Page 126 of Scarred

“I’ve always wanted a puppy,” I smile into his hoodie.

“I said I felt like a puppy,” he says, picking me up as my legs wrap around him. “Make no mistake, though…”

He grins wickedly as his hands slide under my tee and grip my ass.

He immediately starts to swell between my legs as he presses me further into him. “There’s nothing small or harmless about me, little moon,” he says as his lips brush against mine, walking me toward the small hallway.

He easily finds my bedroom in my small apartment and drops me on the bed, hovering above me with a devilish grin as he cages me in.

“So, now that I’m here, there’s something I’ve been very curious about.”

“Oh yeah? And what is that?” I giggle.

“Where’s this secret drawer of yours that Connor mentioned?”

“What?” I laugh.

“You heard me,” he grins. “I want to see how dirty this teacher likes to get. So which drawer is it?” he asks, standing up and looking around before his eyes land on my white nightstand on the left side of my bed.

Heat rushes to my cheeks as he glances back at me.

“Found it,” he chuckles, walking over to the other side of the bed.

“How did you know it was in that one? It could have been the other one?”

“Well, besides your crimson face that’s a dead giveaway?” he laughs. “When you slept in my bed,” he explains, “you chose the left side, so I’m assuming that’s the side you usually sleep on.”

“Do you notice every little detail?” I chuckle.

“I’m a goalie,” he shrugs. “It’s in my DNA to notice every little thing around me.” He grabs the black knob on the drawer and raises an eyebrow in question. “Nothing is going to spring out at me, is it?”

Flipping onto my stomach, I bend my knees and slowly kick my feet back and forth as I watch him with interest. “A big dildo might smack you in the face, but other than that, you should be safe,” I grin.

Rolling his eyes at my smart mouth, he opens the drawer. Frowning, he takes in my hand lotion, lip moisturizer, and a few other items like my Kindle and my latest paperback I’m reading.

“Hmmm…I guess Connor lied.” I struggle to keep a straight face as he shuts the top drawer.

“You’re a bad liar,” he chuckles, opening the second drawer. His lips twitch as he picks up a pink box and sets it on the nightstand. “I wonder what’s in here?”

I quickly scoot up so I’m sitting on my knees as he lifts the lid to the box.

“You naughty girl,” he tsks, looking through my collection of various vibrators and suction toys.

I’m surprised I’m not mortified as he examines each one, but it oddly excites me to see him handle what brings me pleasure, which, up until now, was something I did in private.

“Which one is your favorite?” He asks suddenly.

“My favorite?”

Nodding, he glances in my direction. “I want to know which one you use the most.”

“The…the pink one,” I whisper.

He reaches for the rabbit, and a low hum fills the rooms as he turns it on.

“Show me,” he says, holding it out to me as I take it from his grasp. His eyes hold mine, and I feel the underlying heat brimming at the surface.

“Now?” I squeak as I watch him remove his shoes and socks before lifting his hoodie over his head, revealing his bare chest underneath.