by Heather Long
I bit my lip. Well, I hadn’t gone that far yet, and I gave a little head shake. Today’s date had been an impulse borne out of texting this morning while we’d been doing French homework. Truthfully, I really hadn’t known Coop was going to be home this afternoon. Archie had gone to play golf with his grandfather, and he promised to be back after dinner. He’d invited me to go, and while I was curious about ‘real’ golf, I also didn’t think I should be crashing his grandfather time either. Jake had work and dinner with his family, and Ian had music tutoring today with some students. A shiver went through me at the thought of the studio.
Somehow, I didn’t think I’d ever look at that recording room the same way again. And on that note, I focused on Coop eyeing Rachel with a grin of amusement. “Do your worst,” he told her. “I want to spend an afternoon with my girl, and I’m even willing to spend the afternoon with you, Rach. You gotta accept that we’re gonna end up being friends by default if nothing else.”
Her snort had me biting my lip, but she rolled her eyes and just waved to the interior of the car. “C’mon, but just remember,” she said the last two words to me. “You asked for this.”
Coop grinned and gave my hand a squeeze before he slid into the backseat and left me with shotgun. “So,” he asked as Rachel backed out of the parking spot. “Where are we going?”
“Store called Kink on the Hill,” Rachel answered without missing a beat. “I’m getting Frankie a couple of vibrators.” The smirk she tossed over her shoulder was full of wickedness. “Still want to tag along?”
“Well, I’m definitely going now,” Coop said with a drawl before cutting a look at me. My face heated, but I met his grin with one of my own. “Getting daring, are we?”
“Getting?” I dared him, and his grin grew slow and pleased.
“Fair enough,” he said, then slumped back in the seat. “So what else do we do on girls’ day?”
Rachel snorted. “Hair, nails, sometimes we get coffee and talk about your dick sizes.”
“Works for me,” Coop said holding up his hand, eyes twinkling. “I could definitely go for a manicure.”
“Waxing is an option, too.”
And I put a hand over my face. Oh my god. Rachel had to go there.
“Bikini waxes are the rage. Tell me, Coop, are you a fan of the groomed or the wild?”
“I’m a fan of Frankie,” he said, grinning, and I bit my lip as I looked out the window. “But you do you, Rach.”
“Cool,” she said, and they both seemed to settle into the quiet. “Then again, you could get a little trim, make it nice and neat so she doesn’t have to pick hair out of her teeth.”
“I haven’t heard any complaints,” Coop replied. “You need me to wax the boys for you, Frankie? Not a fan, but if you’d like it, I’m sure we can work something out.”
I died.
Yep.
This was how I died.
Kink on the Hill was an actual sex shop. Rachel hadn’t been kidding about it. It looked rather unassuming if you ignored the giant red neon sign flashing Adult in the window. Nothing else about it said ‘naughty sex toys sold here’ but apparently, naughty sex toys were definitely sold. It took everything I had not to gawp when we went inside.
Coop held the door for both of us and linked his fingers with mine once we were inside. Lips right next to my ear, he asked, “Do I want to know why you want a vibrator?”
“Nope,” I answered in a hushed voice. The people at the counter had greeted us warmly and asked if we needed any help. Rachel demurred, thank God.
Yeah, I had zero desire to ask them about anything, but at the same time, I couldn’t help wanting to look at every single thing. Part of this trip was research.
A coffee shop sat right next door, and the scent of coffee teased my nostrils as soon as we were inside. To my shock—and honestly, no small measure of delight—there was an opening to the coffee shop inside the shop.
“Okay,” Coop murmured, giving my fingers a gentle squeeze. We made it another two steps before my gaze tracked over an entire end cap of rainbow-colored dildos. All shapes. All sizes. Some had ribs. Some didn’t. Some had little knobs on them.
“You don’t want those,” Rachel said. “Those can be fun, but they are more for looks than action. The ones you want are back here.” She caught my free hand and tugged, winding us through the aisles toward the back right of the store opposite the coffee shop.
