She nods, her eyes full of mischief.
I stand, practically forcing her to plant her feet on the ground or topple over, and she tries to stifle a giggle as I tell everyone bye. When people start groaning about us leaving early, I stop saying bye and start telling them to fuck off.
"We already have one surly Sterling. We don't need two," Dane calls from behind me, causing me to roll my eyes, even though Harley laughs.
My hand keeps a tight grip on Harley's hip as we quickly leave. It's not until we're in the car that she turns to face me.
"I want to try something different tonight," she says, her eyes on me as she smiles.
"Oh? You mean something different than the other million different things we've done this week?" I muse.
"Yes. Something different that I've never done before."
My cock practically jumps in my pants. "Please tell me this is sex related and you're not going to announce checkers or something."
She laughs. "I've played checkers. But I haven't done … other things."
"Sex related things?" I ask again.
She leans over, kissing my shoulder. "Yes," she whispers, and I groan.
In the past two weeks, everything changed. Sex got better, because we weren't skipping straight to it. Sitting across from Harley in a crowded restaurant where I can't fuck her was torture. Sitting beside her in the movies-where every damn seat was filled-was just as brutal.
Don't even get me started on the parties we've attended. Kids are around. No fucking in the bathroom allowed.
I'm worried I've somehow become a sex addict since meeting her.
"You looked more comfortable tonight," I say, trying to steer my mind away from the topic that has me painfully hard.
"I like Ruby. I like them all, actually. But I got to know Ruby better tonight. You didn't tell me she gave you some of your tattoos."
"She's tattooed all of us at some point. Back when she was learning, we were test subjects. More Corbin than any of us."
She coughs on air. "That's risky."
"Her dad is one of the most coveted tattooists in the country. Ruby was at expert level before she ever touched skin with ink. No one was worried."
"What's her dad like?" she asks idly.
"Fucking scary." I shudder dramatically, and she laughs under her breath. "He's also insanely protective. I pity Corbin."
I expect more laughter, but when silence is all that greets me, I look over to see her staring thoughtfully out the window.
"I wonder what that's like."
"A scary father?" I ask, confused.
"A protective father," she says quietly.
My stomach twists, and my chest gets tight. Harley carved her path on her own without anyone in her corner.
I say the first stupid thing I can think of just to fill the silence.
"My parents invited us to dinner this weekend."
Her head swivels so fast I'm worried it's going to fall off. My eyes are back on the road, and I wait for her to respond.
"I'd like that," she finally says, a smile in her voice.
I relax a little, and the conversation comes easily after that. As soon as we're at the house, we walk in, and I try to remain calm. Composed.
Really? All I want to do is run to that room, strip her down, and do whatever it is she plans for tonight.
I empty out my pockets, put my dead phone on the charger, and suddenly Harley is peering back at me over her shoulder on her way to our room of kink.
"You coming?" she asks.
"Pun intended?"
"Happy accident," she says on a laugh.
She squeals when I give chase, and I stifle a grin when she stumbles into the room like she's trying to get away from me.
She eyes the large chest on the ground. That chest had all those edible things.
And the fucking anal numbing gel that rocked our world in the wrong direction.
"I want to try something … different." She gives me a coy grin while slowly stripping out of her clothes.
"So you said," I tell her, slowly sliding into the dominant role she loves so much-in the bedroom.
I love how she just keeps stripping until she's completely naked, and she crawls over the bed, looking over her shoulder like a wet dream.
"I want … to try … the butt plug."
I choke on air, then cough to mask it, and end up strangling like I just swallowed a vile full of acid.
What the ever-loving-fuck is a butt plug?
My phone … is in the other room … and dead.
Shit.
"Oh?" I ask, trying to recover as she gives me a shy grin over her shoulder.
"Yes," she says shakily, almost unsure. "I read that it can make everything really intense. I thought … I want to try it with you. And nothing has ever been back there, but I know you had that gel. And I also know you like anal stuff, and heard butt plugs were a great start."
