Page 108 of Rough Around the Hedges

All I knew was that this woman would always find a way to flip your expectations of her on the head. She’d just done a three-sixty flip with this one, though.

More fool me for thinking she actually had one of the little tools for dents in her shed.

“Mary Poppins wishes she was as stocked as your shed is,” I muttered.

Rose laughed, throwing her plait back over her shoulder. “Well, yeah. I doubt she carries a dildo around in her magic bag. Not really babysitting supplies, is it?”

“And thank God for that.”

She finished giggling as we reached Susan’s car, and I checked out the dent along with the two women. To be fair to Susan, it was a pretty hefty one, and I’d be pretty pissed if someone had done that to my car.

“What a prick,” Rose said, holding up the dildo. “You know what else these are great for? Thumping people with. You should keep one in your car, Susan.” She smacked it against her hand, filling the air with a ‘thwack’ to prove her point.

Great.

Because what Rose needed was access to yet another object that could be utilised as a weapon.

“Let’s get this show on the road.” She gave the dildo a good wiggle and crouched in front of the car. “It’ll be out in no time.”

This was the weirdest thing I’d ever experienced.

I could not look away.

And believe me, I tried.

“Rose, I’ve told you there are some hobbies you just can’t do in public.” Isadora’s voice floated over, and she stepped up next to me wearing a pair of scrubs. “This is one of them, babe.”

Rose turned to look at her, dildo still firmly in hand. “Susan has a dent in her car.”

“Oh, right, carry on.” Isadora tilted her head in my direction. “Good morning.”

“Is it?” I replied dryly. “I don’t even know what I’m doing here.”

She laughed, crossing her arms over her chest. “Yeah, been there. This does work though. Watch.”

Rose spat on the suction end of the dildo and spread it out, firmly grasping its shaft with her other hand. I shifted uncomfortably at the sight—I knew exactly what her hand felt like in that situation, and all the thoughts I had were going straight down to my cock, sending very unfortunate messages.

Isadora quietly laughed next to me, as if she knew what I was thinking.

Hell, she probably did.

I wasn’t so stupid as to think Rose hadn’t told her how we knew one another.

Rose attached the suction to the dent on Susan’s car, holding it in place. Now both hands were wrapped around the penis part, and I briefly turned away. How the fuck I hadn’t reached down to adjust my trousers I didn’t know, but I did have to shift my position to hide my cock’s betrayal of me.

I was in my thirties, and here I was, getting hard in public like an uncontrolled teenager.

“Bet you wish you’d left, huh,” Isadora whispered as Rose wiggled the dildo to see if it was well stuck on.

Yeah.

She knew.

I quietly cleared my throat, refusing to answer.

How had this become my life?

Rose braced herself with one foot on the car. “Ready? One, two, three,” she said, then tugged. It took a couple of attempts, but there was a ‘pop’ as the metal went back into place, and Rose carefully removed the dildo from it before giving the boot door a close look.

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