Kip
It's wild to think Darby doesn't see how gorgeous he is. Then again, I know better than most that how you see yourself and how the world sees you can be two very different things.
I grip the massive dildo, curling my fingers around its intimidating girth. "Sky wanted you to use this thing on yourself?"
"Yep."
"It's awfully big."
"I know."
I suck in a breath. "You sure you could take it all?"
"That is one thing I am one hundred percent confident about," he fires back.
"Is that so?" I ask, and I hear that slapping sound again, like his brain might be catching up to what's going on here.
Is every single thing about this situation completely unexpected?
Absolutely.
Right now, I'm meant to be doing some last-minute shopping before heading back home to put the finishing touches on the Christmas decorations before everyone comes over tomorrow.
Do I want this to ever stop?
Hell, no.
"Thought we agreed no more self-slapping."
"I'm sorry."
I'm about to tell him he doesn't need to apologize when he adds, "Maybe you can take care of that for me next time?"
God, yes.
Adrenaline surges through me, and my fingers clamp down around the giant dildo until my knuckles turn white. Man, it's thick. I once did costuming for a porn shoot—yes, there are some clothes in porn—and this thing would give any of those dudes a run for their money.
I turn my attention back to Darby. "If that's what you want," I reply. "But I'd like to take you out on a few dates first."
"You would?"
"Yeah. I don't do hookups or one-night stands."
"Me either. I just… You want to take me out?"
"I promise not to sing."
He laughs. "Unless I ask you to?"
"Maybe."
I glance back down at the dildo and think about what Sky said. It's completely ludicrous, and I totally understand Darby's reluctance to use it on himself in public.
But we're not in public now.
The store is closed.
He's locked in a changing room.
It's just him and me.
Mitch is still a good thirty minutes away, and knowing him as well as I do, he'll call the second he's on his way.
Sky obviously knows Darby a million times better than I do, but I suspect I know what he was trying to get him to do. Take a chance and do something wild and completely out of character in the hopes that by doing it, Darby might see himself in a new light.
I'm determined not to let Sky's efforts go to waste.
"Will you do something for me?" I ask.
"Of course."
I place the dildo by the slit near the door handle we normally use to hand clothes back and forth. "Will you fuck yourself with this thing?"