Chapter 18
Jaxon
The ride back to Kittery passes quickly.
We make a stop on our own for lunch at a quaint mom-and-pop place that we agree we need to revisit someday, as I crawl back onto my bike.
The smile that splits my face wide as the words leave her mouth has her doing a double-take, pink creeping along her cheekbones just as she reaches out and snags her helmet from my hands.
The mere idea of her inserting me into any part of her future makes my heart skip a few beats…
or twenty. I want that so badly, I can taste it, but I also won’t voice it yet and scare her off.
Her thighs wrapped around mine have me annoyingly aware the entire ride home of how close she is– and how far I am from where I truly want to be. Secluded rest areas aren’t an option this time either.
“Ugh, the vibrations of that bike made my legs feel like Jello that last stretch,” Holly notes as she hands me her helmet and reaches for the compartment that has her things in it.
A duffle sits up on her porch, so Colin and Sydney already dropped by.
I look left, down the lane at their place, and hear the distant sound of a dog barking.
I bet Amy is stoked they’re back. Don’t they have a cat too?
That’s right, Bitsy. The orange and white ball of fluff that follows Colin everywhere around the house.
Ha. I wonder what they’ll think of the twins.
“I’ve got your things. Go unlock the front door.”
Holly’s eyebrows dart up her forehead, but she doesn’t argue and merely smirks, jangling her keys from the confines of her purse.
I watch her heart-shaped rear as she sashays up the steps.
She leaves the door wide open but disappears into the house.
I look over the outside and note that Colin has done a great job with the upkeep.
I’ll need to ask him what I can do to help out around here to take some of the load off when the twins come in a few weeks.
He’ll be busy enough as it is. Will Holly even let me help? Only time will tell.
I close the door, instantly wondering where my beauty went.
This is the first time I’ve been here. I start down the open hall toward what I assume is the main living area and kitchen.
I veer off to the little half bath to relieve myself and wash up before continuing my tour.
Upon exiting, I hear a clatter of dishes and a frustrated curse.
Nervous she hurt herself, I rush toward the source of sound and find her in the kitchen, picking up pieces of a broken plate.
“I knew I didn’t push it far enough back,” she mumbles to herself as I crouch and help pick up pieces.
“Are you cut?” I ask, looking for any indication of bleeding.
“No, just clumsy. I was in a rush before work Friday morning and didn't put a few things back properly when I unloaded the dishwasher.”
“Where’s your broom? Let me get the rest so you don’t cut your–”
“Ouch!” Holly exclaims, sucking air in through her teeth as she shakes her hand like it'll help the pain somehow. She points toward the broom closet with her good hand. I snatch her wrist mid-shake and eye the cut along the pinky side of her palm. It’s not deep, thank goodness, and the plate was clean.
“Rinse that while I finish sweeping this up, then I'll patch you up. Where are your first aid supplies?”
“Hall bathroom that you were just in, underneath the sink. If it’s not there, I might’ve put it in my bathroom linen closet, next to the towels,” she answers as she moves to rinse the cut.
After making quick and thorough work of the mess, I find myself in her master bath searching, as the first option came up empty-handed.
“Any luck?” she asks as she meanders in a few moments after me.
“You made it sound like there was only one little closet. This is more like a walk-in. You also have another actual closet in the bedroom?” I ask, and she nods. She gasps and goes wide-eyed and flushed a second later. I follow her eyes to an open box with something blue poking out of the top.
“You okay?” I ask curiously and smirk at how fidgety she is all of a sudden. No… Did I just find her secret bin of pleasure? My eyes widen. Is the infamous monster cock thing Jane mentioned at the hospital in there? Is that blue thing it???
“MMMhmmm,” Holly answers distractedly, trying to look anywhere but that box. She's adorably flustered now.
“Holly, is your monster cock in that bin you suddenly don’t want to look at?
” Her eyes bulge, and I guffaw. “It is, isn’t it?
” I chuckle and reach up for the container, and she closes her eyes in defeat.
“We'll be bringing this into the room with us, thank you.