One aisle boasted baskets of rope, leather, and chains. Restraints. There were cuffs, too. I didn’t want to linger too long, but I mentally bookmarked that aisle. I needed time to study it. I could always come back by myself, right?
We passed a display of paddles and balls on leather. Yeah, no. Ball gags according to the sign. Those looked really uncomfortable. Finally, Rachel halted in an aisle that was nothing but dildos, vibrators, and other Toys for Feminine Pleasure.
“Okay, at the risk of sounding incredibly stupid,” I said as I tried to take it all in, and seriously, I did not know where to look first. “Why are there so many different kinds?”
No sooner did the words leave my mouth than it hit me—I had sex with four different guys, and they all had different cocks.
“Never mind,” I told Rachel, even as I clapped a hand over Coop’s mouth. His shaking shoulders and whuffs of breath against my fingers betrayed his laughter. “Just please forget I asked the question.” I met Rachel’s gaze and crossed my mental fingers she’d go along with it.
She studied me for a beat, then Coop, and finally one corner of her mouth kicked a little higher and she shrugged. “I didn’t hear anything.”
Relieved, I stole a look at Coop and glared. His gray-green eyes twinkled with mirth, and I leaned forward to whisper, “Blue Bobs.” It wasn’t enough to let out the secret to Rachel, but no way Coop could miss it.
His eyebrows bounced with some hilarity as he chuckled. Then he covered my hand with his and kissed my palm. “No need to get mean, beautiful. I’m on your side.”
Rachel snorted but moved down the aisle as though searching for something, and Coop dragged me back against him as I started to follow.
Lips at my ear again, he murmured, “If you want to get one to play with when it’s just you and me, I’m all in.”
And heat rushed through me. Dammit. At the same time, I couldn’t stop my grin as I said, “Why don’t you pick out one and surprise me?”
Shock actually rippled across his expression and delight speared me. Yes. Score. Try to embarrass me. Ha.
“Frankie,” Rachel called, and Coop winked at me before I turned away to go see what she’d found. “These are what I’m thinking you start with.” She motioned to the selection of small boxed items. “They’re bullets. Tiny, great for clit massage, varying speeds, and definitely worth a quick orgasm or three. They’re also pretty noninvasive.”
She was so calm as she went down the list of what they offered before she picked up a box and handed it to me.
I was half-reading the back of it as she pulled me along to our next stop—vibrators. “They’ve got a decent set here. Rabbits are popular because they have the clit stimulator to go with the g-spot access. Now that can take a little angle practice to get it right, but definitely worth it. You can also get your range in girth preference. I kind of like these here, but they are a lot pricier…”
Pricier. Holy shit, that one was two hundred bucks.
“But it’s got some motion so it curves as you rock it in, I’m assuming like real guys do, and it’s definitely got varying pressure so you can alternate speeds. You know whatever gets you off.”
I didn’t think there was any blood left to rush to my face, so I just sort of listened as Rachel played the role of cruise director on the Sex Boat.
Dildos. Vibrators. Clit ticklers. Anal stimulators. Yes, I paused to look at those and not once did she hit me with a raunchy teasing remark. In fact, she was more than happy to help me answer questions as we read the backs of the boxes and she pulled out her
phone to research. Coop vanished the next time I glanced around.
But we were at sex toys for partners, including wearable vibrating panties that you could give the controller to someone else, when he popped back up with coffee for both of us. “This is thirsty work,” he teased.
I groaned, but I couldn’t disagree. I was a little bit turned on and a little bit terrified. Okay, I was a lot turned on, but the dizzying number of possibilities kind of made it all overwhelming.
Vibrating panties had the kind of possibilities I wasn’t sure I was ready for, but Coop pursed his lips as he looked at them and then slanted a look at me. Yeah, okay, I could see the possibilities. “Maybe next time,” I murmured before giving him a kiss for my coffee.
Rachel snorted, but continued on our tour. “Now, we haven’t really discussed kink limits, and you’re probably still figuring yours out.”
