Unexpected Gift(54)

“Oh, come on. You’re going to hide me like a dirty secret?” Crunch. “That’s unfair.” I start to push the cart away when she speaks up again. “You might want to grab a box of those.”

Her words make me stop and consider. I look to the left, roaming my eyes over all the boxes. There are so many boxes. Black boxes, purple boxes, blue boxes. Variety, her pleasure, his pleasure, ribbed, lubricated, sheepskin. Sheepskin! What the hell is that? Gross.

Magnum. I swallow. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure what that meant. “Um,” I nearly whisper as I lower my voice. “How do you know when big requires magnum?”

She drops her mouth into an ‘o’ and starts to laugh. “Oh, you dog. When you finally decide to have sex, you jump into the deep end, don’t you?”

“I haven’t had sex.”

“Yet. You haven’t had sex, yet.”

“Kenna, I am panicking, okay? Things…happened.” I lower my voice, and then I say, “Last night. Things happened last night.”

“What kind of things?” Crunch.

“Will you stop with the damn carrot?”

She stares at it and grins. “Why, does it remind you of his cock?”

“Kenna!”

“Stop being such a prude. Tell me.”

“We fooled around. That’s it. Answer my question.”

“I’ll answer when you tell me. Did you go down on him? Did he go down on you?”

I don’t say anything.

“Blink once for yes and twice for no.”

I blink once.

“Did you orgasm.”

I blink again, feeling like a damn fool.

“Damn, good for you. So my advice, if you are asking if you need magnum, you probably do.”

“I’ve never…”

“Right, I forgot. Okay.” She picks up the carrot again for demonstration. My humiliation reaching a new level. “Probably as long as this, but much wider. Like big, big. Is he big, big?”

I swallow at the memory of his cock not fitting down my throat. “Yeah, but I don’t know what a magnum condom looks like. I’ll just get the small boxes, you know? Like one box of each.” I toss a three pack of magnum’s and a pleasure pack, whatever that means.

“Tell me more. Give me details.”

“No, way. This conversation is over. I’m grocery shopping.”

“You’re no fun.”

“Just go back to eating your carrot.”

“I will if you go back to eating yours.” Crunch.

“Classy. Real, classy. Kenna. Okay, I love you. I need to go buy eggs.”

“Don’t forget lube—”

I hang up the phone and sigh, completing disheveled from our conversation. Lube, why would I need…oh, oh! I think about last night, thinking about how wet he made me. I think about the way he tongued my clit, sucking it in his mouth and nibbling it. I feel my lips when they tingle, reliving how it felt wrapping them around his cock.

I gulp. My clit starts to throb, and my hole starts to ache, replicating how it felt last night. Will his cock fit? I stare at the magnum condoms in the cart, next to the cream cheese. Right, bagels. I need bagels. I turn down aisle ten and grab a loaf of bread and bagels. The loaf of bread kind of reminds me of how long he is.

I hold the loaf in my hands and examine it. Yeah, that looks about right. He has to need a magnum. I mean, I don’t have any other dicks to compare it to, but something of that size can’t fit in a regular condom.

And if it can’t fit in a regular condom, can it fit inside me? Maybe that is why Kenna mentioned lube. I’ll have to use an entire bottle on that missile for it to fit. It is going to hurt. Maybe I should start with something smaller, something easier.

I shake my head, who even said I’ll be having sex with him. I scoff, throwing the bread in the cart. “No one said I’ll be having sex with him.”

The old lady from the previous aisle gave me look again and held the cross necklace around her throat before turning away, glancing over her shoulder like I’m the devil. You know what the devil is? The size of his damn cock.

Kenna is right; I haven’t had sex.

Yet. And by the size of things, it doesn’t look too promising.





Chapter Twenty-Four





Caden





Two weeks have come and gone since Molly and me. Tonight is my last night at work for a few days, and I plan on doing something about the sexual tension that we left in the bedroom. I say left because I haven’t seen her or Posie in two weeks. I miss them. I miss them so much. It’s a new feeling too, missing someone I never thought I ever could.

Another reason why I have been at work, sleeping in on-call rooms. I know when to give a woman space, because well, she has been giving me space, so clipping aneurysms all day keeps my mind off the idea that has been niggling in the back of my mind that she regrets what we did together.

But today is the last day for that shit. I place a clip on the last aneurysm of the day and look to the intern to my right. I still don’t know everyone’s names, but one of them will do something that will make me remember them, good or bad. “Alright guys, that is it. You.” I point to the shorter man with dark hair. “What’s your name again?” I hold my gloves up that have a little amount of blood on them.