Page 92 of Mayhem
Erin nodded. “Yes.”
They continued shopping, and she found several things she wanted. Aside from the lingerie she picked out, most of the items were things she wanted to try with them or have them use on her. The more they walked through the store, the more they whispered in her ear and drew visuals of what they could do with each item she chose; she couldn’t wait to try them.
Erin hadn’t realized until they went to check out that she had two full baskets. She’d intended only to choose a couple of things to start with. As the sales associate rang the items up, Erin considered returning some of them. Several toys she’d chosen were hundreds of dollars each, and she’d gotten at least ten lingerie sets. However, she was trying to embrace the fact that her boyfriends wanted to and didn’t mind spending money on her, that they could buy her every item in the store if she wanted them.
“Will that be all for you?” the associate asked.
“Do you want anything else, Angel?” Paetyn asked.
Erin shook her head. “No, baby.”
“Are you sure, Maly?” Cruz checked.
“I’m sure, babe.”
She watched the sales associate look between the three of them as Paetyn handed her his card. She gave Erin a knowing look that slipped into a sly smile.
Once their purchase was made, she tried to grab a bag, only for it to be taken from her. They put the bags in the trunk and got into the car. Erin would be lying if she said she wasn’t excited for the next time they could try some of the things she’d chosen.
Cruz chuckled as he watched Erin do a little happy dance as her ball sank into the hole. After leaving the first destination, they went to dinner and were now at Urban Putt. Going through the first course, each time their girlfriend sank a shot, she did a little dance.
He drank his beer while Paetyn got up to take his turn, and Erin walked over and sat on his lap.
“I’m leading the pack,” she told him.
Cruz chuckled. He was coming to notice if it was something either of them could win, they were competitive about it.
“Yes, you are. I’d like to say I’m letting you, but it isn’t true.”
Erin smiled at him. “You want me to let you win, baby?”
Cruz snorted before poking her in the side, causing her to squirm. “How sweet,” he responded sarcastically.
She got off his lap, sliding onto Paetyn’s when it was his turn, and Cruz placed his ball down, taking his turn. It took him three strokes before he got the ball into the hole.
They continued through that course and the second. Erin won both times. They turned in their putters and stayed for another drink before they left. As they were walking out, she paused, and he turned to look at her to find her looking up at the stars.
He’d noticed her fascination with stars. The way she seemed to get lost in them and this look of nostalgia overtook her. Cruz decided they’d take her somewhere that weekend where she could enjoy them.
Her eyes came to his, and she smiled at him before they continued to the car. They got into the car, and Paetyn pulled out of the parking lot.
“Should we stop somewhere and get dessert?” Paetyn questioned.
“It’s almost eleven,” Erin stated. “I know you have to work in the morning, and you still have to drive home.”
“That isn’t what he asked you, Maly.”
“I know, but—”
“Angel, if it were a problem, I wouldn’t have asked.”
“Mm, why don’t we go back to your house? I’ll make cookies and then make you breakfast in the morning,” she suggested, and Cruz knew she was proposing a compromise.
“We can do that,” he responded.
They drove out of the city, and half an hour later, they pulled into their garage. They entered the house, and Erin stopped in the kitchen to gather the ingredients to make cookies. Cruz asked her if she needed help, but she shooed them away, and he decided to go upstairs and change.
He placed his wallet and phone on his dresser, undressed, tossed his clothes into the hamper, and took his shoes into his closet, putting them on the shelf. He grabbed a pair of black lounge pants from his drawer and slipped them on before returning downstairs.
