“Nah, I’ve gotta get home.” He drained the last bit and did my job for me, reaching over the bar to put his glass upside down in the dish tray. Rather than getting up, he sat back down and skewered me with a look. “You know, I’ve been coming to this bar for over a decade.” He grinned, his sun-weathered face crinkling. “Never seen that man so happy. Never seen him smile so easy and often. Especially these last couple years with all the bull crap he’s had to deal with to keep Rye going.” He finally stood and thumped his hand on the bar a few times. “He deserves some peace in his life.”
“He does,” I agreed.
Tom dropped some cash on the bar and headed out. The other stragglers followed suit, leaving me alone in my own peaceful quiet.
And I had that peace for a whole twenty seconds before the vibrator came back on.
At full power.
Very nearly taking me down to my knees.
He lowered it almost immediately to the weakest setting, but that didn’t matter. Even that was too much.
His words echoed in my head.
‘Your orgasms are mine.’
I wasn’t sure if him controlling the remote counted, but it wasn’t a risk I was willing to take.
Not if the end result was another night of pained torture.
He said the health department has ears everywhere…
I wonder if he does, too?
At the very least, I knew he had cameras that he must’ve been watching. Either that, or the timing of the vibration after everyone left was lucky.
I moved to the camera mounted near the liquor bottles. “Is there sound on this?” The vibrations sped up, then slowed, and a throaty groan escaped me. “Rhys.”
I’ll take that as a yes.
I sucked a deep breath between my clenched teeth. “If you don’t turn that completely off, I’ll come.”
It stayed on.
Whatever. I told him.
I guess he wants to watch on the camera.
That was disappointing. Fun, and something I would do and enjoy. But disappointing that after all the buildup, he wasn’t going to touch me when I finally exploded.
His method was probably for the best due toalllllthe various bricks in the walls we both had to keep up.
But crazy enough, I didn’t care. Not about any of that. And it wasn’t even because I was so horny, I was on the verge of weeping. I just wanted him that badly.
I was about to ask him to turn the vibration up when heavy footsteps echoed in the room. “Car. Now.”
The bar was empty, but we were still an hour away from actual closing time. It didn’t seem to matter to him.
It definitely didn’t matter to me. I would’ve sprinted there if I was capable of it. But each tiny move sent a shockwave to my frayed nerve endings.
He stormed closer, and the single-minded determination on his face worked right alongside the toy. It might’ve been better than the toy, actually. “What did I say about repeating myself?”
My hands shot out to clutch the counter—literally holding onto the ledge to keep from metaphorically falling.
“You close?”
I gave a frantic nod that must’ve been jarring for the lone brain cell remaining.
