“It was the first thing I could think of!” she whines.
“Fine,” I cackle again, killing the vibration. “Flamingo it is, but I can’t promise a straight face. We’re adding this one to the books, too.”
Lala chuckles with a roll of her eyes in tow, her cheeks now claimed by that adorable, heated shade of pink I love so much. “What was the last one that took you out for five minutes straight?”
“Beaver,” I choke out. “I will never forget beaver.”
All I see is Lala, both of us naked in our bed, laughing our entire asses off after she said it. She also came six times on Beaver Day before finally tapping out and passing out until the next morning.
Like I said, I’ll never forget beaver.
It’s one of my favorites.
As if reliving the exact memory herself, Lala leans in closer and hovers her lips sheer millimeters from mine, her hands splayed on my thighs “I’ll never forget it, either.”
You’re also not going to forget tonight…
“I have a surprise for you,” I purr, my kiss a gentle whisper as she hums in concession against me.
“What’s that?”
“Ifyou drop the safe word… I brought Backpack.”
Lala gasps softly, her expression flaring with genuine excitement. “All loaded up with things and knicknacks, too?”
“Mhmm.” I grin. “Anything that you might need, I’ve got inside for you.”
Unlike Dora, though, I don’t need a map to navigate my way. I know every curve, dip, and swell of Lala’s body, have them committed to memory like the words to my favorite song.
“We haven’t needed Backpack in a long while,” she murmurs against my lips, tongue flicking out against them.
“‘Cause I don’t have to travel to make you come anymore,” I counter.
“You never did. I remember quite a bit of spectacular phone sex.”
Oh, there was…
It’s part of what made the distance bearable.
THREE
LALA
“Cash or card?”Mr. Sexy Grump says upon returning with our drinks.
Both Suki and I eyeball the martini glasses now sitting in front of us. They’re…pink. And glittery. I mean, bonus points for being on-theme, but where the fuck did this dude get edible glitter? He doesn’t look like someone who would just have it on-hand.
“Card,” Suki answers curiously. “Go ahead and start a tab.”
The bartender tips his head by way of response and heads for the register not far away. “Enjoy, ladies.”
“Wait, what’s your name?” The question flies past my lips of its own accord, curving one of Dude’s dark brows all over again.
Those blue eyes flick our way as he taps a few buttons on the screen. “Why do you need to know my name?”
“So that we’re not calling you Dickhead for the rest of the night,” I toss back.
Suki snorts an unceremonious laugh beside me, a sentiment he doesn’t find as funny as he goes on to glare a red-hot laser right through my forehead. Only I feel it between my thighs instead, my clit throbbing against the toy as a result.
