The Grand Pact (The Grand Men #1)(5)

“Seriously!”

A small laugh bubbles up my throat and slips past my lips as I examine my new toys. I look around my tiny apartment that I share with my best friend Megan, checking that she didn’t slip in here whilst I was in the shower—because someone clearly did—then I slide open the card.

Girl, go fuck yourself!

You deserve it!

xoxo

kisses and orgasms





Ever the ladies are my girls.

Reaching in, I pull the little silver balls from the plastic casing. They roll in the divot of my hand, the shiny metal cool against my heated palm. My brows lift slightly when I discover how weighty they are. “Surely they aren’t staying inside of me,” I say to myself.

Shaking my head, I go deeper into the parcel, freezing when I grasp something thick. I don’t bother fighting my smile because why should I? I need some fun. It’s been too long since I’ve allowed myself to let go. Miller definitely didn’t get me to the point of—

“Oh, it’s a vibrator!”

I’m not a toys kind of girl, and the girls know this. It will be precisely why they gifted them to me. Fortunately—or unfortunately (I suppose it depends on the type of person you are), we are extremely open with one another. Always have been.

It’s a Friday, the night of my lifetime best friend’s dance showcase, and I know I should start it with a bang. She wanted this for me. I should have some fun.

“Are there batteries in this thing?” I hold up the impressive fake penis and examine it. It’s been a long time since I’ve had anything this large.

If ever.

I trace the lifelike veins wrapping around the silicone-like vines with a frown firmly in place. “Why did they go so big?”

With a fear of being broken by my new pal BOB, I collect the smaller silver balls and make a calculated guess that they are the safer option. I have around an hour before Megan will be back from the hairdressers, and then Elliot should be here not long after to pick us up. I have some time, and it might be nice to wear the balls whilst I get ready.

Nerves flit through me as I rush to collect up the parcel and disappear into my room. I chuck the boxes onto the bed and then go to the bathroom to wash my new friends. Not thirty minutes later, I’m standing in front of my mirror, hair and makeup done with an excited smile on my face. I wasn’t sure at first, and it took me a couple of minutes to figure out the best way to get the little suckers in, but I did.

I smooth my hands down my robe and move my hips from side to side, letting the balls follow the movement and brush my walls. My cheeks flush.

Oh, yes!

I bite my lip and walk to my dresser for no real reason other than the pleasure it gives me.

Is this what I’m supposed to do? Do I just walk around the house, letting them jiggle around inside of me?

I start to do a little dance in the middle of the room, shaking my butt and laughing when my stomach tightens with arousal.

“Oh, shit.”

Stalking to the bed with an amused grin on my face, I drop down on the sheets and grab the box. I flip it over and read the back.

“Remote control?” I start to search the box for one and come up short. Then I read the box again. “There isn’t a damn remote control!”

And I’m miffed. The idea of what it might feel like with an added buzz makes my core ache.

Damn it!

“Princess?!”

I freeze on the spot at the sound of the distant voice. The box still clutched tight in my hands.

No! Why is Elliot here already?

“Just a second!” I yell, completely ruffled.

Shit!

I grab the packaging and BOB up from my bed and launch them into my open wardrobe.

Bob doesn’t want to be silenced, though, and ricochets off the back panel, landing proudly at my feet. In a mad panic, I swipe the giant penis with my foot and send it flying under my bed.

Deep breath.

The second I stop still, the balls settle, and my stomach quivers. Goddammit. I can’t take them out. Can I?

“You decent?” Elliot calls from the other side of the door.

“NO!”

Calm down.

Calm down.

“I missed that.” I can hear the playfulness in his voice as he pushes open my bedroom door.

“Elliot!” I scream, utterly mortified. I’m wearing my robe, and I’m fully covered, so my dramatics are going to seem a little much to him.

“There she is.” He flashes me the most swoonworthy smile, and it sends my face three thousand shades deeper red.

“Get out! Now!” I point at the door.

“Why aren’t you dressed yet?” he asks, resting his shoulder against the doorframe.

My eyes drop down his grey pinstripe suit.

He looks edible.

The balls get a cuddle.

“I have another half an hour, thank you very much!”

“Why are you yelling?” He frowns. “Are you okay?” He steps forward, genuine concern on his face as he places a hand on my forehead. “You look a little hot. Your cheeks are all pink.” I see his cheek tic, a slight smirk playing on his mouth. “What is it, Luce?”

“What’s what?” I swallow past the thick lump of mortification that’s lodged itself in my throat.

He darts his tongue out and wets his bottom lip as panic rises like fire in my gut.