“Then take me back to bed and prove it.”
“Gladly.”
“I have a game.If you’re feeling up to it.”
I was standing at the sink, washing our dishes from breakfast. Violet was sitting on the counter drying, then stacking them next to her to put away later.
“What kind of game?”
“Well… I was doing some reading.” I looked over to the coffee table, where I’d “forgotten” to put her book back where I found it. I glanced back to find her eyes wide, her cheeks practically crimson. Queue the diabolical smile. “I thought maybe you’d like to try it out.”
Her eyes narrowed.
“What part?”
“Whatever part you want. I seem to remember reading the cottage, the woods, and then the dock was the grand finale. There were a lot of sticky tabs and notes in the margins for that part.”
“Amber started a dark romance book club with Maddy and Kelsey. I needed to remember the plot points.”
“This book came out two years ago. You’re telling me all those creases came from one book club meeting?” I gave her my bestyou’re so full of shitlook. “Bull. Try again.”
“We had six or seven meetings about this one, I’ll have you know.”
I raised my eyebrow and she huffed.
“Whatever. You don’t get to judge me.”
I finished off my last plate so I could dry my hands.
“I wasn’t judging, I was offering myself to you, to use as you wish.”
She looked at me sceptically. “We’ll need a safe word.”
“Pick one.”
She pondered for a moment. Fucking adorable, how she drummed her chin.
“Fire. No. You’ve said that before.” True. “Hum. Ashes? The fires burnt out and there’s nothing left?”
“Perfect.”
“Cool.” She smiled. “But I also have some ground rules.”
I put on my best serious face.
“Lay it on me.”
“I’m not okay with butt stuff. At all. My friend told me that you can tear the lining in your asshole so you have to shit in a bag for the rest of your life, and I’m not okay with that. So that means no fingers, toys, knife handles, or screw driver handles. Is that clear?”
I blinked at her. “Knife handles? Screw driver handles?”
“Also, at no point will anything other than you or a specifically designed toy be going in me. No guns, knives, or screw drivers.”
“Again. Knives? Screw drivers? Guns?”
“Oh along those lines, if you ever try to put a spider on me while we’re doing it, I will punch you so hard in the dick, you’ll lose one of your balls.”
“Spider? What?”
