Page 96 of Stumped

“He’ssofucking hot, Vee. And my coochie remembers him even after all these years. She was totally in charge.”

“Oh my god. I thought you were going totalk?”

She shrugs, smiling sheepishly. “We tried, but I’m so weak. He’s like an Indian Viking and it’s rude to be so beautiful. And I was thinking of this as a way to get him out of my system?”

“Did you?”

She blushes. “Four times.”

“Jesus, Tam.”

“It was so good I couldn’t walk straight the next day.”

I make a face. “Please spare me the details.”

“I got what I wanted and I don’t have to see him again.”

I roll my eyes, because nobody believes that. “Elias and I are together, so he’s going to be around.”

Tamara whines as a shadow appears in the doorway and we yelp.

“Lots of frustrated sounds coming from here. What happened?”

“Honey, what are you wearing?” I tilt my head at Elias’s getup.

A fake moustache is lopsided on his face and a bright pink Rajasthan Strikers jersey is paired with dark shorts. A backwards cap matches his jersey and hides his thick hair.

“Didn’t want to show up as ourselves to this match, so…disguises.”

“You look ridiculous,” my cousin forces out through her laughter and walks out of the room.

“Is it really that bad?” Elias asks and I shrug.

“Maybe not in a crowd of Strikers fans?”

He pulls off the moustache with a whimper as he sits. “Maybe. Tamara okay?”

“Oh yeah. How come Patrick’s not coming to the game?”

“Ah, she told you about their night.”

I gasp. “You knew?!”

“Obviously. Pat told me the day I got back. I wasn’t sworn to secrecy, I forgot.” He winces and flashes me a weird smile.

“Good thing you’re so pretty.”

He smirks and nuzzles into my neck. “Seems only fair if I’m to be worthy of you.”

“What a charmer,” I tease and nudge him away. “I’m going to wash up. May I have your phone?

He arches an eyebrow but hands the device over. “Are you going to save some nudes?”

“Why settle for pictures when you have the real thing?”

“Damn straight. I love you,” he mumbles into a kiss. I push him out and close the door. In the shower, I clean the app-controlled vibrator I bought a few years ago. Once the app is downloaded onto his phone, I pair the devices. With the help of a little lube, I slide the egg-shaped portion of the vibrator inside and set it at the lowest vibration. Once I’m ready, I walk out to three men in Strikers jerseys and disguises. Elias grins when he looks me over, recognising the dress.

“Is that…from the night we met?”

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