CHAPTER 10
Pumpkins and wine and lube, oh my.
I HAD A HABIT of falling too hard and too fast and always managed to be shocked when my heart wound up battered and bruised in the end.
But something told me it wouldn’t be like that this time. It wouldn’t be like that with Cam.
I knew immediately as I watched him gazing thoughtfully at my collection of sex toys lined up neatly across my bed. He would rub his chin deep in concentration before reaching out, changing the order, placing his hands on his hips, then repeating the process. Over and over and over.
It was the absolute fucking cutest.
Had I expected Cam to get drunk off of only two glasses of wine while we carved our pumpkins? Absolutely not. Did I completely adore it? Well, I wasn’t made of stone. It was the most delightful fucking thing I had ever been blessed to witness.
Had I also expected him to accept my drunken challenge that he couldn’t correctly place all of my dildos in order from least favorite to most cherished?
Yes, I had. Which was why I had suggested it.
How could he turn it down when I had promised he could get me to do one thing he wanted, anything at all, if he won?
It was a dangerous gamble, but there was no way he would get it. One of these was not like the others. It had a secret. And because it looked plain and unassuming, I just knew Cam wouldn’t figure it out.
And that would mean I would get him to do whatever I wanted.
After we’d fled from the cemetery guard like a couple of errant teenagers sneaking around where they shouldn’t be, we'd struggled through the corn maze for at least another half an hour before making our way out and back to the deserted pumpkin festival and back home. Despite the late hour, we had broken out a bottle of wine and carved our pumpkins in the middle of my kitchen floor. We’d then salted and baked the seeds in the oven.
Something that Cam had never done but was curious to try.
I know, I know, maybe knives and wine weren’t a good combination. But we both made it through unscathed. Our pumpkins however... Let’s just say they were the ugliest little Jack-O-Lanterns I had ever seen, and I loved them. They were proudly being displayed on my front porch.
Jinx had even joined in on the fun, diving in and nibbling at the pumpkin guts until he was stuffed full. His fuzzy little head ended up covered in stringy orange bits and we’d left him hanging upside-down in my spell room to sleep off his food coma.
When it had seemed like the night was over and we would be getting ready for bed, that was when Cam asked about my... collection. It seemed what Alice had said had left him curious, and he’d asked at the first opportunity.
And, under the influence of liquid courage, it had taken me a good ten minutes to round up every single dildo that I had stashed around my house in my buzzed haze. Cam had helped in the weirdest drunken Easter egg hunt of my life.
Every time we’d found one, we’d call out things like, “Got another!” or “Why would it be here?” and “This one’s a pretty color!”
I had... many. Nineteen, to be precise. I needed to get another just to make it an even number.
But my collection didn’t bother Cam in the slightest. Thus, our drunken bet.
Now, I wasn’t heartless; correctly arranging nineteen dildos was, I could admit, a tall order.
I had given him some leeway. That was, Cam would win the bet if he got at least ten of them correct.
And he had to get my favorite one right as well.
He was slowly getting there, with seven currently in the right spots.
When he swapped out the blue anal beads with an equally as bumpy dildo of sparkling black for the fifth spot, I clapped.
“Good job!” I was full-on giggling now. “That’s eight right so far!”
Cam smirked. “You seem far too happy for someone about to lose our bet.”
He then proceeded to shuffle another two toys around making it nine.
“Look at you go!” I took a long sip directly from the bottle of wine. “One more! You still don’t have the first one right, though,” I sing-songed.
The toy that took the number one spot, the echelon of all of my dildos, was currently in last place.
It wasn’t obnoxiously big like some of the others, nor was it flashy or textured.
It was a plain, unassuming purple with a small handle at the end that made it easy to grip onto.
Its end curved ever so slightly upward and, when it was turned on to that one specific vibration setting that I loved, that deliciously angled tip would peg my prostate with perfect precision.
It could make me cum untouched in less than thirty seconds. Every single time. I’d call it “ol’ reliable” if that name wasn’t a complete turn-off.
Cam swapped two more, but it didn’t change how many he currently had correct. At my quiet snickering, Cam adorably grumbled,
“Can’t I have a hint please?”
I snorted, “A hint? Now, how is that fair for me? I’ve already worked the bet to your advantage.”
