Page 32 of The Back Forty
She shakes her head quickly, eyes glued to the ceiling. “It’s fine. It’s all good.”
It is very much not all good. My blood is buzzing under my skin, my pulse is jackhammering in my ears, and I feel like I’ve just been dumped into the middle of a sex dream that I’ve been having for thirteen months.
I shift on my feet. “Do you want me to come back in a bit to talk, or I can leave…"And move to another fucking state. "Do you want space to um, finish?”What the hell am I even saying?
Her cheeks flame. She laughs once tight and strangled. “No need for that. I’m already done.”
My brows pull together. “Wait, what?”
“I finished already,” she says quickly.
I blink. “You—damn, that fast?”
She lets out a groan and drags a pillow over her face like she wants to suffocate herself with it. “Can we notoveranalyze this, please?”
I raise both hands again like I’m innocent, even though nothing about my thoughts are. I’m seconds away from picturing exactly how fast she worked herself to get an orgasm that quickly. And worse—how she might sound doing it. Moaning, whispering—fuck, I wonder what she was thinking about? Was it me? No, why would it be me. Dani would never cross that professional line just like I wouldn’t.
I steal another glimpse at it, wondering if it smells like her pussy. If it's still coated in her and how it’d taste.
“Okay. What would you like me to do right now?” I ask. “I'm trying not to be a complete creep and make this awkward.”
“You’re failing miserably.”
“Thanks.”
She pulls the pillow off her face, glaring at me like I’m the one who started this whole mess which to be fair, I did storm in here without knocking. “Is it that unbelievable that I was able to get myself off that fast?”
I blink. “Uh, what?” Because I thought we'd moved on from that comment.
Before I can stop her, she throws the blankets off, hops out of bed in nothing but a T-shirt and—thankfully—it's long enough to cover up to right above her knees, then she picks up the pink vibrator like it’s a TV remote and this is all normal.
“Let me just give you the show-and-tell since you’re already here and clearly curious.”
“Dani—”
But it’s too late. She flips it on, and the thing starts vibrating quietly in her hand.
Then she presses another button.
And another.
And another.
Until the damn thing is vibrating so violently it’s practically levitating out of her palm.
“What the hell,” I mutter as she lets it bounce once on the mattress like some kind of obscene power tool. “That’s aggressive.”
She snorts. “It’s just efficient. No fuss, no fantasy. Gets the job done.”
“So… when I knocked, you just cranked it up to eleven and went for it?”
She shrugs. “Yes. You startled me. I didn’t want you to hear anything so I just…” She gestures vaguely with the toy. “Jacked it up so I could get it over with.”
I gape. “You came in the time it took for me to push open the door and step inside?”
“I said I was efficient.”
I fall onto her bed, laughing. Hard. The kind of laugh that tears a hole in the tension and lets me breathe again. My whole chest shakes with it, and then I feel her laughing too, her giggles tumbling over mine until we’re both breathless, laying on her bed on our backs together staring at the ceiling fan.
