Page 27 of Lyrical

He stopped the love bites and glanced up again. “You still have those?”

Those. As in plural. I’d told Chase about my collection before, although they no longer had a place of honor in my bedside dresser drawer. No, that seemed to be reserved now for pencils.

I nodded. What was I supposed to do with them? I was pretty sure my local donation center had a rule about stuff like that. Besides, just because I hadn’t had a use for them in a long while didn’t mean I wouldn’t ever again. Maybe Chase would get called away to a month-long band camp or something.

“Why didn’t you call me last night? I would’ve come over and taken care of you.”

He pulled his fingers out.No, wrong way!But when he dragged his tongue across my pussy, all was forgiven.

“Mmm… I didn’t want to bother you in case you were sleeping. And….”

He paused, no longer using his mouth but stroking my stomach instead as he stared up at me. “And what?”

“Well… I didn’t want to make it seem like I was just calling you over for that. You know, I find out I have the house to myself at the last minute and then invite you over? Like you should just drop everything for me when I can’t always do that for you right now because of… the situation.”

I never wanted him to feel like I was just using him for his body ever again. He wasn’t my second anything. But he did share the first spot, and I was still trying to work out that dynamic.

“Isn’t that what you did this morning? Invite me over so we could take advantage of the extra time?”

“But you were coming over for the party anyway, and I would’ve wanted you early regardless if Daniel was home or not. God, I hope you don’t think… I mean, yes, I’ve missed this, but….”

He kissed that ticklish spot I had right near my hipbone, and I squirmed. “Jillian, I was only saying that to prove a point. Whenever you need me, I’m here for you. I know how things are now and I know how things will be later, so don’t worry about bothering me. You’re not. ”

“Okay.”

“So next time you’ll call me?”

“Yes, promise. Now, will you get naked already? Then you can start making me come, please.”

He straightened, standing before me. “Where are your vibrators?”

“What? Why?” He lifted the bed skirt, peering under the bed. “I don’t want them. I want you. And I wouldn’t keep them by my bed, silly. Not when I don’t use them anymore.”

He headed to the closet. “In here?”

“Well, yes, but… why? Come back here.I need you.” I made sure to emphasize that last part, and he turned his head back and smiled. Then he opened the closet door. “Is this a jealousy thing? Because you gotta know, there’s no comparison. To you, I mean.”

He found the box easily, considering it was the only one unmarked. It was like I had a container of crown jewels sitting there labeled ‘Extremely valuable. Don’t look if you’re a robber.’

I let out a heavy sigh, making sure he heard me. “Chase, what’s this—”

“Pick one.” He had the lid off and was holding it in my lap.What?“It’s not a jealousy thing. Pick one.”

I gave him what I hoped was a strange look. “Uhh, why?”

“So you can use it. That’ll be your first orgasm. I’ll give you the rest.”

“Um….” It was making me a little hot thinking about him watching me, but I didn’t want a piece of plastic. Not when I had a man like him beside me. But he did say he’d give me the rest, and I was taking that to mean a whole fucking lot. “Which one,” I whispered.

“Whatever makes you come the hardest.”

He held the box still; it was almost comical looking inside at all the devices I’d needed to get off at one time. Pink, black, glass, rabbit-eared, bumpy, smooth, King Kong… Jesus. What was the matter with me? It was like I had one to coordinate with my outfits each day.

I grabbed my high-powered wand, the one that was small but deceiving. It could buzz one out in seconds flat. Chase set the box on the ground and then propped up next to me on the bed. I suddenly felt just a tad self-conscious.

He took my vibrator-clenching hand and placed it between my legs. “This is the best?” he asked, and I nodded.

“Besides you,” I added. Partly to make him feel better if he was jealous and partly because it was the truth.

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