I've never done anal … and honestly … don't want to. Obviously I can't tell her that and look like a jackass.
Swallowing hard, I try to look like I know what I'm doing when I go to the chest. Shouldn't be too hard to identify something that goes in the ass. Right?
Lube. Definitely need that.
I pick it up, then skim all the weird toys. Cock ring. I know that one. Why couldn't that be what she wants to try? No. No. What if that motherfucker cut off the circulation in my dick?
I glance back to see her watching me, and realize she may see right through me. "Eyes forward."
She snaps her head to the front, and I blow out a breath while trying to-
There! That looks like a silver suppository. It has to be for the ass!
It almost resembles a massive pill capsule. No doubt it's the right thing.
I pick it up, glancing back to see her still staring ahead and not at me, and I start investigating the toy. Smooth. Sleek. Definitely the right thing.
I push a button, and the thing starts vibrating. Apparently it has batteries. Perfect.
Smirking, I put lube on it, acting like a pro now that I'm confident I have the right thing, and I slide in behind her.
The vibrating noise has her tensing and shivering in anticipation.
"You're sure about this?" I ask her.
"Positive," she says breathily.
Right then. Only one thing left to do.
My eyes zero in on her ass, and my hand strokes one perfect globe. She moans and pushes back against me, and I squeeze it. Maybe I was too hasty to dismiss this, because I do love Harley's ass.
Shakily, I push the butt plug in, working it in slowly. Harley tenses, but it's small enough that it doesn't seem to hurt her. "You okay?" I ask her softly.
"Mmm," is all she manages to respond.
I keep working it in, feeling her slowly start to relax as it continues to vibrate.
"I wasn't expecting vibrations," she says in a soft pant.
Just as I get it pushed all the way in, that thing shoots up inside her like a rocket. A lubed rocket.
My eyes widen when it pretty much disappears. How does it come back out?
"Dale," she whimpers. "It's too much. Out. Get it out."
Oh … shit.
I try to soothe her while not panicking. How the hell do I get it out of her ass when it's holding the damn thing hostage?
"Just breathe," I tell her, kissing the small of her back. "I'll be right back."
"What?" she shrieks as I rush to my phone, hoping it has enough charge on it.
How do I remove a butt plug? Yes, that's what I type into Google.
Images immediately pop up, and I get a little queasy. These all look like … actual plugs. They either have cordage or a pacifier-type ring at the end to stop the thing from going inside. All the way. Like the silver thing I just used on Harley went inside. All the way.
They all have something that stays outside of the ass for removal purposes.
Oh no. Oh fuck me. Oh motherfucker. What have I done?
I rush back into the room, seeing Harley shudder. "The vibrating is too much. The pressure … Dale, please get it out.
"I fucked up," I tell her, swallowing against the knot in my throat.
"What?"
"I used the wrong thing," I say again while silently calculating the distance to the ER. How do I get her in the car? What if moving her lodges it in deeper?
Will she need surgery?!
"I have to call my dad. It has to come out, and you need someone who can do it without hurting you."
"No!" she shouts, glaring over her shoulder then whimpering and wincing like the fast motion jarred the thing in her. "I'm not meeting your father like this! He's not going to dig something out of my ass, Dale. No. Just no."
Then I realize there's one person I can call to make this all go away.
"I have someone else."
"Hurry," she groans. "And it better not be anyone in your damn family."
I dial the number as quickly as possible.
"Dale, if you're calling to weasel out of your upcoming punishment, save it. Because-"
"Bella, I need you to come over. And bring all the medical tools you have for … "
I let the words trail off as Harley's furious scowl forms.
"For what? Dale, what's wrong?" Now I've panicked a pregnant woman.
"For removing something from someone's ass."
Kill. Me. Now.
"Okay … No gerbils, though, right?"
"No gerbils," I promise her, watching as Harley drops her head to the bed and curses.