“And how long will that take?”
“Six to ten months,” I joked.
We scrambled back to our feet, the moment over. But that was okay, because I had a feeling there would be other such moments before the day was out.
One by one we picked up my scattered things. Halfway through the process Nathan turned to face me, holding one particular object with the wryest of all possible grins.
My stomach sank as I realized what it was.
“Well?” he chuckled. He flopped the navy-blue vibrator back and forth. “Aren’t you going to introduce us?”
“Sure,” I said, owning up to it with a sigh. “Nathan, meet Ramses.”
Sweeping his blond hair back with one big hand, my new surfer boyfriend let out the deepest of laughs.
“You have a dog named Beast and a dildo named Ramses?”
“Ramses the Third actually,” I admitted. I swiped it back from him and dropped it in the box. “But yes.”
Nathan was still glancing down at the thick, flexible dong. I couldn’t tell whether he was intimidated or impressed.
“You’re not going to need that thing while you’re here,” he said smartly.
I laughed. “We’ll see about that.”
It took only a few moments to unpack the boxes. Most of it was clothing, which fit neatly into the room’s spacious closets.
One more trip, and I’d be effectively moved out of my apartment. The thought was a happy one. Especially since we’d have the rest of the day off, as well.
“So… what happened to Ramses the First and Second?” Nathan asked abruptly.
I smiled back at him demurely.
“Wouldn’t you like to know…”
Fifteen
KAYLEEN
My eyes crossed for the third time in ten minutes. And I’m pretty sure they stayed crossed this time, for another fifteen or twenty seconds after I tried to see straight.
God…
It sure felt like that anyway, from where I was sitting. Or to be more accurate: grinding — down hard on Nathan’s face, screwing myself against his beautiful, wonderfully-talented mouth as he drove his tongue upward, swirling it inside me.
Oh my God.
I’d lost track of my many orgasms. When it came to this level of arousal, it was so difficult to tell. Oral had been one of my favorite things in the whole fucking world. Unfortunately for me, not too many of my boyfriends felt the same way.
Which was primarily why they were ex-boyfriends.
“Okay…” I gasped, squeezing down hard on my pretty, cream-colored headboard. I was fairly sure my hands had left indentations in it by now. “Okay. Uncle.”
Nathan let out a little victory cry as he slid out from under me. It had been his idea, doing this in my apartment. Giving my bed one last spin before leaving, for what might or might not be a more permanent move.
“Feel good?” he whispered from behind me, sifting one strong hand through my hair. His face closed with mine. I turned my head and saw his eyes were dreamy, just like mine.
“Yes.”