Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 136048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
“Woah, girl. Put that shit away,” Diesel says, immediately whipping around to face the wall, suddenly finding it very interesting as I throw my hand between my thighs, desperately trying to cover my cooch, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.
“Yoooo,” Ace laughs, his brow arched, only pretending to turn around, but mostly still gawking. “You good, babe? There was a 911 call from here.”
“Oh my God,” I groan. “Now is not the best time for a house call. I’m gonna need the two of you to fuck right off and bleach your eyeballs until you forget you saw any of this.”
Ace whips back around, his gaze flicking from left to right. “Wait. What’s that noise?” he asks, searching for the sound.
Uhhh . . . shit.
Diesel turns around too, pointedly not looking at me as he starts to search, the two of them stealthily moving around the living room as though searching for a bomb, when Ace’s gaze lands on the empty vibrator box on the floor.
“Wait,” he says slowly, his gaze flicking from the box and then back to me, a deep suspicion in his tone as I hear the faint sound of the ambulance approaching from somewhere down the street. “What the fuck is going on here?”
“I’M THE SOUND, OKAY?” I blurt, the endless vibrations driving me insane. “It’s a vibrator and it’s . . . stuck.”
Ace doubles over in laughter as Diesel turns to look me over again, seeing me in a whole new light. “You’ve got a vibrator stuck . . .”
“In my cooch,” I finish for him. “I was having a little me time with this new vibrator that Izzy gave me, and I apparently should have read the instructions, because how the fuck was I supposed to know that it wasn’t meant for internal use?”
Diesel tries not to smirk as he grabs a throw blanket from across the room and drapes it over me. “I’m confused,” he says. “How the fuck does a vibrator get stuck?”
“I don’t know,” I groan. “But it’s still on, and it’s too much. You need to get this thing out of me. Please. It’s hurting, and it’s already made me come six times, and if it happens again, I think it might actually kill me.”
Ace stops laughing, his eyes flicking between me and Diesel. “Step aside,” he tells Diesel, pushing his sleeves up to his elbows as the sirens get louder in the distance. “Let the master work.”
Ace gets into position at the end of the couch, and as he starts to lean over and adjust the blanket to get a better view, Diesel shakes his head. “Fuck’s sake. The least you can do is sanitize your hands before you go fishing around inside her.”
Ace’s head snaps up from between my thighs. “Good point,” he says, getting back to his feet. “Hey, you know if Knight has one of those headlights lying around here anywhere? Might come in handy while searching through the cavern.”
I give him a hard stare, but all he can do is smirk as he struts off toward the kitchen to wash his hands, and the moment he’s out of sight, I turn my attention on Diesel. “Please don’t let him put his fingers inside me. He’ll never let me live it down.”
Diesel scoffs. “You’re already fucked, girl. Just the vision of you lying on the couch with your cunt out and the sound of the vibration in the air is enough to ensure a lifetime of relentless teasing.”
“Fuck,” I mutter as the vibration starts to really get under my skin. “How did you even know to come?”
“911 operator flagged the address,” Diesel explains just as the ambulance pulls up outside, its flashing lights shining through the living room window. “Knight was notified about the call, but he had been called back to the scene, so he asked us to come and check it out as we were only minutes away. He was already on his way, should be here soon, but if he knew this is what we’d be walking into, he never would have asked us to come.”
“Yeah, I get—oh fuck.” My eyes widen in horror as the vibration brings on another orgasm, and as my whole body begins to tremble and my eyes roll in the back of my head, Diesel discreetly turns around again. “No, no, no. This isn’t happening.”
I try to pull the throw blanket over my head, but in doing that, I expose my cooch again, and despite wanting nothing more than to dig a hole and bury myself, I have no choice but to see this through.
The orgasm is excruciating, my body unable to handle it anymore. Tears spring from my eyes as a pained groan rumbles through my chest until it finally fades away, leaving me gasping for air.
The paramedics finally arrive, striding through the door just as Ace returns from the kitchen, a headlight strapped to his forehead and a pair of latex gloves on each hand. “The doctor is in the building,” he announces before holding up a pair of kitchen tongs.