Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
“Pleasure isn’t everything,” Russell says.
“And what is?” Jonas turns his attention to the quiet man in the baseball cap.
“Peace.” Russell says the word with a nod that punctuates it like a period at the end of a sentence.
“That’s definitely what you get when you don’t let men into your life to complicate it.” Tom reaches for his beer and takes a long swig. “I get the feeling that Allie doesn’t trust easily. Or maybe it’s that she’s scared to make mistakes.”
“I wouldn’t be a mistake,” I say. “I’d be an awesome ride. Like a rollercoaster. Hold on tight.” Gabe punches me in the shoulder, and we both laugh. “Maybe we should make it our mission,” I say. “One of us should show that beautiful girl what she’s missing.”
“That sounds a little creepy,” Oliver says.
I raise my hands, palms facing out. “That’s not how I meant it. I’ve been watching Allie when we’re talking about sex. She shifts around like she’s turned on. She blushes and licks her lips. She’s thinking about it and stifling herself. It would be like helping her wake up from a long sleep.”
“Sounds like you’re volunteering.” There’s a challenge in Oliver’s voice. A definite challenge that tells me he wants it to be him. Every man in this room wants to be the one. But we can’t all fuck her, can we? Firstly, she wouldn’t want that in a million years, and secondly, she’d be a physical wreck after.
“Not volunteering,” I say, “But I’m ready to step in if the lady requires me to.”
“Chivalry is alive and well.” There’s no malice in Stefan’s statement, but an amusement that tells me he gets what I’m saying. He’d volunteer too if he got the chance.
“So, we make it our mission to show Allie what she’s missing, if she wants us too?” I ask the group.
“This is a bad idea,” Oliver says, staring at the floor, gritting his teeth hard enough to shatter them.
“Why? She’s grown. She’s intelligent. She can do what the hell she likes.”
He shakes his head but meets my eyes, face grim with challenge. “But she has to be the one to suggest it.” The dude is always laying down the law like some frustrated parent.
“Or we could make a proposal,” I suggest. “A proposal?” Gabe says, mulling the idea.
“Saying it that way doesn’t make it romantic.” Russell shakes his head, and I wonder if he might end up being a thorn in my side. If he doesn’t want to get involved, that’s his business. The door is open, and the outside world waits for us all.
“I’ve got plenty of romance in me,” I say.
The sound of a throat clearing draws our attention to Allie, who’s halfway down the stairs. Shit. How much did she hear?
“Hand on heart, I didn’t expect to come down and hear you guys talking about romance,” she says, taking the final few steps.
Jimmy jumps up. “So, what did you come down for?”
“I left my phone down here,” she says, reaching for it.
It’s been sitting on the coffee table the whole time.
“Goodnight,” Allie says for the second time, and we all wave again. When she’s out of earshot, there’s a collective groan.
“Do you think it was still recording?” Stefan asks the question we were all thinking.
“I don't know,” I say, “but I guess we’re going to find out tomorrow.”
11
ALLIE
There’s a song on a loop in my head as I strip from my evening clothes, searching out my comfy pajama shorts and button up shirt. Ten purple vibrating cocks on the bed, ten purple vibrating cocks on the bed, take one down and pass it around, nine purple vibrating cocks on the bed.
I snigger but it’s only half amusement. The other half is nervous laughter because I've been trying to avoid studying the vibrators the men made in any kind of detail. To do so seems invasive, like I’m peeking into their bedrooms, finding them naked and staring at their cocks.
It’s ridiculous, of course. The whole point of doing this exercise is so I’ll be able to see what they’re actually talking about when they’re discussing their genitalia. Clever idea, Kirsty. In rubber, their cocks are completely inanimate.
At least, that’s what I’m telling myself.
Just look at them. Stop being such a blushing virgin. There’s no one around to see. I pick up the nearest one, studying the thickness of it, the sheer heft of so much flesh. It has a wide flared head and as I try to wrap my fingers around it, I find that I can’t. Whoa…what the hell. How does someone walk around with something this big and unwieldy between their thighs? I thought running with boobs was a challenge. What do they do with this when they’re on the treadmill? Strap it to their thigh with duct tape?
I initially resist the urge to look at the initials, but as I stroke my hand down the length, imagining how hot to the touch it would feel in real life, I can’t resist anymore.