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Alana

“ T his is the sex shop, isn’t it?” Liam asked as he held the door open for me. I didn’t need any further clarification on what he was referring to.

“The Sex and the City one, yeah,” I answered. It also happened to be the first one I ever stepped foot in and therefore, it held a special place in my heart.

“I’ve never actually been in a sex shop before,” he said as he laced his fingers with mine.

“There is probably somebody, somewhere, writing poetry about the symmetry of us both having first experiences in the same sex shop.”

I felt flustered now that we were here. We’d established that sex toys were good. Liam had been the one to decide that we needed to make the journey to a decent one because he knew I wouldn’t have remembered a charger, and wanted to make sure that I was sexually satisfied.

I was overwhelmed by the fact that I was having sex with someone who was actively interested in my pleasure.

“You alright, Len?” Liam’s voice cut through my thoughts .

“Yeah, this is just all very weird. It’s a good weird, but still…yeah, weird,” I answered.

Liam just nodded and started wandering, gently pulling me along with him. He came to a stop in front of ropes of silk.

“Hypothetically, would you tie me up?” he asked casually.

“And just leave you there? Sure.” An idea formed. Quickly.

“No, seriously.” He squeezed my fingers.

“I am being serious. I wouldn’t leave you there forever. But you, naked, limbs tied up, completely at my disposal. Yeah, I would do that. I could leave a vibrator on and then go bake a batch of brownies or something. Come back with gooey baked goods to you being an over stimulated mess. I’m up for that.”

Liam was silent and when I turned to look at him, I saw his mouth was opening and closing. His eyes looked darker, and his neck was flushed.

“Have you thought about that before?” His voice was gruff. Broken. His question was accompanied by one of his hands dipping to his crotch and readjusting.

“Not until you asked, but the visual came to me as quickly as they do when I get a new idea for a cake.”

Liam grabbed several silk ropes and pulled me further into the shop.

“For when we are not sleeping in your parents’ house,” he said. There was no doubt in his voice.

“Alright, what’s one of yours then?”

“One of my what?”

“Fantasies. I just gave you mine practically wrapped up in a little bow.”

“And it was a great gift. One that I can’t seem to move past.” He swallowed thickly and then shook his body out.

“Well, you can’t have it, it’s mine,” I retorted.

“I always thought about taking you in a locker room,” he threw out easily.

“What do you mean always ?”

“Are you a suction toy girl?” he asked instead.

“On very rare occasions,” I answered.

“So no to this section then. Are we talking dildos or bullets only then?”

Part of me couldn’t get used to the fact that we were so casually having this conversation. I’d never been with someone where this kind of conversation was even possible.

“If I have you, then why do I need a dildo?”

“Because I won’t always be around if you want something to fuck?”

“Firstly, wasn’t this trip out of the house supposed to be just for a new vibrator because the one I have with me is now dead? I have other toys in a drawer in my bedside table. In Detroit. Secondly, if I’m that desperate, it’s external stimulation only. I don’t tend to have the patience to deal with anything else, and if I really do need it, my fingers do just fine.”

“Toys? As in plural? And he never wanted in?” I could tell he was trying to be neutral, but there was always a hint of annoyance in his tone whenever he mentioned Kai.

“Yes, as in plural. And no, he never wanted in. What about you?” I’d never really leant much into the idea of being the one doing the fucking because I knew Kai would say no, but Liam hadn’t batted an eyelid at the idea that I might want to tie him up and edge him indefinitely, so maybe he wouldn’t run from this idea.

His eyebrows drew together. “Huh?”

“Do you need a dildo?”

“You wanna fuck me?” He didn’t sound anything other than interested.

“Is it an option?”

“It could be. But again, not when we’re sleeping in your parents’ house.”

Liam kept talking about a future between us like it was a foregone conclusion.

No hesitation. No questioning.

Just a certain belief that what we had created in these six days would stand up on its own two feet when we left the Westchester bubble.

And I couldn’t forget that ‘always’ he’d mentioned, like it was nothing. This wasn’t fake anymore. It arguably never was.

“I could apply that logic to you. Penetrative sex is still penetrative sex.” I was mostly joking. There was no way that I was going much longer without knowing what he felt like inside me and getting him to come at least once while he was there.

“A fair point and I don’t have a good enough reason as to why you can’t peg me in the next week other than the fact that I am down for it, but not in my immediate future.”

“I’ll allow it then,” I teased. Now that he had given me permission, I didn’t really want to do it in my parents’ house either. I needed a whole day for all the things I wanted to do to him with no risk of someone knocking for us to help with something mundane, like dinner.

We finally reached the display of clitoral vibrators .

