“Oh really?” she says, her voice full of snark.
“That’s enough to give a man nightmares,” I admit, making her laugh. “Have you thought about getting your mother in therapy?”
“Cute, Matthews. I’ll tell her you suggested that the next time I see her,” she threatens.
“You wouldn’t,” I deny, shaking my head no, but I have a feeling she is going to do it. I may need a place to hide for a few days.
“Do you think we’ve got all of it?” Maggie asks, letting the ball gag drop down to top the pile.
“Baby, we have enough here to open a store. I can’t imagine that there’s more out there to find.”
“This is my mother we’re talking about,” she mumbles.
“What are we going to do with it all is my question. We could start a bonfire, I guess,” I suggest.
“That seems so wrong,” she answers. “I mean, can you imagine the money it cost to buy all of this stuff?”
“Maggie, I love you, but most of this shit, I’m not going to use on you.”
“That seems rather cut and dry,” she mutters. “I mean, what about this,” she asks, picking out one of the smaller dildos. “I mean, it’s painted like a pack of Lifesavers. Every girl should have a Lifesaver,” she says a smile on her face.
“Not happening. The only dick getting inside your body is mine, Maggie May.”
“Spoilsport,” she laughs. “We could donate it all…”
That makes me laugh. “Where in the hell are you going to donate it?”
“Is there a home for women who like dick but don’t want the rest of the package they come attached to?”
“I’m pretty sure I should feel offended there,” I complain.
“That’s what I love about you, Bryant. You’re just so smart,” she sasses.
“Maybe you’re right. I mean this Vagi-nator Three-Thousand looks interesting,” I tell her picking up what can only be described as scary. There are two holes. One is large, the other small. It’s basically a large tube that’s attached to a silicone version of a woman’s pussy—a well-used one, since the first hole for sliding my dick inside is kind of large. I mean, it looks like it has given birth to triplets with heads the size of watermelons. Although, the smaller hole I think is supposed to be a backdoor entrance—as it were.
“You can use it if you want. I’ll watch,” Maggie says, barely able to contain her laugh.
“I can’t see how anyone could find this sexy, Maggie. It makes my dick want to hide,” I tell her honestly.
“Oh lover, maybe you just need to be more adventurous.”
She reaches over and pushes a button and instantly, the thing in my hand begins to vibrate. I drop it quickly. When I look down, the fake lips on the thing begin clenching—opening and closing faster than that chick’s mouth in the porn movie, as she tried to satisfy all the men—who, for some weird reason, kept delivering pizzas.
“I never heard you complain, Maggie.”
“You never gave me reason,” she smirks.
“Yep, so you just remember that fact, woman. Now, are we agreed? We’re having a bonfire?”
“I guess. It does seem like a waste, though. I’m not going to lie.”
“We have stuff for smores,” I tell her, and she turns to me like I just delivered the secrets of the universe.
“Well, what are you waiting on, Matthews?” she snaps, her eyes twinkling.
Damn, I love this woman.
24
Bryant
Four days have gone by quickly. Being with Maggie is so fucking easy and with her guard down, I can honestly say there’s never been anything better. The time together has been great, but I know neither of us is going to make it the full two weeks. We’re missing Terry and I’m anxious to get Maggie to move back in our home and Maggie keeps talking about an appointment she needs to make. I don’t want to cause her trouble at work. I haven’t told her I have a vehicle close—well relatively close by—but only because we haven’t truly discussed everything. Still, there’s a difference now. The walls between us are gone. Maggie’s guard isn’t up and being with her right now reminds me of how it was when we first got together—back before the pain of losing Brylee swallowed us up.
We haven’t found any more surprises left by Ida Sue, although when I remarked on the fact that Ida Sue stocked us up on peaches and watermelon, Maggie went crazy and threw it all out. She refused to explain why. I didn’t really care, so I let it go.
Yep, things are almost perfect and what’s more is that we haven’t had sex. That doesn’t sound like something a man should brag on, but lately, our coming together has revolved around sex or Terry. We haven’t taken the time to just enjoy being with one another in so long that I forgot how much I love it.