18. Paige
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Paige
Last night was torture. Even though the gel’s cooling abilities were pleasant, finding a comfortable position was downright impossible. I didn’t manage to fall asleep until the early morning, which is why the clock shows one PM when I wake up.
Just to check, I attempt a movement in my shoulder, readying myself for the wincing pain, but it doesn’t come. I do another roll, to be sure, and once again, the burn doesn’t come. I don’t know what the hell was in Kim’s magic gel, but I’d kiss her on the mouth if she were here.
Practically jumping out of bed and into the bathroom, I turn sideways to the mirror. My skin is still burned, but the difference is astounding. After doing my business and brushing my teeth, I enter the open-plan living space.
I quickly type out a thank you text to Dad’s number, addressing it to Kim for being an absolute lifesaver before opening a text from Jordan.
We couldn’t wait for you to wake up any longer, and we’re guessing you won’t be seeing the sun today, so we took a day trip on scooters. Get some rest.
“Hello?” I call out. “Anyone here?”
No one answers. Huh. I guess I have the villa to myself, which is perfect because I need to start writing. This could be my only opportunity to try out that toy.
My chest deflates as a voice sounds out from outside. “Housekeeping.”
I reach it just as the housekeeper uses her key to enter.
She startles, her warm brown eyes widening. “I can come back later.”
“No, it’s okay. I just need a minute, and I’ll get out of your hair.” I plaster on a smile to make her more comfortable.
“I only need half an hour.”
In my room, I throw on a pair of shorts and a loose shirt that covers my shoulders. Within a few minutes, I’m walking toward one of the restaurants in the resort. I need coffee and food.
The villa is still empty when I get back, my roommates nowhere to be found.
It’s a relief considering I got distracted and Googled three different plants I found on my way from the restaurant, wasting precious alone time.
I chew my bottom lip as I reach my room, steeling myself for what I obviously need to do.
I only have five more days to write and edit my newest column.
The first step to doing that is trying out the little toy that sits inside my nightstand drawer.
The room is almost unrecognizable as I enter.
The bed is made with all the pillows spruced and the curtains are neatly organized.
The clothes that were strewn around from my sunburnt frenzy yesterday are all neatly arranged on top of a dresser.
Fuck, I’m a slob. I grab the pile of clothes and place it into a drawer, the least I can do.
Enough stalling, Paige. Time to try out a sex toy.
I let out a huff of agreement with myself and lock the door to the room. A black pouch awaits inside my nightstand drawer, spiking my heart rate.
Lube, I need lube.
It takes me a second to remember where I put it, before I realize it’s in the bathroom with all my other liquids.
Making sure to close both doors to the bathroom, I dig around my toiletry bag, finding a soft pink, unmarked bottle.
It’s one of those travel kit bottles that I bought specifically for this.
Holding everything I need in my hands, I exit the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I’m so distracted I bump into a lounge chair on my way to close the curtains the housekeeper so neatly arranged. Finally, I find my place on the bed.
The toy I’m trying today is supposed to imitate oral sex.
It’s purple and shaped like a rosebud, with a hole in the middle and an opening at the top.
The top hosts a small appendage, one that, I guess, acts like a tongue.
Not that I remember the feeling. Thinking about my past relationship is no way to get in the mood, so I let out a sigh and take all my clothes off.
The cool sheets are a godsend for my back and shoulders, which are better, but definitely not fully healed.
Dabbing a generous amount of lube onto the small purple tongue, I spread my knees wide, hoping the position will give me some courage. I place the top of the bud onto my clit and click the button to turn it on.
“Oh,” I breathe out.
The sensations start right away, but they’re not uncomfortable.
No, the tongue is working magic on my poor, neglected clit, while the circle around it creates mind-blowing suction.
My eyes close, the feeling overwhelming.
My mind drifts on its own, imagining Ryan taking his shirt off.
Ryan in his delivery uniform. I try to push those thoughts away, but it only makes them more intense.
