Page 27 of Entwined
But I wouldn’t let him wear me down. Not now, not ever.
I navigated through the website, my fingers moving with a kind of restless energy, not entirely sure what I was looking for. But I knew I needed something—something to fill the void that had been growing since Colson's death. It had been months since he passed, and those last weeks of his life had been devoid of any physical connection. The longing I felt wasn’t just for him, but for the intimacy, for the touch that reminded me I was still alive.
My eyes skimmed over the categories until they landed on a page labeledVibrators. My heart skipped a beat, and I paused, feeling a mix of curiosity and something close to shame. But the need was there, a quiet ache that refused to be ignored. I clicked on the link, my interest piqued as the images loaded, each one a promise of relief, of a momentary escape from the emptiness that had settled around me like a second skin.
I scrolled through the options, studying them carefully, imagining how each one might feel, how they might help me forget, if only for a little while. Then I found it—the perfect one. Sleek, discreet, powerful. It wasn’t just about satisfaction; it was about reclaiming a piece of myself, about reminding myself that I could still feel pleasure, that I wasn’t entirely numb.
I hesitated only briefly before entering my information, my fingers trembling slightly as I typed out the address for the triplex. The last thing I needed was Vaughn discovering the package. He was already too close, too intrusive. I wouldn’t put it past him to invade my privacy, to snoop through my things.
And if he knew I had resorted to this, if he knew I had found a way to satisfy my desires without him, it would only fuel hisobsession. He’d see it as a challenge, a reason to intensify his efforts to lure me into his bed.
The thought sent a shiver down my spine, but I pushed it aside. This was my choice, my control over a part of my life that had been slipping through my fingers ever since Colson’s death. Vaughn had taken enough from me. This was something I could keep for myself, something he couldn’t touch.
I clickedConfirm Purchase, a small rush of adrenaline coursing through me as the order went through. It was a simple act, but it felt like a rebellion, a way to reclaim my body, my desires, my agency. As the confirmation screen appeared, I leaned back in my chair, exhaling a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.
For now, this was enough.
It was perfect.
I tore open the box in the privacy of my bedroom at the triplex. With Easton out for the evening, I finally had the space to indulge in what I'd been craving for weeks. My stomach fluttered with anticipation, a sensation I hadn’t felt in far too long. Masturbation had become a regular thing again, but nothing compared to the way Colson had made me feel. After him, my own touch was never quite enough.
I needed something more.
I carefully removed the navy blue silicone vibrator from the box, its sleek design promising the release I desperately sought. I carried it to the bathroom, washing it under warm water as I mentally prepared myself for what was to come. By the time Iemerged, my panties were damp with anticipation, and I wasted no time slipping them off.
My dress and bra followed quickly, hitting the floor in a heap before I lay back on my bed, the cool sheets a contrast to the heat building inside me. The vibrator made a slight buzzing noise as I turned it on, then off, testing it.
I bit my lip, already imagining the relief it would bring.
Sliding it inside me, I winced at the initial discomfort—months had passed since I had anything inside me. But the discomfort quickly faded as I bent the top part of the vibrator, pressing it firmly against my swollen clit. My breath caught as I flicked the switch, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through me. My fists clenched the sheets as the sensation overwhelmed me, euphoria crashing over me like a tidal wave.
It hit all the right spots, my G-spot and clit working in tandem, pushing me toward the edge. My back arched involuntarily as I moaned, the sound echoing in the emptiness of my room. Jesus, it felt so fucking good. The orgasm built rapidly, a powerful wave that threatened to consume me. When it finally hit, it was one of the most intense releases of my life. I thrashed on the bed, the sheets twisting in my grip, my chest heaving with exertion as I rode out the final tremors.
With trembling hands, I turned off the vibrator but left it nestled inside me, craving another round when I recovered. I was lost in the afterglow when?—
“Joey?”
My heart nearly leaped out of my chest. Vaughn’s voice cut through the stillness like a knife, followed by the heavy thud of his footsteps approaching my bedroom. Panic shot throughme as I yanked the vibrator out and tossed it, along with the torn box, into the nightstand drawer. I scrambled to gather my discarded clothing, bolting to the bathroom with them clutched in my hands.
What the hell was he doing here? I never gave him a key, so how had he gotten in? I barely had time to throw on my robe before his knock sounded at the bedroom door.
“Coming,” I called out, the irony of the word making me chuckle despite my irritation.
When I opened the door, Vaughn was leaning against the wall, a smirk playing on his lips.
“How the hell did you get in here?” I demanded, tightening the sash on my robe.
He rolled his eyes. “A key. Easton gave it to me. He needed me to grab his laptop. He’s staying at the mansion this weekend and already left for Windmere Haven.”
“You could’ve warned me,” I huffed, trying to steady my racing heart.
Vaughn’s gaze narrowed, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Why is your face red? What have you been up to, Joey?”
I swallowed hard, heat flooding my cheeks as I tightened the robe around me. “No—nothing,” I stammered.
Vaughn stepped closer, running a finger down my jawline. “I can help you with that. Just say the word.”
My heart pounded in my chest. Jesus fucking Christ! How could he possibly know what I’d been doing before he arrived?
