Page 80 of Tiny's Law

Laying on the bed with my towel wrapped around my chest, I bend my legs up and put my heels on the end of the bed. Thinking of something better, I click over to my own cameras to see the view he would have and move to the other side of the bed. I position myself perfectly so that if he does watch these cameras, he has the best unobstructed view.

Clicking back on the book, I turn on the wand and start to tease myself. The end is bulbous, just like any other wand vibrator, and I use the tip of it to run along my slit and let out a moan when it hits my clit just right. I continue reading while running the wand up and down my opening.

After a little while, it’s hard to concentrate on what’s even written on the page, so instead, my mind imagines Tiny on top of me with his face between my legs.

It’s almost like he’s truly here, although as soon as I open my eyes, I realize he isn’t. I look directly into the camera as the pleasure causes my body to convulse while dragging me closer and closer to my orgasm. I’ve never had any problems making myself come. I’d say it’s fairly easy. It’s men who have seemed to have trouble.

Tiny is the only man to make me melt straight in his fingertips every single time he touches me. With any other man, it’s been hour-long productions of build-up and, half the time, a major letdown. But with Tiny, there’s major success every damn time.

Even imaginary Tiny has my breath leaving my body and my back arching off the bed until I shatter into a million pieces. The pleasure races through my bloodstream from my scalp all the way down to the tips of my toes.

An old friend once taught me to focus on taking deep breaths and relaxing to elongate my orgasm, and dammit all to hell, I thank her internally every single time my orgasm is drawn out forever. I scream out Nathan’s name, even though I’m not sure if the cameras have audio. Honestly, that wasn’t even for show. That was truly a visceral reaction to the strong-as-hell orgasm tearing its way through my body.

Jesus. Flopping back onto the bed, I toss the wand to the side and remain frozen while my heart rate comes down and my soul returns to my body.

I jerk my eyes open at my phone vibrating on my chest. Shit, did I fall asleep?

Reggie: I’m on my way. You better be ready.

Another text from Emma chimes while I’m responding to Reggie, saying that she's also on her way.

I force myself up and into my closet to pick my outfit for the night.

I settle on high-waisted faux leather pants with a hot pink strapless corset top that dips a little too far, showing off quite a bit of cleavage.

In the bathroom, I quickly apply makeup and pull my hair back into a tight bun since I ruined my curls putting on my show. I go for chunky gold hoop earrings and stack a few gold necklaces and rings when I hear my front door alarm chirp.

“Hello?”

“Honey, I’m home!” Reggie calls, his voice getting closer as he makes his way to my bedroom.

“Damn,” I whistle, taking him in. He’s wearing tight jeans and a short-sleeve black button-up with only the bottom few buttons done, leaving practically his entire chest open.

“I know, I’m gorgeous.” He jokes.

“I’m surprised Owen let you out of the house like that.”

“Please,” Reggie bats my comment away with a flick of his wrist. “We’re going to a hetero strip club, Kourt.”

“Touche,” I laugh, smiling when I notice Emma standing behind him, looking no less gorgeous in a very flattering yellow milkmaid dress. It may be an odd choice to wear to a strip club, but on Emma, it oddly works. When she turns, I smirk as I notice the slit in her leg goes practically all the way to her hip bone. I change my mind. It’s the perfect thing for her to wear to a strip club. She’s giving girl next door, and you know what they say about the quiet ones.

“Are you guys ready to be hungover at work tomorrow?”

“Best boss ever,” Emma mumbles while fiddling with her daisy necklace.

“So that’s Tiny’s mom?” Reggie whisper-shouts in my ear. Little did I know, Reggie already started drinking before he even got to my house. Owen dropped him and Emma off and will be picking us up later. So, after only two drinks here, Reggie’s already feeling pretty good. The few drinks I’ve had have also been pretty damn strong because I can feel the buzz creeping its way through my veins, fogging my head a little.

I nod my head, squeezing the thigh he has draped over my own to hopefully get him to stop shouting as everyone clearly heard him.

“Emily, this is my best friend Reggie.”

“Gay best friend,” Reggie makes sure to add as he reaches his hand out for Emily to shake. “I’m married to a beautiful hunk of a man, so don’t think Kourtney here is stepping out on your son.”

I wince and look to Emily’s side, where a stone-faced Evie sits and lets out a scoff. Apparently, Emily dragged Evie out of the house when she heard there was a girls’ night happening. Emily has become friends with all the older ladies of the club since her son has been a member and tries to meet up with them whenever she’s in town. It was just my luck that the get-together just so happened to line up with the ‘girls’ night’ Tiny conned me into.

I'm thankful now more than ever to have Reggie and Emma with me.

I watch as Emily glares at her sister, and Evie rolls her eyes like an immature child.

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