Page 47 of Misadventures With The Mistaken Twin
He pulled my hip, tugging me toward him. I wanted to get some answers before I succumbed to him and his charms. In fact, I could feel one of hischarmsgetting bigger by the minute beneath me. I put a hand on his chest, felt the rise and fall of his breath, the solid thump, thump of his heart. I couldn't hold my ground for much longer. The desperate need I had to kiss him, touch him, everywhere was becoming more and more overpowering.
Using the smidge of willpower I had left, I said, “Wait.”
“I don't want to wait. I was thinking of that party bag of toys from Mike's I have in my bag.”
My smile faded, remembering what I'd put in there when I thought he was a jerk. “You've got to be kidding. You lugged that crap to Miami and back? You weren't stopped by security?”
Jack just stared at me.
“Out of all the things you packed you brought that stuff?” My voice went up an octave, incredulous.
“You're glad that I kept it all,” Jack commented. I could tell he wore his poker face because the corner of his lip was twitching.
“I'm well aware of what I put in your favor bag and I want nothing to do with any of it,” I said primly.
“Not even the cock ring?” Jack asked, clearly amused.
“Ha ha. Goldie can supply you with whatever you want.” I shook my head. “Scratch that. I want Goldie as far away from you and sex toys as possible. Working at Goldilocks would be excruciating.”
Jack grinned. “I can only imagine. To ease your mind, I gave it all to Mike when I dropped the other bags off. Along with his fancy new paddle. Besides, I’d rather figure out what makes you hot all on my own.”
I gave him a playful swat on the shoulder for the teasing, but blushed at the thought of him finding all my hot buttons. “Good,” I said, about the bag going away and that he wanted to discover what got me off. “You might be interested to hear, I got a postcard from Lorraine and Roland.”
“Ronald,” Jack corrected.
“Right, Ronald. They're in Cancun having a second honeymoon. I guess the whole incident has brought them closer together. Along with a box from Goldie, which I've heard was quite special.”
Jack rolled his eyes. “I'm sure. Goldie's pretty good at reading people.”
A thought came to me.
“Hey, what was that weird text all about?” When I'd called and asked Goldie, she'd been too distracted from answering by that Sex-Ed guy. I'd forgotten about it since.
“Text?” Jack asked innocently.
I jabbed him in the ribs with a finger. “Yes, a text. You know exactly what I mean.”
Jack sighed, took the hand I'd poked him with, held it, his thumb caressing the inside of my wrist. “About a week after I got back to Miami I received a package.”
“You, too?” Rolling my eyes, I said, “Oh, God. I can only imagine.”
Shaking his head, Jack continued, “I don't think you can. Goldie and Uncle Owen sent a joint package. He sent a one-way ticket back to Bozeman.”
He paused, probably wanting me to die of curiosity before he told me the rest.
I couldn't stand it. “And?”
“Goldie sent me a little present to remember all the good times I had here.”
This time I stayed quiet, waiting. I could only imagine what she'd sent. Condoms, nipple clamps, body oil, porn. The list was endless and nothing was too risqué for her.
“She sent me a pocket pussy.” His voice was a little rough and I could tell the humor of the situation was getting the better of him.
I just stared at him, processing. “A pocket pussy? Like the one the lady bought that day in the store?”
Jack slowly nodded again. “Must've been where Goldie got the idea.”
“Your text said”—I paused, thinking about what he'd sent—“'Tell Goldie I get it.' What does that mean? That you got the pocket pussy?”