“Because it’s in black packaging with no logo on it. Only porn stuff comes in packages like that.”
“And how would you know that?” I lower her until her feet hit the floor.
“Because I’ve ordered from an online porn shop before.” She holds out her arms, but does it in such a way that she squeezes her boobs together. “Gimme.”
I hand over the box. I’m actually quite curious, since I haven’t ordered anything from an online porn shop recently. I would definitely remember if I had.
Violet hugs the box to her chest and runs down the hall, into the kitchen. Pulling a pair of scissors from the drawer, she carefully cuts through the tape and pries the flaps apart, tossing air-filled packing bags onto the counter.
Her brow comes down and her lips follow in a frown as she takes in the contents.
“What is it?” I step up behind her with the intention of looking over her shoulder, and maybe rubbing on her a little.
She spins away, the object—whatever it is—clutched to her chest in one hand as she skitters around the opposite side of the kitchen island. “Are you serious with this, Alex?”
Shit. She looks pissed. And maybe a tad bit nervous. And also just the wee-est bit excited—or it’s possible the last part is just me projecting the kind of reaction I’d like to see to new sex stuff—if that’s what it is. Now I really want to know what the hell was in that box.
I side-step right.
Violet points an accusatory finger at me and shuffles in the opposite direction, maintaining our distance. “Stay right the fuck there, Alex. If you come one step closer, I swear to God you will never touch my boobs again.”
“Baby, I don’t know what’s got you so worked up, but I assure you, whatever you’re holding, I didn’t order it.”
Violet scoffs. “That’s complete and utter bullshit.” She slams not one, but two items on the counter with such force that they bounce and one rolls toward me. I catch it as it falls over the edge.
“I know what that is! Don’t think I don’t!” Her voice is high and pitchy.
I read the label and suddenly her extreme reaction is much less confusing. I’m holding a bottle of lube. But not just any kind of lube. Anal lube. “I don’t know where this came from, but I didn’t buy it.”
“Ha! I don’t believe you!”
“It’s not like I can just unsuspectingly sneak things into your ass, Violet.”
“You’ve snuck a finger in there before!” It’s an accusation. She also moves a hand behind her, as if she’s gone into ass-protection mode.
I raise a brow. “I didn’t sneak it in there. I made it very clear what I was planning to do, and gave you every opportunity to say no thank you.” I reach for the second package, which is still on the counter, NS realize it’s a butt plug.
She nabs it before I can, which is shocking, because normally Violet’s reaction time is much slower than mine. She waves it around in the air manically. “And this! What were you planning on doing with this?”
It’s hard not to laugh, but I’m aware if I do, I’m likely going to be taking care of my own hard-ons for a while. My hands are not soft like Violet’s, so I keep my expression calmly neutral.
“Baby, I have no plans for that because I didn’t buy it. Maybe it’s a prank. Maybe Charlene sent it.” I make a mental note to thank her if that’s the case.
“Ha!” she barks. “Why would she send me this—” The packaged butt plug flies out of her waving hand. I make a quick shift to the right and snatch it out of the air. “—when I already have almost the exact same one?”
I fumble the package. “What the what? You what?” Her eyes flare with panic as mine narrow.
“Nothing. Never mind.”
“You can’t backtrack when you say something like that, Violet. Since when do you have one of these?” I hold up the plug. It seems pretty nice as far as plugs go—although my only references are from porn since getting near Violet’s No-Go Zone is so rare that I’d never anticipated needing one. The end is all fancy, with what at first appears to be a jewel. On closer inspection, I realize it’s the team logo. What the hell? Since when do we have Chicago-based sex toys? And who’s the fucking genius behind that idea?
Just the possibility of using this is giving me one hell of a rager, because I’m thinking about the very select times in the past couple of years that I’ve managed to get in a finger in Violet’s Area 51. Even if she doesn’t want to admit she likes it, she’s come every single time I’ve slipped a digit in the back door.
Her eyes dart around the room. I can practically see her wheels turning, as if she’s trying to come up with a plausible story, which is pointless, since Violet is the worst liar in the history of the world. If she committed a felony, she would spend the rest of her life in prison, because Violet would confess in two seconds.
“It was a gag gift.”
“A gag gift? Who gives someone a butt plug as a joke?”
She cringes at the words butt plug and protects her ass again. “Or like a party favor. I don’t know. Charlene has weird ideas about what makes an acceptable gift.”
“Charlene gave you a butt plug?”
“Well, who else do I know who would gift me an Area 51 invasion implement? Other than my mother, but even that’s a little outside of her realm of inappropriateness.” She’s doing that flail thing with her hands—like she does when she’s nervous.
Violet’s sufficiently distracted that she hasn’t noticed me moving around the island. “When did Charlene give you a butt plug?”
That gets me another shudder. “What?” Now she’s playing with the end of her ponytail.
“The butt plug. When did she give it to you?”
Violet shrugs. “A while ago.”
“What’s a while ago?”
She mumbles something I don’t quite catch.
“What was that?”
“When we were in Vegas.” It’s still mumbled, but I can understand her this time.
Now it’s my turn to frown. “You’ve had a butt plug since Vegas?” That’s nearly a year ago.
“She gave one to all of us. I forgot all about it until now, when this one showed up.” She motions to the one still in my hand.
“To all of you?”
“Yes. All of us got one. Me, Sunny, Lily, and Charlene—well, not Charlene because I’m assuming she already has one, or probably more than one realistically, but she felt like she needed to buy one for the rest of us so we could join the Area 51 brigade or whatever. I have no idea. Maybe she wants to start a club. Apparently, she’s a big, huge fan of Darren’s dick in her Exit Only orifice.”
“Charlene and Darren have anal?” That’s news to me.
“Don’t say that word!” Violet snaps.
“What word? Anal?”
She shivers. “Stop saying that.”
Violet’s reactions to this topic are highly entertaining. It’s difficult not to laugh at her when she’s freaking out like this. “Okay, fine. I’ll stop saying the ‘A’ word. But you’re telling me Darren gets in the back door?” I can’t believe he’s never mentioned it, not once. But then, Darren is pretty quiet about what happens behind closed doors with Charlene. Based on some of the things Violet has said, it might be a little on the right side of kinky with those two, which could account for his secrecy on the subject. He’s also a private guy.