Take the Chance (Top Shelf Romance #9) - Brittainy Cherry Page 0,350

straight line, but parking, backing out, and turning all seem to be a challenge for her.

We hand our tickets over and head inside. I’ve been to plenty of sex shops to buy lingerie, and sometimes toys and fun stuff. But in the past I’ve tried to avoid these kinds of sex conventions because of my mom’s job, so it’s new, even for me.

Lily meanders from display to display, checking everything out. Poppy’s face is an interesting shade of perma-red, and Sunny, well, I think this whole experience is going to scar my poor friend for life. At least I tried to shield her from it, which is more than I can say for the rest of them.

Violet is . . . Violet. She stops at a table with strap-ons and picks one up. “Can I test this out?” she asks the guy manning the booth. He looks like he probably watches a lot of internet porn and doesn’t often see the light of day.

“Uh, test it out how?” he asks.

“Like, can I try it on? See if it fits?”

“Oh, yeah. For sure.” He nods at her boobs. Although to be fair, she is wearing a v-neck Chicago shirt with the logo stretched across her chest. On the back is Alex’s last name and jersey number. She has a lot of Alex-inspired gear.

She tosses one at me. “You should try this on, too.”

I snort and roll my eyes. “I’m good.”

“Oh come on! Aren’t we in your favorite playground right now? Have a little fun!”

Before I can protest, Lily grabs it from me.

I think the guy manning the booth is going to have a coronary watching the two of them fasten each other with strap-ons. In fact, pretty much every guy in the general vicinity has stopped what they’re doing to watch.

“You really can’t take Violet anywhere, can you?” Poppy asks with a smile on her still-red face.

“Not really, but she’s definitely entertaining.”

As soon as Violet has Lily’s strap-on in place, they have a dick sword fight, which draws more attention—the kind where people take pictures on the sly that are for sure going to end up on social media.

I drag Vi behind a display of dildos suctioned to the wall, and Poppy does the same with Lily.

“People are taking pictures,” I scold. “Take off your dongs and act normal for once.”

Violet’s face is red from laughing and exertion. “But I like my dong.”

“Pictures are probably going to be posted all over the place, and you’re wearing an Alex shirt. He’s going to get tagged, and then he’s going to see you and Lily having a strap-on sword fight.”

Her smile drops and she cringes, the red spots on her chest grow progressively blotchier. “Shitballs.” She tries to unharness herself, but she’s too frantic to manage it. “I can’t get my dong off!”

“Here, let me help.” I free her quickly while Lily unbuckles her own.

“You’re awfully good with the buckles and stuff,” Vi observes.

“Don’t even go there,” I tell her. “If it wasn’t for you and the rest of the girls, I wouldn’t be here.”

“It’s fun though, and it demystifies a lot of the stuff we read about in BDSM, right? Besides, this one is loving all the porny stuff.” She thumbs over her shoulder at Lily, who shrugs and grins.

We come back out from behind the wall of dildos, thank the guy who’s probably going to be blue balling it for the rest of the day, and go in search of Sunny. Which is when we run into Skye, Violet’s mom, and Daisy, who is Alex and Sunny’s mother.

“Shit!” Violet tries to pull me behind a display of latex-body-suit-wearing mannequins.

“Vi! Charlene! Girls!” Skye shouts.

Violet cringes and drops her head in defeat. “Hey, Mom. Daisy, what are you doing here?” She peeks inside the stroller Daisy’s pushing. “With Logan?”

Skye wraps her arm around Violet’s shoulder and gives her a big hug. “Sunny mentioned you were going to this ’palooza thing today, so Daisy and I looked it up and thought it would be fun if we came, too!”

“With a baby?” Violet asks.

“Logan is too little to remember any of it, so it’s fine. Isn’t that right, my favorite little chubbie-wubbie?” Daisy gets all up in little Logan’s face and tickles his feet. He giggles and swipes at her swinging hair.

“You should’ve told us about this! We could’ve made it a whole mother-daughter bonding experience!” Skye flails around excitedly.

“Yeah, ’cause shopping for sex toys with my mom is exactly what I want to do