I am beyond curious about all the kinky things in here that you've toyed with. Pun totally intended.” Holly groans in exasperation as I grab the first aid kit too and follow her back into the bedroom.
She didn't try to beg me out of looking through it, which only adds to my curiosity.
“Damn my rushed mornings…” she mutters to herself as she plops onto the bed in dramatic fashion. It's adorable. She's adorable. I'm so fucked with this woman. I set the box down, and she slides the cover over the blue object and pulls it her way a smidge.
“Hand first,” I command, and she sets it on my knees as I rummage through her supplies and pull out what I want.
She needs a better kit. This'll do for now, though.
I take my time, knowing I'm purposely going slow in order to prolong the anticipation for what delights I'm about to see.
No mistake about that. I felt how heavy that box is, so she has an arsenal, not just one or two toys.
I'm dying to know which one is her favorite.
“Thank you for fixing me up. There any possibility of me persuading you out of looking at the contents of this box?”
“Not a chance. I'm dying.”
“Gah…” She frustratedly growls and tosses her head back with an equal amount of drama as when she'd flopped onto the bed.
“Okay, we can go about this one of two ways. I can ask you to pull them out one by one, or–”
“Nope, fuck that,” she breathes out in a rush, picking up the bin and turning it over on the bed.
Damn, she's brave, and fuuuuuck me…that's a lot of fun.
I know my jaw is on the floor as I basically look at a mini sex shop spilled onto her comforter.
She flipped the script on me. She's still flushed, but the independent, ‘I really don’t need a man to please me, I've got this’ look on her face dares me to challenge her.
“Um, wow.” That’s all I can manage as my eyes feast upon vibrators, dildos, and plugs of all shapes and sizes. “Do you use them all?” I ask with a gulp, and she chuckles.
“Have I? Mostly. Some I forgot existed at the bottom of the box. Some were gag gifts.”
I pick up a tiny glass penis and eye her. She presses her lips together and smothers a giggle.
“Gag gift. I'm sure one could think of a use for it, but nah–that's just cute. Next?”
I pick up a slender purple vibe that's soft to the touch. I turn the knob, but there aren’t any batteries in it. This doesn't get used. I look at her.
“Boring. Was great when I first started.” I roll my eyes like, obviously, and a chuckle leaves her as I put it in a pile with the cute glass peen.
Looks like we're sorting now too. I pick up a larger phallic object that has a suction cup at the bottom of it and wiggle it at her. She covers her mouth with her hand.
“Let me guess, shower fun?” She nods, her shoulders shaking with silent laughter. I eye her again, and she shrugs her shoulders. My eyes widen as I suddenly imagine her suctioning that in weird places in her shower.
“That was okay, but it’s not as fun as–” she searches and pulls out a much better version of it that's firmer, has more ridges, and–oh, my gosh–it vibrates.
She sets the power tool in my hand and pushes another button on it that makes it vibrate harder and move in my hand. I look up at her Cheshire grin.
“How’s this work? I mean, which way do you go about using that sucker?”
“Well, plenty of ways. I get creative.”
Instant hard-on. I gulp, then clear my throat. I’d love to see that in action.
“So, um, which ones are your favorites?”
“I'd like to see you guess.”
“Ha. Okay.”
“I'll name the category, you pick the toy.”
I relax a little, sensing she's having a bit of fun with this.
“Favorite vibe.”
I look up at her. She grins.
“Hang on, I'll help and sort these out.” She makes several groups. “There.”
Okay, that does help. I pick up a larger stick vibe and hold it out, then quickly set it back down because she said the other was boring.
I reach for a small bullet thingy, but she shakes her head.
I decide to pick up a crazy-looking thing with bunny ears that curves into a G-spot wand.
She presses her lips together, so I test the ‘on’ button–and it works.
I smirk up at her and test the settings. My eyes bug at the power.
“Which setting is your fave?”
She takes it from me and hits a few other buttons, and I watch in fascination as the rabbit's ears dance and beads swirl in the base of the wand. Hmm.
“Nice. Please put me out of my misery and pull out your fave from each group. I'll never guess.”
“Okay then. You've been a good sport thus far.”
