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That’s when I see the bright red object inside. It’s shaped like a crooked U, one end thicker and longer than the other.
My dick implodes.
It’s a fucking vibrator. Not just any vibrator.Jen’svibrator.
The vision slams into me: her pulling off her clothes in my bed. Touching herself. Her tits first, where she’ll play with her nipples before grabbing this toy and moving south.
Suddenly I’m in the room with her. I’m climbing over her, tossing the covers aside so I can watch her turn on the vibrator and press it to her clit. She’ll show me how to use it, pushing the thick end inside her pussy. I’ll just watch at first as she fucks herself. Would she be down to get on her knees? Could she keep the vibrator inside her while she sucks me off?
I’m suddenly, viciously hard at the thought that yes, yes she definitely could.But would she?
Good girl that she is, would she be turned off by dirty shit? Or would she be turnedonby it?
Would she beg me to put my dick in her mouth because she thinks it’s hot to be able to get us both off at the same time?
How hard would she come around that vibrator?
How hard could I make her come aroundme? The fact that she has a toy at all speaks volumes. She’s clearly not afraid to play around. Have some fun.
Maybe Miss People Pleaser turns the tables in the bedroom. Maybe she likes beingpleased.
As luck would have it, I’m good at that.
The blow-dryer turns off. My stomach drops. I whip around, my erection scraping the door frame as I lunge for the studio. The dogs follow me, but I close the door on them. I fall against it, the paneling digging into my back. Putting a hand over my crotch, I shut my eyes and try to catch my breath.
I’m dying to rub one out. Legitimately about to have a heart attack. But that’s just asking for trouble. Tuck made the mistake of thinking he could get Maren out of his system by giving in to his feelings just once.
I know better. If I think about what’s between Jen’s legs,how tight and hot and soft she’d be, while I make myself come, it’sallI’ll think about.
It’s all I’ll want.
I take a cold shower. Wait for what feels like an eternity for my hard-on to go away.
I put on a nice pair of jeans and a button-up. My heart falls a little when I open the door and see that the dogs are gone. The studio suddenly feels too quiet.
Unbuttoning my sleeves so I can roll them up, I head downstairs and pour myself a tequila. Sipping it, I tell myself over and over that I will remain calm. I will be cool. I will not touch my best friend’s beautiful, apparently adventurous sister.
But then Jen has to go and look like a fucking queen when she appears at the top of the stairs. She’s in a short dress and heeled sandals that make her legs look a mile long. Hair a little curlier than usual.
Little wilder.
Her lips are covered in pink gloss. Her cheeks flush when she catches me staring.
I’m supposed to what now?
I knock back the tequila in a single gulp as she walks down the stairs.
Her, the girl who very recently used a vibrator to make herself come in my bed.
She tucks her hair behind her ear. “Hey.”
“You look beautiful.” I sound like I’ve smoked a pack a day for decades.
Grinning, she walks over. In her heels, she’s almost eye to eye with me. The smell of her—perfume and shampoo andgirl—overwhelms me.
So does the way her eyes flick over my body. “You don’t look so bad yourself, handsome.”
My dick stirs. I clear my throat. “Should I let the girls out?”
