Chapter 13 To beknot to be #2
Gabbi follows me into the sitting room and purses her lips, tilting her head in thought… or, that’s what she’s supposed to be giving off. Really she just kind of looks like a constipated owl. I groan as we settle down on my favorite couch and set the bags down in front of us.
“Oh yeah, that’s no good. Well, what about the texter? How are things with him? I thought you liked him,” her voice is starting to sound more normal now and I send a silent prayer of thanks to the heavens.
I take a dramatic sigh and roll my eyes, “Not great. I think he’s all talk and no action.
I don’t think he’s ever gonna actually come visit me.
I just don’t want to get emotionally invested in someone who I’ve never even seen.
What if he does offer to come here and I think he’s butt ugly?
Now I’ve sexted someone who makes me wanna barf in my mouth?
Eek.” I shudder and stick out my tongue to enhance my act.
My head jerks to the side a little and I gasp, rubbing at my scalp.
I think that invisible fucker just pulled my hair!
Despite my annoyance I struggle to fight off a smile.
Good. Get mad you beautiful otherworldly bitch.
Gabbi tsks and shakes her head, “No—no that won’t do.
You need someone who isn’t afraid to show you who they are and stick around when shit gets weird, because let’s face it, you’re weird.
” Gabbi’s lips stretch into a saccharine smile and I can’t help grinning back at her, because she definitely just deviated from the script with that last bit.
I nod and ignore the tingling sensation running down my back. I open my mouth to say something as my phone dings, and then two more dings fire off in rapid succession. Oh, he’s real irritated now. “I just think—”
“Aren’t you gonna check your phone?” Gabbi quirks a dark, perfectly manicured brow.
I shrug and wave a hand in dismissal, “Nah, I’m not in the mood.
” The lights flicker, just a bit, and I roll my lips into my mouth to keep from smiling.
“Anyway, I think I need to sow my wild oats a little y’know?
Now that I’m single and unattached… I think it’s the perfect time to find a fuck buddy and get railed until I forget what day of the week it is.
” My eyes widen as I feel something cool and slimy, inching around the back of my neck.
My heart rate kicks up and I squeeze my legs against the pang of arousal that courses through me.
I have no idea what it is, but something is touching me and I know it’s him, somehow.
“Oh! I know—you should create a dating profile on HookUps,” Gabbi reaches into the bag in front of her and digs around in it.
I’m trying to ignore the thing that has now wrapped around my neck once and is reaching toward my mouth.
The substance tightens, not enough to choke me, but enough to send a pulse of longing straight to my clit.
My lips part on a gasp and the thing glides along my bottom lip, slithering into my mouth.
My heart is pounding and my panties are drenched.
What the fuck is this, Cian? I want to swirl my tongue around it and suck, but I can’t!
It’s not enough, I want him desperate. I want him to burn with a need so strong that he has no choice but to finally act, or risk imploding.
I reach a hand up and slap the invisible vine away, pulling on the cord around my neck as I open my mouth to croak, “Let’s do it. What are you looking for?”
“Well, I brought a bunch of snacks, but I also brought some props.”
“Props?”
“For your HookUps profile. If you want to attract the guys on there, you have to dress the part.” Gabbi pulls a skimpy aquamarine colored dress from the bag and grins.
I raise an eyebrow and look down at the bag sitting by my feet, “If that’s snacks and a napkin you’re calling a dress, what’s in here?” I motion toward the bag as I lean down to peek inside. This part of the plan was all Gabbi, considering she had a super short window to acquire this stuff.
My eyes widen in shock as I look up, “Is that—a ball gag?” I move the contents around and make a mental note to pay her for all this stuff.
Gabbi isn’t super big into sex toys, but I know novelty stuff like this can get expensive quick.
“Fuzzy handcuffs, edible panties, a—cock sleeve?” Color me impressed, Miss Hernandez!
Gabbi nods, “uh huh… and it has one of those knot things too. Oh—and it vibrates.” She shrugs and a dark blush heats her cheeks and spreads down her chest.
My jaw drops as I sit up and meet her eyes, “Holy shit, Gabs… this is perfect. Seriously. Damn. Alright, sign me up for that app, quick. I wanna try this shit out!”
Gabbi laughs and I join in, giggling louder as Cian sends a more insistent blast of air to my back, and my phone sounds off in my hand as I pass it over to Gabbi. I see his name on the screen and bite my lip with anticipation. Operation Ghost Cock is firmly in motion.
I brainstorm where I want to be when he finally shows up after Gabbi leaves tonight and smile. I know his name now, and the last time I was in the bath I promised him I’d be screaming it. Your move, lover boy.