Bless her for not bringing up what kink conversation we’d already had. I didn’t think Coop would care that I told her about a kink without naming one of them, but I also didn’t think she needed to throw it in his face.
“I know some of them,” I admitted, and ignored both pairs of curious eyes that latched on me. “I can tell you that some of this stuff is not for me. But…at the same time…”
“I got you.” Still sipping her coffee, Rachel guided us over to the bondage gear. “Let’s take time to look at everything, maybe give you some privacy? And then if you have questions, you can ask.”
“Fine.” Coop dragged out the word as though it were such an imposition. “But we better be getting that mani-pedi after this.”
I adored him. I grinned, and he winked.
“C’mon, Rach, you can give me the tongue talk. Apparently, you’re full of advice.” He hooked an arm over her shoulders and tugged her away. And I wasn’t sure what floored me more. That he did it, or that she let him.
You know what, I wasn’t going to look that particular gift too closely in the mouth. I wanted them to get along. It would make my life a thousand percent easier if Rachel and the boys could all keep building that bridge. They’d all made positive steps, and with a glance after Coop and Rachel, I made my way through the bondage gear, but kept my pace slow and looked at everything.
Seriously, I looked at things I wasn’t quite sure how they worked and, in some cases, not sure I wanted to know. There was a crotchless body suit though that I did pause in front of it. It was almost all lace, and it was really pretty.
Not practical though, crotchless or not.
There were aisles with games and other items that I wasn’t sure what you did with them. And while it took me fifteen minutes of just idle wandering, I finally got to go down the aisle with the restraints. There were fur-lined leather cuffs. Stiffer regular leather cuffs. Chains. Yeah, I wasn’t sure what I thought of those, but the silk ropes were nice.
Ian liked restraints, but so far, he’d used his belt, T-shirts, his hands, and more than once, just had me put my hands up and keep them there. Would he like ropes? Oh man, just the thought sent little quivers through me.
Time to get out of this section. I did a quick visual check, and Rachel was looking at something near the counter, but Coop had vanished back onto one of the other toy aisles. Satisfied they were fine, I finished my circuit of the store, but at a wall of books, I had to stop and peruse.
Fifteen minutes later, I had a stack of books next to me and three more to read the jackets of and flip through. My coffee was finished, my ass was numb, and I was pretty sure I was going to spend way too much money.
“Hey, beautiful,” Coop murmured as he crouched next to me. His grin was contagious. “Find a few you want to get?”
I made a face and hugged the one I’d just been flipping through. “Nerdy, right?”
“Maybe a little,” he whispered. “But you’re the hottest nerd I know.”
Then he gave me a kiss. I sighed at the brush of his lips and the light weight of his hand on my nape. To be honest, my whole body went electric at the contact. There was definitely something smoking hot about being in this place. I kind of wished Rachel wasn’t with us or that we had one of our cars ’cause I could really go for…
“Keep looking at me like that,” he warned. “And I’m going to find out how kinky this place really is.”
Delight speared me, and maybe the threat of more public sex shouldn’t… Okay, fuck it. I kind of liked the public-we-could-get-caught thing that Jake and I had going on, but I wouldn’t be opposed to figuring it out with Coop.
“Fuck,” he exhaled, and his fingers tightened on my nape. “You’re killing me.”
I bit my lower lip to try and not grin. It utterly failed. “Think you could carry my books for me?”
“Promise to pick one of those out and read it to me later?”
I considered the question and tilted my head. “Deal.”
He palmed his phone as he stood, then offered me a hand up. I let him pull me to my feet as he fired off a text and made no move to hide the screen from me.
The Guys
It was his text thread with all of them
Coop: Frankie and I have plans tonight. No interruptions.
Two middle finger emojis hit the screen one after another from Jake. Then…
Jake: Have fun and give her a kiss from me. I’m stuck with Mom and the girls tonight anyway. I’m getting guilt for always being gone.
I grimaced, but Coop just rubbed his hand against the small of my back. Ian’s answer came next.
