Chapter 15 #2
I wince, not wanting to think about my sister and her fiancé at the moment. “Something to do with the first time Troy and Sarina had sex. Though, I believe there was an alien-shaped condom involved, too.” At Patton’s raised brow, I quickly say, “Never mind.”
Patton’s thumb brushes over one of the buttons, making the wand vibrate in his hand. With a sly smile, he drags the buzzing helmet down my stomach to the top of my slit, making my skin come alive under the vibration.
He pauses with a frown. “I don’t love the idea of Darth Vader going down on you.”
“Jealous? He does have a commanding presence.”
Patton doesn’t miss a beat. Still spooning me, he thrusts back inside me in one deliberate stroke, stealing the breath from my lungs. “Pretty sure I’m doing just fine in the ‘commanding presence’ department.”
He lowers the vibrator to my clit, and my entire body arches as waves of current run down my legs, curling my toes. My fingers fist the sheets as Patton starts moving again, increasing his rhythm and fucking me with such hard and fast strokes, I lose my breath.
His other hand roams over my chest, finding my nipple, twisting and pinching until I’m trembling in his arms. My pleasure mounts with every low groan I wrench from his throat and the rough drag of his breath against my skin.
Our moans mix with the sounds of our bodies colliding and the hum of the vibrator like a wild symphony, each note clashing in the most perfectly erotic tempo. The room is a cacophony of chaotic sounds, lustful sighs, and breathless gasps.
Filthy pleasure and unbridled need.
My orgasm looms right within reach as Patton rolls the vibrator over my clit, creating a hurricane inside my core as he continues to pound into me with a quickened pace.
He wasn’t kidding when he said he wouldn’t take it easy on me.
He pulls out almost all the way before slamming back in so hard, I cry out again. “Oh my God. Oh, God, Patton. Please don’t stop. I’m so clo—”
“I am your father.”
My climax comes to a screeching halt as the words die on my tongue. My eyes fly open.
What. The. Fuck?
I turn to glance over my shoulder at Patton, who looks like a deer in headlights. “Did you . . .? Did you just say that?”
“No, of course I didn’t.” He jerks the toy in his hand. “It was this—”
“That’s it. Don’t underestimate the power of the Dark Side.”
An incredulous laugh bubbles out of me. “Oh my God. It talks?!”
“I knew there was a reason it terrified me.” He holds the thing out like it’s trying to bite him before pressing what looks like a mute button.
“The Force is strong with you.”
I’m shaking with laughter now, watching Patton frantically push the button over and over, only for the wand to buzz louder.
“Who knew Vader’s dirty talk was so on point.” I wheeze.
Patton scowls at me before his dark brows pinch, looking at the tool in his hand. “What the fuck is wrong with this thing?” He hits the power button, but instead of turning off, the toy only gets louder, like it’s feeding off our panic. “How does it turn off?”
“Together, we can rule the galaxy.”
Patton fumbles with the buttons again before twisting Darth Vader’s head like he’s hoping to rip it clean off his body. “Die, you piece of shit!”
“I must obey my master!”
I’m in full-body hysterics, tears leaking down to my temple, as I watch my ex-husband rage at the dildo in his hand before he hurls it to the floor. Darth Vader lands with a thud on the carpet, finally going silent.
Still giggling, I try to catch my breath. But one look at Patton’s clenched jaw, and I spiral all over again.
Patton grabs my jaw, turning me to face him, clearly trying to get back some semblance of control. “Fucking Darth Vader is a bigger asshole than I thought.”
Another laugh bubbles up through me, but I try to control it by cupping my ex-husband’s head in my hands and bringing his lips to mine. My lips tremble with laughter, earning me an annoyed groan.
We’re finally back to reclaiming the spark we almost lost, with his fingers rubbing circles over my clit and our tongues dueling in another heated kiss when—
“You have failed me for the last time.”
“When I left you, I was but the learner. Now I’m the master.”
That’s when I double over once again, wheezing so hard my ribs ache and my shoulders shake.
Patton groans into the pillow. “I think we can safely say this is the end of our Star Wars kink era.”
I’m in stitches, holding my side. “Pretty sure the Force wants nothing to do with us.”
“That’s it.” Patton swings his legs over the side of the bed, his hair mussed and still looking like the beautiful naked Greek god he is. “I’m throwing this asshole into the garbage. He’ll see what the real Dark Side looks like.”
He’s just reaching for the still-vibrating toy when the bedroom door swings open and in lumbers his giant bloodhound, ears swinging like curtains and eyes permanently mournful.
Both Patton and I watch, frozen in place, as Bob pads into the room like a detective on a case.
He’d come bounding toward me last night when Patton and I entered his house, wagging his tail and sniffing every inch of me like he was on duty before Patton snuck us into his room without letting Bob in.
But somehow, the dog figured out how to open his door.
He’s still got my flowery bra in his mouth—the blush-colored one with the soft lace that I looked for so many times after I left Patton’s home in L.A.
Bob takes a quick account of us on the bed before sniffing the toy beneath him. I try not to die of mortification that he can probably smell me on Darth Vader’s helmet.
“Bob, leave it,” Patton warns, half-rising from his spot.
But it’s too late. Because Bob makes a faster decision in that moment, discarding my bra and picking up the vibrator in his jowls.
With a wag of his tail and one glance over his shoulder at us, he walks out like he’s gotten exactly what he came for.
When he disappears down the hall, we hear, “You have failed me for the last time,” sending me into another fit of giggles, though I try to cover my mouth with my hand.
“Great.” Patton drags his hand over his face. “My dog has bonded with a Sith Lord sex toy. Probably because it smells like you.”
His words melt more of the ice that’s been thawing for quite some time now, and I know, even though I haven’t spent much time with his sweet dog, that I’m going to fall hard and fast for him.
“I told people the bra was just a phase. And now . . . this.”
I shrug, trying to keep my mouth from fidgeting. “I mean, at least he’s consistent. Clearly, he’s got a type.”
Patton’s eyes roam down my body, heating as he speaks. “Yeah. You.”