"Nowhere!" I squealed. "I'm sorry I brought it up."
"I can sniff them out," he threatened.
Did he mean…? The blood poured from my face, and I felt a tad queasy.
"No! Not like that! I mean I'm good at finding things," Nash hurried to explain. He trod down the hallway toward my bedroom. "I just want to see, Phin. Here I was thinking you were so innocent and pure, and you've been holding out a sex dungeon full of toys."
In the back of my mind I knew this was not something friends did. I'd never had a friend demand to see my sex toy collection before…
Wait… that was a lie. Reg had asked, several times. And Bun wanted to compare dildos. But I'd never had a guy friend ask to see them. It wouldn't be like if we were at a store that happened to sell sex toys. Everything I had, I used. Most everything, anyway. I had a whole package of these cheap rubber cock rings that didn't really stay in place. There was a level of intimacy involved. At the same time, the only reason I didn't want to show him was because I was worried he would make fun of me. Except Nash didn't really seem like that type of guy. He teased, but never when the teasing wasn't playful.
Besides, he wasn't lying about being really good at finding things. He'd gone into my bedroom, and though he hadn't started rifling through my drawers yet, he looked ready.
"Okay, fine, I'll show you. But don't make any jokes, all right?"
He lifted his fingers in what I assumed was a scout's promise.
I stomped the rest of the way, passing him to get to my dresser, where I wrenched open the top drawer. I reached past the socks to the cardboard box I kept there. I felt a little like a kid who had been caught doing something naughty as I set the box on the bed, flipping the lid open before I stepped back. Nash took my spot, peering into the box as if he was worried something would jump out at him.
Then he saw the dildo and lunged for it.
In the right circumstances, my dildo was just what I needed. Flesh-toned and of average size, it wasn't like one of those monstrous double-headed bright purple ones. But in Nash's hand, it looked obscene. He set it down in favor of a black butt plug. That had come in a pack of threes, each different sizes. I'd graduated from the smallest size soon after trying them but still couldn't handle the large size. Of course, it was the medium plug that Nash picked up.
"You use this?" he asked without taking his eyes off the silicone toy.
"Sometimes," I shrugged. "Not as much as the other. You've seen them now. Can we—"
"Do you like wearing it?"
I blinked, unsure of how to answer the question. "Yes and no. It feels okay, I guess. I don't use any of this for long. In and out." I laughed at my self-deprecating joke, but Nash didn't join me. He just kept looking at me and then at the plug in his hand.
"What if you're in the mood? You don't ever put it in for a few hours, clean your apartment, go to the store?"
"With it in?" I squawked.
For the second time today, I didn't trust the gleam in his eyes. "Sure. With it in. No one could know. It would be your dirty secret."
This didn't seem to have anything to do with flirting tips, and my stomach flipped at the way Nash's words rumbled. My body tingled. My libido liked where this was going, but my head screamed for me to put the brakes on. "People wouldn't know?" I asked, my question little more than a puff of air.
Nash stared at the plug for a long moment. Then he looked to me. "You can experiment with me. Put it in, and I'll tell you if I notice."
There were a million reasons why that was a very bad idea. On top of that, I couldn't see how this related to flirting at all, but this whole day with Nash had been weird. I knew I could say no, put a stop to all of this, and that Nash would accept my answer. Or… I could say yes.
What was the worst thing that could happen while wearing a butt plug in front of a friend?
"Okay…"
Chapter Eleven
Nash
Phineas had disappeared in the bathroom while I waited in his bedroom, left to wonder how everything had happened so perfectly.
Or not perfectly, if you considered the fact that I still hadn't told Phin how I felt and how I wanted things to change between us. He'd started talking about moving, and I'd latched onto anything to get that conversation to stop. Somehow, that snowballed into us making out on his couch.
My lips still tingled while my cock yearned to be free. I readjusted, ignoring the urge to fondle just a little.
I was doing a very bad thing. Despicable. Honesty was the best policy, and Phin deserved to know that my feelings for him had deepened. He might want to change his mind depending on how he felt. But I'd eavesdropped on him giving himself a pep talk in the bathroom.
He'd talked about pretending he didn't want more. That had to mean he wanted more.
Even though it did nothing to change the morality of my actions, I concentrated on that fact alone as I waited for Phin to emerge with the plug. That damn plug. I looked back at the box. It filled me with jealousy and desire. He didn't need any of those toys to get himself off, not anymore. I'd gladly take over that responsibility.
Except, due to a series of events I still didn't fully comprehend, Phineas was inside his bathroom, inserting the plug, and I was supposed to not immediately tear his clothes off? No. I was supposed to be looking to see if it was obvious. I didn't need to look—I already knew that damn plug was the only thing I'd be able to think of the moment he stepped out.
I was in over my head, but that had been the case since I first set eyes on Phineas. When he came out of the bathroom, I'd come clean. I'd lay it all out there, openly and honestly, and let him make his decision.
What if that scared him away, though? I lingered in the doorway, staring at the line of light shining from under the bathroom door. I imagined Phin, bent over, his nimble fingers searching for his hole. I growled, forcing my body to turn away. My wolf felt closer to the surface than normal, like I was a sneeze away from shifting. I expended more energy attempting to keep him back. Had this been what Branson had gone through? We'd all noticed the change in him when he'd met Riley. He became possessive, controlling, and protective, prompting the rest of us to circle around Riley in case he'd needed help.
This wasn't that. There were similarities between Riley and Phin, but they weren't the same. What had happened to them was unique, one of a kind. I shouldn't let it mess with my head now.
The bathroom door cracked open, and I had no problem focusing on only Phin as he walked stiffly out. He grabbed the door sill and gave me a shaky smile. "I feel silly."
Silly? I felt a lot of things, but silly wasn't one of them. I'd shoved my hands in my pockets, balling my fingers into fists to keep from reaching for him, bending him over, and performing a full inspection. My resolve crumbled as my cock ached and my balls throbbed. I wanted to pull that plug out and replace it with my dick as I gave Phin the only flirting lessons I thought he ever needed. Flirt with me. Look at me. Smile at me.
Want me.
"What?" Phin asked, terrifying me for a split second.
My throat felt too dry to speak through. I couldn't have accidentally spoken out loud. I licked my lips to try to speak now. "I didn't say anything."