Bubba: I’ll crash in the other room. Might be late, want to work on remixing some stuff at the studio. Just leave a light on.
Archie: I’m having dinner with Grandpa, I was going to invite Frankie. Tell her she owes us dinner.
In fact, my phone buzzed before the message even finished hitting his screen. I pulled it out and saw it was a request from Archie for a dinner date on Wednesday with him and his grandfather.
I grinned.
Coop bumped my shoulder as he clicked off his screen and tucked his phone away while I answered Archie. He gathered up my stack of books and raised his eyebrows at the BDSM for Dummies. I shrugged my shoulders a little, trying and failing to not blush.
“I’m curious.”
“Okay,” he murmured. “I’m just trying to decide which one I want you to read me. Out loud, while naked and sitting on my cock.”
And I typo’d the crap out of my message to Archie.
With a playful grin, Coop carried the stuff up to the counter. The tension winding its way through my system was just growing tauter and tauter. It was also getting hard to ignore. Rachel gave me a smirk when I reached the counter, and she added my new “toys” to the stack of my books.
I almost cringed at the total, but Coop handed over his card before I could. He also got a customer card for bonuses, which we earned with how much he spent. I glared at him, and Rachel chuckled before she ducked out of the way, murmuring, “Not my circus and definitely not my monkeys.”
“Coop,” I scolded him outside of the store. The weather had turned colder while we were inside, and the clouds had darkened.
“Frankie,” he mimicked my exasperated tone. Then his expression softened. “I wanted to buy them for you because I intend to enjoy testing them out on you tonight.”
“Still standing right here,” Rachel said, and I glanced over to where she leaned against the car, arm resting on the top of it.
“Still don’t care,” Coop answered without looking away from me. “I promise if either of us don’t like it, we’ll come back and get a different set to try.”
I rubbed a hand over my face. “Fine…but do me one favor?”
He just mimed zipping his lips and throwing away the key. “What they don’t know, I get to enjoy all by myself.”
I burst out laughing and so did Rachel.
As it was, we didn’t go straight home. We went to Rachel’s favorite nail place, and Coop made me laugh by getting a manicure and pedicure. He sat on my left while Rachel w
as on my right, and it was relaxing. He even offered to try the waxing, but I promised him that I was more than fine with him the way he was.
Much later, sprawled out on the bed, spent and shaking as Coop studied the vibrator he’d been playing with, I had to laugh at his expression. “I think this was a good investment,” he murmured, then studied me almost critically. “But I think we have one last test we need to try.”
I gaped at him. “Are you serious? You just…” I didn’t get to finish the line before he lined himself up and pushed in, all the while kissing me. Coop was always a bit much at first, but already shaking and swollen from the five different test runs he’d done with the vibrator after insisting he could do better. The stretch had me gasping into his mouth, and then he rolled his hips and I pretty much forgot about the rest of it.
The vibrator was nice.
It was definitely fun.
But as he rocked his hips and kept devouring my mouth, the only thing I could think was that he was so much better.
“That it, beautiful,” he whispered against my lips, punctuating every word with a thrust, until I couldn’t see straight. “Clench around me like that. Just like that. I love playing with your pussy. But I love being inside it even more.”
Clinging to him, I answered every thrust of his tongue, dug my nails in, and held on as I tumbled toward another orgasm, but he shouted his own release and chased me right over until we were both shuddering.
Hearts racing and more than a little sticky from sweat, we just sort of lay there in a heap. The discarded vibrator lay two feet away from us, kind of lonely and abandoned. A giggle escaped me, and Coop let out a breath where he’d buried his face against my throat.
“One question,” he asked in a muffled voice.
“Your dick is way better,” I answered, kind of running my fingers up and down his spine. I wasn’t sure who I was soothing, him or me, but I was enjoying it.
Lifting his head, Coop peered at me with a lazy smile. “Good to know my dick is preferred over a vibrator, but that wasn’t what I was going to ask.”