Page 25 of Desired By you (Always & Forever #3)

Chapter Nineteen

Gabriella

I must have lost my damn mind, left my senses and my panties apparently at home.

When Brad proposed that I wear this thing to dinner, at first, I thought he was joking.

But when I realized he was serious, I had two thoughts.

I can do what I always do, run scared and say no, or take a risk and do it.

After all, this is why I am doing this with him.

I need to get out of my comfort zone, push the limits and boundaries, and open myself up to new experiences, grow in confidence, and I won’t do that if I stay within the lines I’ve drawn for myself.

Sometimes we need to color outside of the lines, and today is one of those days.

I’ve taken on the energy and confidence I have when I’m dancing at the club.

The only difference here is that I don’t have the shield of my red mask.

But that’s what I want. To merge my two worlds into one, but when you have been made to feel that who you really want to be is wrong, that’s a hard mountain to climb and get over, but I have Brad now to help me, and it starts tonight.

Maybe this is the push I need to break out of my shell.

But you can do this, Gabby.

After Brad left, I got ready and then opened up the box fully.

I followed the instructions and clicked the on button before I slipped it inside me, making sure the tail part covered my clit as the step by step guide stated.

I won't lie, I was very grateful for the illustrations. I was expecting it to buzz, or do something, but nothing, and there wasn’t time to figure it out.

Ali came bursting through my door, and I had to throw the packaging under my comforter.

“Are you okay?” Ali asks, sitting beside me in the back of the cab. “You keep fidgeting.”

“Yeah, I’m good. It’s these pants. Just a little tight,” I say, adjusting the waistband of the leather pants I wore out a few weeks ago. I thought pants were a safer choice. I was worried the thing was going to fall out of me when I walked.

We arrive outside to find Jack, Ria, Harry, and Brad all standing outside the double doors that lead to the Italian restaurant.

We greet our friends and walk through the doors where the hostess welcomes us. I follow our friends, but a large hand wraps around my arm and pulls me back. I turn, and it's Brad.

“Over here,” he mutters. He leads me towards a corridor where a sign for the bathrooms is.

“What’s up?” I ask. He looks around and then zones in on me.

“Are you wearing it?”

“Yeah,” I say, holding my purse in front of me as if it is concealing what’s underneath my pants.

He gives me a pleased grin. “Good girl. How do you feel?”

“Full,” I say dryly. “I don’t know if I did it right.”

He leans his forearm against the wall and covers his mouth with his hands, but the way his eyes light up, I know he’s fighting to keep a laugh inside.

“Did you turn it on?” he asks. I look around to make sure no one is listening in.

“Yes, but it didn’t do anything,” I whisper.

“It will.” He takes my hands and guides me back, but we break hands as soon as we enter the main dining room and see Jack waving us down.

“Where did you go?” Ria asks as I take my seat.

“Oh, I needed the bathroom.” The lie slips off my tongue with ease, and I lift my menu to cover my face in case anyone detects it.

“What’s everyone having?” Ria asks. “Now the wedding is over and I don’t have a dress to fit into, I’m having pasta and a dessert, oooh and the bruschetta and…”

“Girl, just order one of everything.” Ali laughs.

“Have whatever you want, sweetheart. I don’t know why you insisted on being carb-free before the wedding. You’re perfect as you are,” Jack says, staring at his wife.

Ria blushes and leans over the table to meet Jack halfway and kisses him.

“Oh, please, I haven’t eaten yet and I’m ready to throw up my dinner. We get it. You’re in love. But save it for the honeymoon, yeah?” Harry pleads.

“Don’t be a sourpuss, H. Maybe if you treated a woman and complimented her the way Jack does, you might find a woman who can stand to be around you long enough to fall in love with you,” Ali says.

“You weren’t complaining last night when I, aaaahh, the fuck?” Harry yells, his face contorting in pain.

“Sorry, my heel must have caught your leg,” she says innocently. I want to ask what he was trying to say but I think better of it and decide the situation needs defusing before it escalates.

“Ri, are the girls excited for Disney World?” I ask, scanning the menu.

“So excited, Lexi has been watching the parade videos on YouTube and planning all the merchandise she wants to buy, and Elle just keeps asking if Minnie Mouse will be there.” Her face glows as she talks about her girls.

“It will be nice to spend some family time before we head on honeymoon. Jack’s been in Disney Dad training mode. ” She giggles.

“Have you seen the place? There are like fifty-eight parks and so many apps, it’s like planning a military operation,” Jack explains, a flicker of fear alight in his eyes.

