Page 75 of Never Stop

Me:I am.

A few seconds later I received another text.

Easton:Me too.

I wanted to ask him what they were doing but thought better of it. He was obviously not with any other woman if he was thinking about me and texting me.

Me:Love you.

I watched as the dots on the screen indicated he was replying.

Easton:Love you.

Easton:Drunk yet?

I giggled, knowing he loved when I drunk texted him.

Me:Not yet.

Easton:Talk later.

I was standing next to some vibrators, so I took a close-up picture of a purple silicone one and sent it to him.We would be doing more than talking later.He didn’t text back, and before I could send him another text, the girls were pulling me out the door.

Once again we slid inside the warm car, and Bailee told Uzzi the next place on our list.

“What did you buy now?”

“Vibrating anal beads and a fox tail butt plug.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” I murmured. I didn’t want to use anything that would hurt. I’d had enough pain in my life.

Uzzi again looked at me through the rearview mirror. “Your man’s a lucky guy.”

I rolled my eyes and shook my head as I smiled. Easton was going to flip. He may like some—or all of the toys, but I knew he was going to be shocked as hell.

“Brooke is gonna get lucky tonight.” Tonia laughed.

“Not my ass,” I countered. “That’s staying a virgin.”

“You haven’t done anal?” Bailee asked, turning around in her seat. “All men like anal.”

Uzzi nodded.

“That doesn’t mean I’m doing it,” I clipped. “And don’t tell me about your sexcapades.”

“It’s nothing to write home about,” Tonia chimed in.

“See? I’m not missing anything.”

Bailee started to protest, but I held out my hand to stop her. “What’s left on the list?”

She turned around and pulled the piece of paper out of her purse. “Clone a Willy, glass dildo, and any vibrator we want to give you.”

“Lovely,” I groaned, but secretly I was looking forward to a new vibrator.

We pulled up to the last store, and as we exited the car, I heard a sharp “Hey!” I looked to my left and saw Nicole and the other girls getting out of a car behind us.

“Oh fuck!” Bailee squealed. “We need to hurry. This might be their last stop too.”