Page 110 of Dubious Match
I definitely hope that she’s serious about being able to sink into her tight, wet heat. Fuck, it’s going to suck to drive right now.
Walking out together, I lead her down the stairs where three pairs of jaws drop.
“Why are you taking her to this thing again?” Mal groans.
“One set of tickets was sent to our office,” I remind him. “We said it would be good for us to go.”
“But it’s not us, it’s you and Hollis,” Brice says, looking as if he’s in pain.
“Sucks to be you then, doesn’t it?” I smirk.
“You have each other,” Hollis says with a giggle. “I’m sure you’ll have fun without us.”
“Blowjobs without you are fun, but we’ll still miss you,” Felix teases.
Hollis narrows her eyes before walking over and throwing her arms around his neck. She rubs her cheek against his before murmuring, “You better.”
Helping Hollis into her coat as she steps back, I offer her my arm and open the garage door. It’s too damn cold right now to leave the cars outside. Her car is also safely tucked away so she doesn’t have to go outside until she absolutely has to.
It makes me worry about Nova, but she hasn’t been home in days. Her work has been very demanding, and it makes me hope that she’s getting some down time.
“Have you seen Nova at all?” Hollis asks once we’re on our way to the gate in the SUV.
“Funny you should mention that,” I say. “I was just thinking about how she hasn’t been home this week. She mentioned to Malcolm that she was staying with her client for a while.”
“She’s really dedicated,” Hollis says.
“I think that her clients are really lucky,” I shrug. “Why do you ask?”
“I was just wondering.”
Hollis changes the subject smoothly and asks about the charity event we’re going to, and I let her. Maybe she was just being nice.
“The charity event is going to support a recreation center that’s being built,” I explain. “The area isn’t great, but they’re hoping to keep the kids busy and off the streets. There will be an area for anyone that wants to do homework or may need a tutor, after school care, and pick up games.”
“Do they have enough adult volunteers?” she asks, interested.
“They’re going to be pulling from the community, high school and colleges for volunteer hours, and there are other volunteers that are passionate about getting this rec center up and running,” I add.
“I think that’s amazing,” she says. “How are they running donations?”
“They have a silent auction. I actually put together a basket for it.”
“You did. What’s in it?” she asks, blushing.
Chuckling, I pull through the gate and take a left out to the street. I love that she flushes when she talks about sex toys. Sometimes she’s brazen and confident, and others she’s almost whispering like she is now.
“Oh you know…” I tease. “I have sensual massage oil, gloves, warming lubricant, a tickle and tease flogger, and a wand in there. I wanted a little bit of everything.”
“Did you drop it off already?” Hollis asks, glancing in the backseat.
“I did,” I say, amused. God, that would be embarrassing, wouldn’t it? “They wanted time to stage the tables for the event.”
“That’s how I’d do it,” she admits. “So…knotted butt plugs didn’t make the cut?”
“I heard they weren’t realistic and too small,” I tell her, holding my breath so I won’t laugh.
“Stop,” Hollis giggles. “Compared to you all, they’re small! I think you should have knotted toys that prepare people for the real thing.”
