Page 55 of Eight Steps to Alpha

Chapter 17

By the timethey got back to the house, it was after eleven, and the apartment was pitch black. Part of her was surprised Elliot hadn’t waited up for her, but the other part was glad he wasn’t there. Waiting. Looking for an explanation. Judging her for going out with his brother in the first place.

She tiptoed to the bathroom to brush her teeth, leaving Colton alone in the living room. Her hair was a mess and could use a good brushing, but she was too exhausted and decided that task would wait until morning. Right now her pillow was calling her, whispering sweet lullabies and all she wanted to do was sleep.

When she opened the bathroom door, Colton was waiting in the hall. “Fe,” he stated as he swapped places with her.

She pulled her fingers through her hair, walked down the hall, opened her bedroom door, then stopped. There on her bed was a package. She stepped closer, seeing it was already open, and covered her mouth. Spilling out of the brown box, in the middle of her queen sized bed, was the purple headed warrior she’d ordered over two week ago.

“Oh my God!” she muffled her scream. She felt dizzy, flushed, and immediately lifted the cardboard box to get a better look at it. But there was no mistaking what her eyes didn’t want to see. The King of Love, purple headed warrior, ribbed rabbit for her pleasure—battery operated boyfriend was open on her bed—and it was huge.

How had she forgotten about this? How had she been so neglectful that she’d let something like this happen. To be fair, she’d ordered it quite some time ago, and with work, Elliot, April, and now Colton, it had completely slipped her mind. Yet here it sat, open on her bed, and there was no denying what had happened.

Elliot opened my vibrator.

She turned to face the door, her heart pounding an angry rhythm against her chest. Was there any chance he didn’t know what it was?Personal massager could mean anything, right?

No. No, no no—it couldn’t. Not to him. Not to a twenty-four year old man. She began pacing the floor, glancing occasionally to the purple machine. It was a rabbit for God’s sake. The King of Love, almost a foot long, “Ribbed for her pleasure” machine.

Elliot would have to live on a different planet not to know what it was.

Her pace quickened to something reminiscent to a flatfooted jog as she worked circles into the carpet. What would he say when she saw him next? How would he look at her every time she went to bed? Because every time she was alone in her room, he would wonder. Or every time she was in the shower… because after all, it was waterproof. Oh God! But none of this would be an issue had Elliot had minded his own damn business. How dare he open her mail. How dare he open her freaking vibrator. How darehe!

Before she knew what she was doing, she picked up the box, flung open her bedroom door, stormed down the hallway, and opened Elliot’s door. The shower was running in the bathroom, and she knew Colton was inside. Dammit! She didn’t need any more witnesses.

Closing the door behind her, she flicked on the light, tossed the vibrator on his bed, and gave his mattress a firm shake. “Elliot, wake up!”

Elliot hopped up in bed, his blankets barely hitting his hips, and lifted his brow. “What are you doing?” he croaked out. His voice was deep and sleepy, confused, but full of gravel.

An intimate reaction stirred in her belly, but she shoved it down. Blinking a few times, she cleared her throat, and tried to ignore his bare chest. Did he really need an explanation? Her evidence was sitting right there. Right there.

She glanced down to the vibrator, erect in its full glory… then to his bare chest, realizing for the first time he could be completely naked. She squeezed eyes shut, and took a calming breath. Why had she just barged in like that? Elliot was a man after all, and if growing up with bothers had taught her anything at all, it was to always wait at minimum a full ABC song before opening any closed door. Especially late at night. But that didn’t matter now. What was done was done. She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and forced her eyes open. “You opened my—package,” she whispered as firmly as she could.

He scrubbed over his face, like he wasn’t quite sure what she was saying and reached for his glasses. When they were securely on his face, he locked eyes on the King of Love, and cleared his throat without cracking even the slightest smile. “I didn’t know it was yours.”

Her hands fisted at her sides, and she forced in a calming breath through her nose. “What do you mean you didn’t know it was mine?”

He rubbed over his stubble, this time, she was sure to hide his amusement. “It was addressed to me. I was expecting a new—book.”

Elliot and Fe shared a Prime account. She must have forgotten to change the name on the box… She sat down hard on bed and gripped the bridge of her nose. “Kill me now.”

He pushed himself up to sit, pulling the covers with him. “Fe, it’s not a big deal.”

She scoffed. A twelve-inch cock, ribbed for her pleasure, King of Love? Not a big deal? She wanted to die. She was pretty sure she was going to.

He remained quiet, and she pretty sure it was her turn to speak. It had taken her five years, but she’d finally done it. She’d rendered him speechless.

Though she didn’t even blame him. Because not only was he probably still shocked by her new purple lover, but then she was crazy enough to barge into his room, in the middle of the night, and throw it on his bed.

She looked up again, meeting his conflicted eyes. Eyes that showed amusement, concern, and utter confusion all at the same time.

“It’s only because I’m twenty-three and haven’t had sex in two years.” Why she felt the need to explain this to him was beyond her, but she had to. She needed to explain that she wasn’t a complete and total perv, just a deprived one, which made all the difference. “Plus, I didn’t know it would be that big.”

He coughed, almost choked, and sat up a little straighter. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me, Fe.”

She shook her head, but couldn’t stop the words from pouring out of her mouth. “I was just thinking about sex all the time. Like all the time. In my bed, at work, in the shower…but when you were standing there all sweaty, and I started—” Her eyes bulged, and she immediately slapped her hand over her mouth. “I mean, not you, you… a subjective you…” She buried her face in her hands and sobbed. “I’m making this worse!”

His suppressed laughter shook the bed, but who could blame him. She was being ridiculous, had just so much as confessed to having fantasies about him, and a purple cock was on the mattress between them.

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