Page 81 of Sweet Caroline
Well, that’s convenient.
Caroline tenses up. “Miles, I’m not sure. I?—”
“Okay, hear me out. I know I made, like, a thousand jokes about butt stuff, and I know it wasn’t on your list, but have you ever tried it?” I experiment with its little remote, and the plug starts to hum against my fingertips.
“No,” she says. “I mean, I guess it always felt sort of wrong? Or bad, maybe? Is that silly? It sounds ridiculous when I say it out loud.”
“There’s nothing wrong with making yourself feel good.”
She softens at that, her hands drifting back to my hard cock, stroking gently.
“And, fuck…” I’m already struggling to concentrate. “I seem to remember you enjoying being a little bad.”
A delicate pink flush creeps up her cheeks. “Okay, yes, but that’s not why I bought those toys.”
“I know, I know,” I say. “It was the huge tentacle dick.”
She freezes again and rolls her eyes, though she can’t fight the grin working its way across her face.
“Do you trust me?”
She hesitates. “Yes, but?—”
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” When her gaze dips to the plug, I sense her curiosity and hold out my other pinkie. “Promise.”
With resigned amusement, she hooks her pinkie to mine.
“Here. I’ll go wash it,” I say, moving to stand.
She grabs my thigh. “You don’t need to. I… washed everything recently.”
“Recently?” I raise a brow, a heated kind of suspicion thrumming through me when she won’t meet my eyes. “Why recently?”
Her shoulders drop. “I thought I might… The night of the fundraiser?” She looks up, wide-eyed, like she’s pleading for me to fill in the blanks.
Understanding sends heat straight to my dick and it pulses in her hands. Guess I wasn’t the only one desperate for relief after that fucking kiss.
“But I chickened out, then put them all away.”
“But did you get what you needed?”
“I told you, I didn’t use?—”
“Not what I asked. That night… did you get what you needed?”
“Mm-hmm.” She bites her lip and nods, squeezing harder on the next stroke.
“Fuck,” I whisper, images of Caroline touching herself flooding my brain. I curl down to kiss her, unable to help myself. “So did I.”
A small whimper squeaks out of her at my admission.
Oh my God, this girl needs to get naked, stat.
“Take off your shirt.”
“My shirt?” She eyes the plug still humming in my hand. “But that’s for…”
“Yeah, I know what it’s for,” I laugh. “But we’re starting slow.”