Harry slaps Jack on the back. “Good job you’ve got lots of experience with that, then.” We all chuckle, and as I scan the wine list, something vibrates inside me and I let out a small yelp of surprise.

“Are you okay?” Ali asks. Everyone’s eyes are on mine, confusion on their faces, all of them except Brad, who looks very pleased with himself.

“Yeah, yeah, I just thought I saw a bug, but it wasn’t.” I laugh, embarrassed by the sound I just made.

Ali eyes me curiously and turns back to her menu, to place her drink order with the waiter who comes up behind her.

The vibrating happens again, but this time it lasts longer, and it feels good.

Too good. Like something I should not be experiencing at the table with my friends.

The part that’s covering my clit begins to move and I close my eyes, trying my best to ignore the feeling.

Why has it started buzzing now? Did I knock a button when I sat down?

The feeling intensifies, and I fear a moan will escape. A waiter appears beside me, and panic swirls inside my gut.

“What can I get you to drink?” As he finishes his sentence, it stops. I breathe a sigh of relief.

“A glass of rosé, please.” He leaves, and everyone falls into a comfortable chatter.

Ali starts talking about her upcoming work trip and how she’s still uncertain of where they are sending her, but it will be for a couple of weeks.

I go to add to the conversation when the vibrating starts again, but this time the vibrations feel quick, like little pulses of pleasure shooting through my core.

“Is someone’s phone vibrating?” Ria asks, and I freeze. Holy hell, can they hear what’s going on inside of me? Everyone checks their phones.

Brad quirks his lips and stares at me, dead in the eyes as he says, “Is your phone vibrating, Gabriella?” I don’t get a chance to reply.

The buzzing continues and this time it’s consistent.

I squeeze my thighs together in a bid to fan the flames of the fire that’s igniting within me, but it only intensifies.

I decide I need to focus on something, a singular spot to distract the building pressure that makes me want to roll my eyes and rub myself against this seat.

Seriously, I’m a mess. The waiter places my glass of wine in front of me and I reach for it, draining it in one go.

“Woah Gabs, we haven’t even ordered.” Harry chuckles.

“Sorry, I’m thirsty. Could I get another, please?

“ I ask the waiter holding up my empty glass as he begins to walk off. I hand him the glass, and as he leaves, the vibrations intensify. It’s then I notice Brad on his phone, tapping his thumb on the screen at exactly the same time as the pulses of vibration go through me. I narrow my eyes at him.

Is he…?

My fingers hook the edge of my seat as a whimper falls from my lips, and all eyes focus on me again. “Are you okay?” Ali asks, pressing the back of her fingers to my forehead as if she were checking my temperature.

“Yes,” I breathe out. “I’m good. It’s just a little warm in here.”

“Are you sure? You look like you are in pain or about to burst. Do you want to go home?”

I let out a laugh. It’s pained and I shuffle in my seat. “No, I’m fine.” I cross my legs over, making sure I give Brad a swift kick under the table.

“Ow,” he yelps.

The vibrations stop, and I grin. “I’m great.”

“Did you just kick me?” Brad hisses.

“Whoops, sorry, my heel must have caught your leg too.” I narrow my eyes at him.

I’ve caught on to your game, Bradley Russo.

A different waiter appears ready to take everyone’s order. When he works his way down towards me, the vibrations begin again and I want to scream. This is the biggest mix of pain and pleasure. Brad casually orders his food, all the while tapping at his phone under the table.

From the corner of my eye, I see Ria root through her purse. “I’m telling you, someone’s phone is vibrating, Jack, check your phone. It could be Anne about the girls,” Ria says, pulling her own phone out.

Ground, open up and swallow me whole, please.

Jack holds up his phone. “Sweetheart, nothing. It’s not vibrating.”

The vibration stops and I let out a sigh of relief. I need to get to the bathroom and get this thing out of me, but I fear the evidence of my arousal is going to be left on my seat. I know I have to burn this underwear. They are ruined.

I kick my leg to catch Brad’s, but Harry yelps. “Ah, what the fuck, Ali?”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“Sorry, that was me,” I say weakly as I look over at Brad, who continues to smirk but thankfully pauses my torture.

“… and for you, Miss, what can I get you to eat?”

“Hi, can I get the bruschetta to start, and the tomato paaaaaaa…” I cry out, my pitch reaching a level only well-trained dogs could hear.

My legs begin to tremble.

“Are you okay, Gabs?” Harry chuckles.

I let out a slow breath when the vibration stops.