Page 52 of Last First Time
His smile lights up the entire room. Then he leans close enough to whisper in my ear. “You know you don’t have to do this, right? If you want to still play with toys, I’m happy to watch. Or even participate.”
My mouth goes dry, even as my clit throbs at the layer of promise and heat in his words. “Oh, don’t worry. I kept a few of my very favorite toys. And we can always pick out some new ones together.”
His teeth close around my earlobe, and I squirm against him. “Now let me go outside. Let’s light some old dildos on fire.”
He laughs, that full and gorgeous sound that I am never going to get tired of hearing. “I think I’ve got some court documents that need burning too.”
He twines his fingers around mine, as the two of us and a few of our friends move toward the little bonfire already burning merrily outside. I nod at Darcy, one of the town’s firefighters, who has apparently been in charge of the little blaze.
One by one, my sex toys from the box end up on the flames. The melting plastic stench is horrific, but Reed stands by my side, stoic as ever as we watch my days of lonely single life catch fire.
Kade leans closer. “Seriously Kar. How many vibrators did you even have?” He nudges one hip against mine. “I would have offered you a friends-with-benefits deal years ago if I’d known it was like this.”
I throw the box on last, and the cardboard catches quickly, even as one of the vibrators rumbles away in the flames, apparently having jostled itself on during the dumping process.
“We had to wait until the time was right, Kade. If we’d gotten together years ago, when I was a flower child and you were a Rich Boy, I don’t think we ever would have made it. We had to grow up a lot to get to where we deserve each other.”
He looks at the little blaze. “I think I’m luckier than I deserve. But I’ll spend every day of my life trying to convince you that you’re the lucky one.”
We wait, close to one another, two people who finally found their way to each other despite all the odds stacked up against us.
I can hear the noise of the party behind us, the heavy metal music shaking the front glass of Riddles. Everything is absolutely right, maybe for the first time in my entire life.
Then Reed leans over, muttering in my ear, “Am I imagining this, or is one of those fucking things still on and running in there?”
A sharp, embarrassed laugh breaks out from my mouth. “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mayor Harrington.”
Darcy snorts. She knew what he was talking about all right.
“I love you, Karisma Troudeau. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” He kisses me again, even as the vibrator continues its rumbling death throes in the flames.
“Then what are we waiting for, Mister Mayor? I believe we have some important campaign business to attend to elsewhere.” I swat my own butt for emphasis, in case he missed the very obvious innuendo that I put into my words.
His eyebrows flick up. “Hell yes. But who’s going to lock up?”
Darcy raises her hand. “Throw me the keys, girl. You know I’ll take care of it.”
I smile at her. “Don’t let anybody drive home who can’t. That’s what the fishbowl is for. And don’t let Aunt Opal pour the drinks because she has absolutely no self-control.”
Darcy snorts. “You got it, lady. Go have fun.” She gives me a little finger wave and then shifts her attention back to the blaze.
Kade tucks me under his arm and we move out into the night, toward hours of well-deserved sexy times and relaxation. Toward the rest of our lives, the two of us side by side.
THE END