“So many options,” Liam whispered in my ear. I could feel silk brushing against the back of my hand.

“Less options when you eliminate all the brightly coloured ones that I don’t vibe with. Pun only a little bit intended.”

“Of course you only want your sex toys to come in black,” he teased, picking up the sole black one available and studying the packaging. “Ten settings, silent, waterproof, rechargeable. I assume that ticks all your boxes?”

“Yeah, that should just about do it. And they don’t have to be black. Any neutral colour will do,” I clarified.

He walked away from me and headed towards the checkout desk, but not before picking up three boxes of condoms and two bottles of lube.

“Are three boxes really necessary?”

“I find in these situations, it’s best to be over-prepared, and I do not want a repeat of this morning where I have to put off letting you sink down on my cock because we ran out.”

“That’s still sixty condoms. How much sex are we having in the next week?” More sex than I had in the last couple of years, that’s for sure.

“As much as we want. You want anything else?”

“I want you to hand me that vibrator and I’ll go pay for it.” I reached out for it, and he held it up over his head. I stretched for it, and he flicked his wrist to keep it just out of my grasp. I could get it, he wasn’t that much taller than me and we had a similar reach, but I knew it would be a pointless task. He was paying for this no matter how much I protested.

“No. You want anything else?” he asked.

“No, just the vibrator. And the condoms. Good call on the lube,” I replied.

“Great, you might as well wait for me outside.”

“So the woman behind the counter can flirt with you without my presence?” I was joking. I’d noticed her notice Liam the moment that we walked in. He was hard to miss, especially when he walked around looking like a living wet dream in his backwards cap. She had not stopped staring at him as he moved around the store. Even when she had been serving other people, she’d had one eye on Liam.

“She’d probably do it even if you were there.” He shrugged.

“So you noticed her too?”

“The same way you can sense when a guy isn’t going to leave you alone is the same way I always know when someone is going to toe the line of appropriate behaviour when I inevitably have to interact with them. So yeah, I noticed her.”

“I’m so glad I don’t have to deal with passionate sports fans.”

“You do still have to deal with men, though.”

“A good point. Alright, I’ll go wait outside.” I went to move, but his hand wrapped loosely around my wrist and pulled me into him.

“Wait, is preventing the flirting why you wanted to go pay? Are you trying to be all Momma Bear with me, or is it a jealousy thing?” He cocked his scarred eyebrow.

It was both.

“It’s neither. I’m chill. You can look after yourself, and if I worried about every person who was ever going to flirt with you, I would be permanently jealous and who has that kind of time?”

“I probably have that kind of time.”

“Then you should really get a job, Muller,” I teased and headed out of the store.

Fifteen minutes after I left him, Liam finally joined me outside. I sensed him standing next to me and heard an intake of breath when he looked down at my phone screen and saw what I was reading. Instead of talking, he took one of my hands and stuffed it in his coat pocket, pulling me closer to him in the process.

Five minutes later, I reached the end of the chapter and locked my phone.

“Was she just about to get railed by three werewolves?” Liam asked.

“Yeah, she was.” I sounded almost wistful. Liam picked up on it.

“Sorry to have stolen you from what I imagine would have been a fun time.”

“What took you so long? Did you get lost after I left you in there?”

“No, I did get distracted though. Look what I bought.” He released one of the straps of the bag in his hand and I looked at the contents. Most of it was as I expected, but there was an extra box in there that I didn’t know about. I pulled it up slightly, keeping it in the bag but high up enough that I could see what it was.

“It’s a cock ring,” I said.

“It’s a vibrating cock ring, which means we don’t always have to worry about added external stimulation if I’m inside you because it will just be right there. Plus, it feels great for me so that’s a bonus.” Liam sounded so proud of his purchase.

It was ridiculous to almost feel like crying over a cock ring. I felt more emotional about this ring of silicone than I had when Kai had presented me with a ring of silver and diamonds.

I could feel tears prickling at the backs of my eyes, threatening to spill out with every blink I took. I buried my head in the fabric of the travelling sweater, revelling in the feel of his chest against me.

“You want a bagel? I’m craving cream cheese and lox.” Liam asked, his hand squeezing mine three times in his coat pocket.

I sniffed and extracted myself from Liam’s arms.

“A bagel sounds good,” I replied. Liam did not comment on the fact that my voice sounded thick with unshed tears. I wasn’t sure I would be able to explain to him why a cock ring had made me so emotional and thankfully, he didn’t make me.

I’d forgotten how easy loving Liam Mulligan was. It was so easy, I never realised I was doing it until the thought struck me out of nowhere.

Just like a rainstorm.