Page 72 of Playing it Country

HANNAH: Also I’m curling my hair for this so someone better appreciate it

CASE: I’ll appreciate it all night long

HANNAH: You better

I pocketmy phone before turning to walk toward the counter when pink lace catches my eye. Doing my best to keep my expression casual, I look through the sizes and find the right one for Hannah and then head toward the checkout.

She might kill me but what a way to go. The girl behind the counter looks unimpressed as she hands me my bag and receipt but that’s fine because I have a feelin’ my smokin’ hot roommate will definitely appreciate this last-minute purchase.

Back in my truck, I race home as fast as I can, so Hannah can see her gift before everyone else arrives. As soon as I walk in the door, I chuckle as I kick off my boots and walk down the hall. Music blares from the bathroom, and she’s singin’ right along with it.

“Single Ladies” by Beyoncé hits the chorus and I shimmy and shake my ass along with the queen herself in the doorway of the bathroom. Hannah cackles and then grinds against me from behind before completely dissolving into giggles and turning the music down.

“You’re such a goof,” she says as she wipes a tear from the corner of her eye. Like a knight returning home from battle, I thrust the shopping bag into her hands. She peeks inside before her eyes widen.

”What are these?” Hannah asks without looking up from the package now in her hand.

“Vibrating panties.” I confirm what she can already see on the package. Her grin is wicked and mirrors my own. “I thought you could wear them tonight and”—I shake my phone—“there’s an app I can download to control them.”

“Why do you get to control them?”

“Because it wouldn’t be as fun if you did.”

“True,” she concedes. “Can I trust you to be a gentleman?”

“You can always trust me.” I wink and she bites her lip and my cock is half hard just watching that one single move.

“You got yourself a deal, Stud.”

She sets the package on the counter and then shimmies out of the panties she’s already wearing. My mouth is drier than a desert as I watch the tiny scrap of lace fall to the floor. Ripping open the package, she examines them, her teeth worrying her bottom lip, before making a show of stepping into them and sliding the fabric up legs that were wrapped around my head only this morning.

I’d do almost anything to wake her up like that for the rest of our lives.

Startled and turned on, I fall against the bathroom doorjamb and slam my shoulder into the wood.

“You okay, Stud?” She adjusts the skirt of her dress. “Get a little excited?” she teases and I’m thankful I can play this off without telling her I want to keep her tonight and every night after.

“Just excited to watch you come apart at my touch,” I say as I wave my cell phone at her. Our eyes meet in the mirror, and her lips turn up at the corners seductively before she puts the finishing touches on her hair and makeup. “Do you think we should have a safe word?”

“Think you’re really going to rock my world with that?” The taunt is clear, and I send her a pulse from the aggressive vibration option.

She squeaks and grips the counter as her brush goes crashing to the floor. I hit the stop button and snicker.

“You were saying?”

Clearing her throat, she bends and retrieves the brush and then says, “Eyeliner.”

“That’s your safe word?” I ask for confirmation and she nods.

“Also,”—she points said eyeliner at my phone—“you do not turn that thing on if I’m talking to parents. Are we clear?”

“Crystal,” I say but I can’t stop the smile from spreading across my face.

“You’re already having too much fun with this,” she grumbles.

“Han, I’m gonna be hard all night watchin’ you get off.”

“Is that right?” She moves to stand in front of me, her hand cupping my dick through my jeans.

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