Page 151 of Plaything

Huh? I glanced at the crate again, equally as confused. Everyone followed my puzzled line of sight until they saw what I did.

Vincent turned away from us, his shoulders moving as he silently laughed. “She’s so cute, I want one,” he mumbled through laughs to Jamie.

Niko and Collin also snickered once. I would have turned to look, but I wasn’t sure what was on the walls behind me, so I didn’t risk it.

Jamie sent Vincent (who was still chuckling) a smirk before eyeing me. “It’s not intended for do—”

“Wanna go see the pool?” Aiden asked me, quickly cutting her off.

I nodded. Anything to get me out of this house. With flaming cheeks and a freezing body, I didn’t know if I was pale or red.

Reesia’s grip stayed locked with mine as she threw a chip at Vincent. “She’s just a baby, leave her alone, ass,” she snapped. He simply chuckled in response.

Aiden led us outside through the back door. Although Jamie’s house smelled like cinnamon and leather, scents that I liked, I took a deep breath of the clean outside air. It felt... stuffy in there like the walls were closing in on me.

“This is your first time at Jamie’s house, huh?” Reesia put together.

I nodded, still struggling to find words. “Who can live like that,” I deadpanned. It was clear that everyone else was accustomed to seeing photos and objects like that. I came from a very proper upbringing, and considering the most exposure I’d had to sex was with my professors... that was a lot.

Reesia finally released my hand as we sat on lounge chairs by the pool. “Did you see my picture?” She beamed.

I blushed. “Yeah... sorry.” I don’t know why I apologized; it seemed to be something she was proud of. It was a pretty picture, but... she was having sex with her husband, and it was displayed on Jamie’s wall for anyone to see. It felt private, and I felt like I shouldn’t have seen it.

She giggled. “Jamie takes all the photos herself. She always asks before photographing and then asks if she can display them,” she explained. “It can be a lot to look at, but they’re actually really good.”

Aiden ran his hand through my hair. “Better?” He questioned.

I blinked up at him, and he looked beyond handsome with his electric gray eyes in the sunlight. “That was like a haunted house,” I halfheartedly joked. I don’t know why I was so uncomfortable in there, but I was never exposed to anything quite as excessive as that. My heart was still hammering.

He pressed his lips to hide a smile. Well, at least everyone was finding this amusing. “You’re adorable, you know that right?” He sat next to me, still running his hands through my hair.

“A little bit of warning next time, okay?” I stifled a laugh.

Reesia looked entirely too smug as she wiggled her eyebrows at me. “How about margaritas!” She jumped up and began walking to the house.

Images of my head buried in the toilet and the world spinning flashed through my mind. “Half of whatever you put in them last time!” I warned. I never wanted to feel so sick again; I couldn’t remember a thing. Deciding I’d limit myself to a maximum of three drinks, I agreed to a drink.

Jamie’s backyard was similar to the front. It was landscaped to perfection, and flowers and green grass riddled the area. Far from the house, where we were, was a concrete pad with a massive in-ground pool and a circular hot tub a little ways away. It was gorgeous, like something you’d see in a magazine.

Feeling Aiden’s eyes on me, I turned my attention back to him. He had a soft smile and stared in a way that made my stomach flip. “What?” I murmured, beginning to feel shy.

His wet tongue darted out and licked his lips, drawing my concentration to them. “Are you at all opposed to fooling around when you’ve been drinking?” He questioned. “I know you said you’d be open to it on the sheet I gave you—just double checking.”

My eyes widened at the sudden tension around us. “I-um, no... not if it’s within reason,” I shrugged, stumbling over my words.

He tilted his head to the side as if that were some obvious, unspoken agreement already. “And what does within reason mean to you?” He continued.

“Preferably, my head wouldn’t be in a toilet, and I’d remember it the next morning,” I answered. Truth be told, I trusted them and their judgment. If I was begging for sex, and they thought I was too drunk, I knew they’d never touch me. “What about you?” I cocked an eyebrow.

Aiden chuckled. “Babydoll, I don’t care if I’m passed out; if you can get it hard, it’s yours to play with.”

Red tinted my cheeks again, and I averted my eyes at his bluntness. I chuckled nervously. “Noted.” A bit extreme of an example, but I got the point. “Why? Are you scared I’ll jump you again tonight?” I joked.

A sharp sting ran through my leg as he slapped my thigh. “Not tonight,” he mysteriously said. He placed a lingering kiss on my lips before he stood to leave. His tongue teasingly licked my lips, and I fought a moan. Just as I parted my lips for him, he broke away. “Behave.”

A whirlwind of emotions flooded through me. Mostly the urge to grab him by the hand, pull him back, and have my dirty little way with him on this lounge chair. But alas, there were people inside a house that had many windows.

As Aiden entered the house, Reesia exited. She was dressed—or undressed, I should say—in a pink bikini covered in white polka dots. The top revealed her massive boobs, as they practically spilled from it. The bottoms weren’t any more conservative, as it showed most of her ass cheeks.

---