From where I was sitting with my legs crossed on my bed, Cam turned his gaze upward, giving me those damn big eyes.
“Uh uh, nope. Not ‘gonna work.” I sat the nearly empty wine bottle on the nightstand and crossed my arms. “Those puppy eyes won’t work on me this time, mister.”
He leaned forward from his position cross-legged on the floor, his chin propped onto the edge of the mattress as he somehow – witchcraft probably – made his eyes even bigger. He even stuck out his bottom lip in a little pout. Cheeky devil.
“Ughh, fine,” I groaned, caving entirely. Who was I kidding, I didn’t even stand a chance. “One hint. That’s it. But,” I warned him, “if you don’t get Vic’s Top Toy with one more swap, then you lose. Deal?”
His eyes brightened and he nodded excitedly, accepting the challenge.
I gave it some serious thought, needing to come up with something that wouldn’t completely give it away. My brain was still a little hazy from the alcohol, so it was taking tremendous effort. A headache was forming behind my eyes by the time I figured it out.
“This one isn’t like the others, and it just so happens to be my favorite color. While three of these are in the same shade, guess it right and you’ll have it made.”
If I hadn’t been buzzing from the wine, I’d have cringed at how much of a dork that made me sound like.
But Cam didn’t laugh at my corny, silly little rhyme.
He studied the dildos with a newfound intensity.
As if he had staked his very life on solving this puzzle.
I practically held my breath as he reached out, hesitantly pulled back, then reached out again, this time with confidence.
And when he swapped the toy sitting in its lonely spot at the end with the one at the very front, the grin that broke out on my face was so ridiculously wide I probably looked crazy.
With a wave of my hands, I sent an obscene amount of glittery rainbow confetti raining down on Cam. He looked up, gaze wide and mouth slack in surprise, but then he smiled back at me, eyes twin gleaming pools of blue.
“I won,” he told me. Several pieces of confetti fell from his hair as he leaned forward.
Slowly inching forward as well, I chuckled, “You won.”
Then I sent more confetti playfully down upon his head. The colorful strands littered his hair, covering his shoulders and lap.
“What would you like for your prize?” I asked him in a low voice, ignoring the spread of dildos between us entirely. “Remember Cam, you can ask for anything.”
My gaze flicked to his lips and back up as his did the same.
Maybe I tilted my head to the side slightly, exposing my neck.
I constantly found him staring at it, so I assumed he liked it.
Maybe he wanted to nibble on it; I’d totally let him.
Perhaps I fluttered my lashes a little more.
Maybe I deliberately peeked my tongue out to wet my lips as his eyes settled on my mouth just to see what he would do next.
Cam’s bold request took me completely by surprise and my mouth popped open when he said,
“I want to use one of these on you.”
My mouth opened and closed on me like a fish out of water as I struggled to find my words.
I had nothing, left entirely speechless as I stared wide-eyed at Cam who was watching me expectantly.
No one had ever... No one had ever wanted to use toys on me and many ex-lovers had openly disliked them.
This was new territory for me, but I couldn’t deny that my heart was racing with what I could only define as excitement.
“You do?” I croaked. “But... why?”
Shut up, Vic. Shut your stupid mouth, I lectured myself.
“You said I could ask for anything or have you do anything that I wanted,” he reiterated simply, eyes meeting mine and holding there. “This is what I want.”
“But again... why?”
Vic, you idiot, just let the man do as he wishes! If he wants to fuck me with one of my dildos, who am I to deny him his guilty pleasures?!
“Is that a no, then?”
Shit, his gaze was eating me alive, intense and expectant.
I swallowed a dry, audible click, “No, it’s not.”
“Then can I choose?”
Oh goodness. My head bobbed up and down, and I then watched as he gathered all of the dildos and toys from my bed into his arms and deposited them into the nightstand drawer.
All but one. Not-so-little ol’ reliable.
My breath left me in a heady rush as he pulled the cherry flavored bottle of lube that I had stashed away and crawled onto the bed.
He knelt before me where I sat resting back against the headboard, still holding the dildo within his palm.
“You mean... right now?” I squeaked.
He cocked a brow at me. “You don’t want to?”
Oh god. I do. I do! I want that so bad. But all my loquacious self could mumble was, “Mhm.”