Page 82 of 1001 Dark Nights: Bundle Forty-Two

“What’s what, babe?” she asks, walking to the bathroom. “Iwas about to leave my makeup bag. Now that would be tragic. I promised to doBillie’s makeup for the party.”

Not only is the sound a buzz, now I feel somethingvibrating.

“It’s like a buzzing sound. I think it’s coming from thebag.” I set it on the bed. “I can check.”

“Oh, shit!” Takira rushes from the bathroom to stand betweenme and the bed. “Um, I’ll get it. It’s just… I’ll get it.”

She doesn’t move but licks her lips and shifts her eyes tothe floor.

“Well, get it,” I say, grinning, because obviouslysomething’s up. “What is it? Why don’t you want me to see?”

She holds my gaze for a few seconds and then rolls her eyes,releasing a huffing breath. “I did ride your face last night, so I think atthis point, no need to front.”

“Agreed.” I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her intome, dipping to kiss along her jaw. “But I may need you to ride my face againright quick to make sure.”

Her eyes drift closed, and she leans into me before poppingher eyes back open. “No! We’ll be late.”

“I said right quick.” I laugh, reluctantly releasing her.“Now show me what’s buzzing in the bag you’re trying to hide from me.”

“It’s my…” She turns to unzip the bag and digs around to thebottom. “It’s this.”

She holds up a black device that looks like a…

“Is that a vibrator?” I ask

“Yeah, it’s my lucky vibrator,” she says, like that’s a realthing. “My sister gave it to me for Christmas kind of as a gag gift.”

She turns it off and takes it over to her bedside table,dropping it into the open drawer. “I didn’t realize it was still in this bagfrom my last trip. I guess it got…pressed.”

I walk over and open the drawer again, looking at thevibrator. “You like it?”

“It’s fine. It’s not my best one.” She fans her face. “Mybest one? You’d think that thing had the engine of a Mack truck. And my massagegun? That’s on the kids, don’t try this at home level.I come so…” She stops, bites her lip and glances up at me. “Sorry.”

“You were saying you come so…”

“I come so hard with that one.” She laughs. “This is a weirdconversation.”

“Tell me more about this menagerie of vibrators you have.” Isit on the bed and pull her down beside me. “I think anything that makes youcome hard is something I should know about.”

“You’re serious?” she asks, assessing me with narrowed eyes.

“Yeah. Tell me.”

Her gaze goes from disbelieving to speculative to defiant.

“Okay. I love vibrators. They don’t cheat on you. They don’tinsult you when you gain five pounds or complain when your period is on. Theydon’t gaslight you. You come every time and never have to fake it.” She holdsup one finger and inclines her head. “And…they don’t snore.”

“I hope I don’t do those things either. I mean, I dosnore a little.”

She looks at me knowingly, lips twisted and arms crossed.

“Okay, I snore a lot.” I lean into her, pushing her softnessdown on the bed and bracketing my arms on either side of her face. “But don’tever fake it with me.”

“Oh, don’t worry.” A husky laughslips past her lips, and she reaches up to trace my eyebrows with one finger.“I haven’t had to.”

“I don’t just mean sex, Kira. No faking between us onanything.”

“I thought this was supposed to be just sex.” Afaint smile curls the edges of her mouth as she looks down, away from my eyestrained on her. “After these two weeks, we could walk away.”