It's my turn to chuckle, and I watch as she mulls over her options.
She sets out the shower toy, the G-spot vibe, another daunting G-spot thingy, and a black plug of commendable size.
I chew on my inner cheek, imagining her using these.
How does she take that plug? I shiver just picturing her lube it up and, what, slide it in?
Fuck it in? Gah… There's no way she doesn't have to work up to it, and there are so many possibilities for all these things that my dirty mind can't handle.
I pick up the plug she picked out and admire the crystal on the bottom.
It has a button. Shit, this buzzes too. She snickers and pushes it a few times, and not only does it come to life it moves as well, with an extra press of a different button. Well, just…fuck.
“Cupcake, you have no idea the things I'm imagining in my brain right now,” I grind out as I look up at her lustfully. I reach forward and grab the center of her shirt, twisting it in my fist as I pull her to me for a hot kiss.
“Well, I mean, I have a semblance of an idea,” she brattily mutters back.
“Such a bratty mouth today.” I shake my head in a teasing manner.
“You like me bratty,” she challenges.
“I like you any way I can have you.” I look back down at the toys.
“But we're going to have to do something about this attitude.” I slide my eyes back up to hers, and her breath hitches.
With my fingers still coiled tightly in her shirt, I pull my lips back within mere millimeters of hers and whisper, “Strip.”
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Holly
Air is stuck in my lungs as Jaxon's hot lips linger near mine.
“Strip.”
His fingers unwind from my shirt, letting me ease back on the bed, and his lust-filled gaze rakes over me as I lift the hem of my shirt over my head and drop it to the floor. He hums approvingly as he begins placing toys back in the box.
“Keep going. Are these all fully charged?” he asks of the few left out as I stand to take care of my jeans.
Jax reaches out and flicks open the button of them for me, eyes full of patience on mine as he waits for his answer.
I nod, and he pulls down my zipper before returning to cleaning up the toys while watching me slide down my pants.
He scoots my faves toward the end of the bed, and anticipation zings throughout my body at the mere idea of him using them on me.
“Good. Now lose the bra and show me those gorgeous tits.”
Jaxon rises from the bed, pulling his tee over the back of his head.
I'm treated to a delectable show of his cut lines, abs, and ink on those illegal biceps.
A delicious curl of want tugs in my lower belly, and I ache to reach out and draw my fingers along his skin.
He plucks the button on his jeans, pushing his pants and boxers down in one smooth move that has me practically salivating.
The man is gorgeous. His cock is gorgeous.
The smug look on his face says he knows I like what I see.
“Now, show me what's mine.”
I lose all ability to think as the word mine bounces around the walls of my brain.
Jaxon notices my lapse in thought and prowls toward me, his fingers ghosting up my inner thigh as he grasps the front of my throat and tilts my mouth up to his.
A breathy gasp escapes me as his eyes bore into me and the pads of his fingertips dance over the damp fabric of my panties.
“This is mine,” he says with certainty as his fingers press more insistently against my aching center. A soft sound of resignation leaves me, and since I don't argue, he rewards me with a light rub of my clit. Heat floods through me, and I know my panties just got wetter.
“Since you're having a hard time coming to terms with that, I'll help a little.” He pecks my lips before letting go of my throat to allow his fingers to delve beneath my waistband before grasping and pulling them down. They drop the rest of the way, and I step out.
“Give them to me.”
I bend to grab them, then deposit them into his open hand. When he lifts them and inhales my scent, my knees feel wobbly.
“Crawl onto the bed, Holly. I want to see every inch of you. Don’t be shy.”
Gulping, I crawl up onto the bed, looking over my shoulder as his eyes travel the length of me before returning to mine. The heat there is enough to rattle me.
“Spread your legs.”
Biting my bottom lip, I oblige, sliding my knees wide. His eyes darken to a deeper hue as he bites his lip and groans softly.
“You’re waiting so patiently. Are you perhaps done being bratty with me?” His darkened eyes flicker from between my legs to my eyes.
“Yes.”
“Good choice. I won’t edge you as long as I was planning to.”