Even the sheets now smell like him. He’s between my legs, his purple tongue flicking quickly over my clit.
A whimper escapes me as my pussy clenches over nothing, my body racing toward an orgasm.
As if my thoughts conjured him, a doorknob clicks, and Ryan appears in the doorway, his blue eyes wide with shock.
My hand freezes, the toy still buzzing and the little tongue sending zings of electricity through my clit. It feels like an eternity before I finally snap out of it, dropping the vibrator and pulling the sheet up to my neck.
“What the hell are you doing?” My voice is laced with panic.
“Me?” He points a finger at his chest. Black overtakes his eyes, as they frantically move from where the toy buzzed just a second ago and back to my face.
“I needed something from my room. I think the better question would be what are you doing here?” He lifts a single eyebrow, the gravel of his voice traveling to where the battery-operated toy was mere seconds ago.
“Your room?” His words don’t make any sense. Besides, how did he get in? Haven’t I locked the door?
“Yes, Paige. My room.” He opens a drawer of the dresser and instead of the random clothes I put into it just fifteen minutes ago, he extracts a pair of black boxers.
“This is my underwear.” He drops the boxers back into the drawer.
From inside the nightstand drawer, he lifts a book, the one he was reading on the plane.
“This is my book. He places both of his hands on his hips, a smug look on his face. “And this is my room.”
Like I’m seeing it for the first time, I look around with wide eyes, my heart hammering in my chest. “Your room…”
“Look, if you want it, you can just ask for it. No need for the act.” The corner of his lips lifts into a smirk.
My stomach in knots, my skin breaking out in hives, I let out a shaky breath. “I think I’m in the wrong room.”
This time, he crosses his arms in front of his chest. “Seriously, Paige. I don’t think that toy is as good as the real thing. But we can try to help you decide.”
With a growl, I throw a pillow at his face. It connects to his shoulder, making him chuckle. I grab the sheet, keeping it tight around my body, and scatter off to the hallway, indignation coursing through me.
“That’s my sheet, Paige,” he calls out just as my hand reaches the doorknob.
I lower the lever, and nothing happens. “Of course, it’s locked,” I mutter under my breath.
“What’s that?” Ryan asks, his smirk in place as I crab-walk to the bathroom until I finally, finally enter the sanctity of my room.
I lock the door behind me and, like in slow-motion, slide down to the floor. The sheet pools around me, the cursed sex toy hidden somewhere underneath,
How is this possible?
Looking at the room in front of me, they’re pretty much identical.
The housekeeper made sure everything was nice and neat, so there were no personal items to give me a hint.
I was so distracted by my task that I completely zoned out and exited the bathroom to my left—which is where my bedroom is at home.
I locked this door and pulled the curtains in his room.
And now, he caught me masturbating. No, he actually caught me on the brink of an orgasm while a silicone toy was doing cunnilingus on me and my mind was imagining him in its place.
This has got to be rock bottom.
A groan escapes my clogged throat. I should be mortified. Well, my ears are burning, my chest still heaves, and my lips are chewed through. But there’s a feeling stronger than that pulsing inside of me. Lust.
There was a split second when Ryan walked in where my desire-drunk mind conjured a scene where he joined in on the action. Pushed the toy away and showed me how a real man does it. That little silicone tongue was amazing, but somehow, I know he’d be better.
My clit still pulses with need, desperate for someone or something to finish the job.
It has a mind of its own, leading me up from the floor and down onto the bed.
I don’t risk another incident with the vibrator.
Instead, I get under the covers and slip my fingers down my body. My pussy is drenched.
My hand works quick circles around my clit, my abs clenching.
Not asking for my consent, my mind brings back the scenario in which Ryan replaced the toy between my legs.
His light gray eyes are dark with lust as his beard tickles my inner thighs, his tongue sending me to heaven and back.
It only takes me a minute before I’m whimpering out my orgasm.
As I come down from my high, embarrassment heats my belly but unlike before, it’s not fully uncomfortable.