Page 27 of The Holiday

“Please tell me you deleted those. I sent them to you in moments of utter weakness because I got so horny when we were apart.”

“I deleted them, don’t worry.”

“Thank God.”

“You know those things still exist on some server somewhere, right?”

“Shut up, Ira.” Kathleen patted her chest. “Besides, let’s think about how well I fucked myself both of those nights. Thinking about you, of course.”

“Of course. Who else would you think about? I’m the only one who makes you make that sound when I get all up in your business with my Avalon.” She referred to her preferred line of packers that let her live the kind of life she liked best.

Kathleen winced. She knew that involuntary sound. The one she emitted when her pussy wasn’t quite ready for the width of the tip when Ira first thrust into her. “I’ve told you why I make that sound.”

“Ah, yes, but I need you to tell me again. Tell me how great my strap is, Katie.”

Kathleen slipped her hand between Ira’s legs and tenderly stroked her soft flesh. “I have no complaints.”

“One of these days I’ll use it to make you sound like Coleman’s woman when she’s screaming in another room.”

“Maybe that’s something only Coleman can do.”

“If I ever get drunk enough to wife-swap with Etta Coleman, then I’ll count on you to let me know.”

“Who said we had to be drunk?”

“Fine. If she gets drunk enough to take you on.”

“Like you’d let her.”

Ira shrugged. “That woman could probably use a Domme in her life.” She waggled her eyebrows much too easily for a woman wiped out after two orgasms. “What do you say, Kathleen? Wanna spank Etta Coleman?”

“Not really.”

“You are no fun.”

“I think this is your passive-aggressive way of telling me you want to fuck Jamie Joy, or whatever her silly name is.”

“I mean… if I were single, and she was single, and she approached me, do you think I would say no? She’s hot.” Ira laughed. “And apparently a screamer.”

“You are too much. If you want a screamer, order me to the next time you collar me.”

“Oh, my darling.” Ira stroked her girlfriend’s long blond strands, fingertips digging into Kathleen’s neck. “You already do.”

Before Kathleen could say anything, she heard that sound again.

“What the fuck is that?”

“What?”

“You don’t hear that?” In truth, Kathleen had heard it throughout her lovemaking with Ira but had managed to ignore it while caught up in the moment. Yet now she couldn’t hear anything but that again.It was overpowering Ira’s heartbeat, for fuck’s sake.

“I vaguely hear something that sounds kinda… spooky.”

“Oh, my God, don’t start that.” Kathleen didn’t believe in hauntings, per se, but as a child, she was often petrified of any horror movie that hinged on religion or the afterlife.The Exorciststill gave her nightmares every Halloween. “If I weren’t freezing and lazy, I would send you out there to find out what the hell is making that obnoxious sound.”

“Me? Why me?”

“Because you win the gender games in this case. Big masc has gotta go out and protect their woman from the bad things.”

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