Page 29 of Winning the Nightcap

Holy shit. Hopper drops the vibrator on the bed and stares at me. He adjusts the toy under his paws, and yep, there’s the clit stimulator poking out, taunting me. I slowly, calmly approach the bed. “Hopper, leave it.” Maybe I can just sneak in and grab it before Aiden realizes.

Aiden leans a little farther into my bedroom, probably noticing that this toy isnotthe dog kind. Well, not unless you prefer doggie style.

Focus, Bec…this is not the time.

“Uh, Bec? What kind of dog toy is that?” Aiden asks.

A few things happen at once. Aiden takes a step forward toward Hopper, who instantly switches into play mode. He thinks this just turned into a game of chase, and the prize is my pink, vibrating boyfriend. Hopper leaps off my bed and runs past Aiden and me like a flash of lightning into the living room.

I didn’t think I could be any more mortified, but yep, I sure can. Aiden and I chase Hop around my living room and kitchen, calling out commands that he completely ignores. During the chaos, he must bite down on one of the buttons to switch the settings. I can see the ribbed shaft spinning and rotating. I’ll never be able to think about it the same way ever again.

Aiden finally grabs Hopper by the collar and calls out for him to drop it. Hop listens, but at this point, all that’s left to spit out is a mangled remnant of my phallic friend. Taken too soon. Dee will be devastated to hear we’re no longer vibe twins. She claims the two had a spiritual connection and responsibility to make each other proud.

The shaft is bent sharply to the side, and the clit stimulator is hanging on by a thread. Somehow, the vibration is still going strong. I’ve got to say, I’m impressed. The motor on this thing is clearly built to last. I might have to replace this one with the same model since it’s proven to be tough as fuck.

“Holy shit, is that…” Aiden goes still, releasing Hop and staring down at the dancing silicone wand.

I rest my hands on my hips, eyes squeezed shut, my head bobbing, biting the inside of my cheek so hard I think I’ll bleed.

“Yep. Yep. Sure is.” Because what the fuck am I going to say? There is no denying what we’re looking at here.

I bend down, grabbing the remains off the floor, and hold the power button to stop the fucking madness. How the hell was it still able to rotate like that? Once again, I find myself in one of the loudest silences of my life with Aiden.

“Pretty sure Hop may have destroyed…that…beyond repair.” I look at Aiden, who can’t stop staring at the vibrator. I’m pretty sure this whole ordeal broke him too.

“Yep.” I pop my lips on theP.

“Obliterated.”

“Got it.”

“Completely wrecked.”

“Aiden.”

“Sorry.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, unable to keep looking at Aiden while holding my fucking vibrator in my hand. “Can we please pretend this whole thing never happened? I cannot handle one more embarrassing thing going wrong in front of you, Aiden. I swear, it’s like ever since you moved back, the universe has it out for me.” I turn and make my way over to the trash, tossing my friend away.Godspeed. Thanks for the memories.

“Listen, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. That’s healthy, you know,” Aiden says, and I cringe. The last thing I want Aiden to know about me is how I…take care of myself, healthy habit or not.

“Aiden, this may be even more embarrassing than you finding me covered in baby poop or you hearing my smutty audiobook. Both of those combined are probably still less embarrassing than this moment.”

“Bec, it’s hot.” That catches me by surprise. Aiden reaches his hand up to his neck and pulls toward his shoulder with his head down. The shithead is smirking, peeking up at me from under his dark lashes.

“Uh, wh-what now?” My face is on fire and my palms are clamming up.

What the fuck is he talking about?

Hop strides away to get comfortable on my couch, while Aiden walks over to me, stopping inches away. I can feel the heat radiating off his chest. He stares down at me, his voice going low. “I said, it’s hot as fuck. I’m going to have a hard time focusing on driving while I think about that vibrator between your thighs, making you pant and squirm in your sheets.” His gaze hoods and I’m pretty sure my jaw is on the floor. The Aiden I met years ago just showed up, and my downstairs is fucking thrilled.

“Oh. Well, I mostly used it in the shower.”

“Jesus fuck,” he mutters, closing his eyes, head tilted up to the ceiling. When he looks at me again, his stare is blazing. “Are you sure you want to be friends?”

“Is there another option?” I practically whisper back.

“Yeah, I can think of quite a few other options I’d like more than just friends.” He pauses, looking down at my lips. “Promise me you’ll think about it, hm?”

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