“Size doesn’t matter if you know how to use it correctly.”
“Honey, anyone who says size doesn’t matter is lying to themselves,” I laugh. I stuff the pink thing in my backpocket before Gizmo decides it’s his new chew toy. In fact, I may give it to him later to chew on because she won’t need it anymore.
“What are you doing?” She eyes the tiny dick in my pocket as I walk out the door and head to the front door.
“Taking whatlittlecompetition I have with me.” I step outside, and she follows me. I would take the damn shower head, too, if I could get away with it.
“You can’t just take that. What if I need it?”
“You won’t. You have me now,” I grin. “You ever feel the itch or need to be a little selfish, I’m only a phone call away. I’ll put that guy in your book to shame with the filthy words I’ll whisper in your ear while you’re lying naked in that bed of yours, touching yourself and wishing it was me. Nothing like good phone sex to put a smile on your face the next day.”
I grin at the look on her face. She has no clue what to think of me, which I find incredibly hilarious. If I’m going to have to wait for her go signal, I might as well have fun with it. When she’s in the mood, I don’t want her to rely on this little toy to make her orgasm. I want her to rely on me.
“I’ll have your jeep back to you in the morning,” I say, walking down the front porch before opening the driver’s door and setting Gizmo inside. He scampers to his usual spot in the passenger seat. “Sweet dreams, Olivia. I know I’ll have them,” I grin, before getting in the jeep and driving away.
“I think she likes us, Gizmo,” I say, as we turn out of the neighborhood. I look over at him, and he cocks his head at me. “We just have to keep being our charming selves. She won’t be able to resist both of us.”
I blink when his mouth turns up.
I swear he just smiled at me again.
Laughing, I rub his messy hair on top. We are quite the pair, and oddly enough, it feels right. Maybe I am getting everythingthat’s meant to be for me. I never pictured a one-eyed dog that snores and has the scariest underbite I’ve ever seen, but Bee seems to think he hung the moon. She even carries around a tattered puppy that looks just like him, one eye and all. If that isn’t a sign that we are all meant to be together, then I don’t know what is.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
OLIVIA
Iwatch him drive away, still in shock that he took my toy from me. I’ve never met a guy who can be so blatantly sure of himself and arrogant, but also has this softer side that will melt your heart in seconds, reducing you to puddles.
Walking back inside, I close the door and head to the wine rack. I’ve still got a slight buzz going on from earlier, so I might as well have one more while I relax in a bubble bath. A lot happened today, and I could use the quiet time to unwind.
I pour myself a glass of red before checking on Bee real quick. I smile when I see her little frame sleeping peacefully. Brushing back her soft curls, I place a kiss on her forehead where Miles’s lips touched moments before.
Walking back to my bedroom, I pick up my romance book from my nightstand and sink into the warm water with a sigh. I’ve always loved bubble baths and getting lost in a good book.
Sipping my wine, I feel my body begin to relax as I immerse myself in the words. Images of Miles keep appearing in my head when the female character spreads her legs wide as the guy she loves drops to his knees. I try to block him out and stick to thecouple in the book, but before I know it, he’s taken over my male character, and I become her as he feasts on me. All I can picture is him doing those things to me in this book.
My body responds at the thought of him kneeling before me as a deep ache starts to form between my legs. I’m pressing my thighs together as I remember this afternoon and what it felt like to have him touch me. Closing my eyes, I lean back, leaving the book forgotten beside me, as I lower it to the floor with a thud.
My hand roams my breasts, and a small moan escapes me. I’m so turned on right now that just a graze over my sensitive nipples has me on edge as I imagine it’s his hands doing the touching.
My phone dings on the table next to the tub, and I quickly shoot up, disoriented from being pulled from my fantasy.
Wiping my hands on a towel, I see a text message from Miles. Speak of the devil. Seems like no matter how hard I try, he always finds a way to invade my thoughts.
Opening the text, I stared wide-eyed at the picture he just sent me. It’s a picture of Gizmo happily chewing on my pink vibrator.
Olivia
What the hell! You gave my toy to your dog?
I type furiously back to him.
Miles
He loves it. Since you won’t be needing it again, I thought I would let him have some fun before I threw it away.
Olivia
