Toys from Santa (5 page)

Dane pulled out his cell phone and dialed the only person he knew could help him. “Hey,” he said when Shawn picked up the phone. “I know it’s late and you’ve got a wedding tomorrow, but I really need to talk to you.”

“I need to talk to you, too.” Shawn sounded equally as desperate as Dane. “Come over to my place.”

Dane hung up, paid for the beer he drank, and left. Shawn lived approximately ten miles from where he was. He pulled in the driveway, meeting Shawn on the front porch of the small ranch style house his brother owned.

“We’re not getting married.”

Dane pulled over a white rocking chair and gave his brother his full attention. “What happened?”

Shawn stared at his feet. “Dad gave me the promotion, you know, and I told Shelly it might mean we have to move to the west coast for a couple of years. I told her it wasn’t permanent and that it was only to set up the new business, but she freaked out on me.”

Must be a Myers’s thing.
“Why doesn’t she want to move?”

Shawn shrugged, finally looking up. He stared out into the darkness of the front yard. “Her friends. Her family. Her business. It’s all here, and she doesn’t want to leave it behind.”

“So, she called off the wedding? That’s a little extreme, don’t you think?” Dane scooted back, mimicking his brother, and stared out into the black of night.

“What’s your problem? Why did you need to talk to me?” Shawn completely ignored his questions and turned the conversation on Dane.

“I fucked Jenny tonight, and she freaked out when we were lying in bed together. She started asking me about my feud with Shelly and then did a complete one-eighty. She left in a hurry with tears in her eyes, and I have no idea what I did to put them there.”

Shawn narrowed his eyes at Dane. “Why did you fuck Jenny?”

Dane swallowed. “Long story. Anyway, I don’t know what’s going on, but I want her back. I want her in my arms, in my bed. The way she feels beside me—” Dane stopped when his brother grinned at him. “What?”

“You’re in love. I swear I should kick your ass for being all sappy in my time of need.”

He scoffed “Am not. I barely know her.”

“You’ve known her for six months.” Shawn shook his head. “Damn, why didn’t I see it? You stopped hitting on women at the bars after meeting Jenny. You didn’t even get a lap dance or body shot at my bachelor party tonight. You were saving it all for Jenny, like some love-struck teenager.”

“Jenny’s different.”

“Yeah, so is Shelly.”

Dane pursed his lips. Love? It was too soon for love. He liked her. And his libido definitely played a role in his reaction toward her, but love? No.

“Do you love her?” Dane asked his brother.

“Who, Shelly? More than life.” Shawn sighed. “She makes life worth living.”

It was on the tip of Dane’s tongue to ask “Even when she’s a bitch?” but he thought better of it. “So what do we do?”

Shawn shrugged. “There’s nothing that I can do. Shelly’s at her parents and you know how mean her father can get. But if Jenny is what you want, regardless of love, then go get her.”

Dane smiled and stood. “You’ll still get married, Shawnie. There’s no fucking way I’m going to simply allow you to drag me to the tailor to get fitted for a penguin suit for the hell of it. I will personally drag both your asses down that aisle if I have to.”

Shawn flipped him the bird.

Dane left in a hurry, heading straight for Jenny’s house. The entire way there he planned what he would say. He wanted her. But why? He knew it was a question she’d throw in his face and had no answer for her other than because he simply did. He pulled in the driveway and killed the engine. Her living-room light glowed behind the curtains that covered the two large windows at the front of the house.

Dane exited his car and crossed the driveway. Whatever he did wrong, he needed to fix it. He would do anything to fix it.

He tapped on her door and waited. When she opened the door, he smiled. Her hair was pulled back in a mess on top of her head. She wore no makeup. His clothes still covered her small body, and her small feet were bare. She looked mad as a hornet.

“What do you want?”

He fiddled with his keys. “We need to talk.”

“I don’t have time.”

He looked past her to the living-room floor. “Is that why it looks like a dildo factory exploded in here? Are you playing without me?”

“I’m busy.”

Okay, not in a joking mood.
“You can spare a few minutes.”

Dane waited, refusing to look away from her. It was a battle of wills. He watched as she debated weighing the pros and cons.

“Fine.” She conceded and stepped aside to let Dane enter. He walked around the piles of sex toys she had laid out on the floor, settling in front of the coffee table. “You’re helping me count the items, and none of this is for sexual purposes. So don’t get any ideas.”

She sat next to him on the floor and handed him a list. Completely ignoring him, she went back to counting the individually wrapped sex toys.

“Would you please just tell me what I did to piss you off? If it’s what I said about Shelly, then I’m sorry. I’ll kiss her ass from now on if you’ll start talking to me again. Damn, Jenny.” He sat the clipboard to the side and turned toward her. “I’ve liked you for six months now, and after talking to my brother, I think maybe he’s right.”

She stopped counting the jelly sleeves and looked up at him. “Right about what?”

“I don’t know. I’m falling for you.” He propped his arms over his knees. “Shawn wanted to kick my ass for being all sappy around him after Shelly called off the wedding.”

Jenny snorted. “You would so win that fight. Shawn fights with words not his fists.”

“Jen.” Dane tilted his head to the side.

“What do you want me to say, Dane? That I’m falling for you, too?” She tossed her clipboard to the side.

“I want you to tell me why you’re pissed at me. We were doing good, teasing each other and making out, and then you just stop and throw a little temper tantrum. In a way, it reminded me of your sister, whom we were talking about at the moment.”

Jenny narrowed her eyes. “I don’t have time to deal with this right now. Shelly is crying about the wedding. I want her out of my house. I have this stupid inventory to do.”

“Make her do her own damn inventory.” Dane reached for the clipboard and glanced down at the items.
Everything
was on the list, including product descriptions beside the item name. Lubricants. Arousal Creams. Dildos. Rabbits. Ben Wa Balls. Handcuffs. Blindfolds. Bullet vibrators. Cock rings. Male pleasure sleeves. Lingerie. Dane smiled when he came upon one name. “Which one is ‘7
^th
Heaven’?”

Jenny looked up from her list. “It’s the blue sleeve that covers a bullet. Why?”

“Because it’s a vibrating cock ring for the guy and a clitoral stimulator for the girl. And it has seven damn speeds.” He grinned at her. “Something I definitely want to try.”

Jenny shook her head. “Not happening.”

Dane ignored her and grabbed one of the items, tearing open the plastic packaging. Batteries were inside, and he quickly inserted them.

“What are you doing? That’s inventory, not demo!” She tried to grab it from him as he turned it on.

The toy came to life, vibrating both his and her hands. She swallowed as he flipped to another speed, and her eyes dilated. He knew she was remembering their time together. He could see her recalling every orgasm he gave her, and he wanted to give her more.

“Give me the toy.” She stood firm, but her voice was a bit shaky.

“Give me answers.” He pulled her into his lap and wrapped his free arm around her to keep here there. He pushed the toy, taking her hand along with it, until it rested at the top of her sweat pants. “Why did you run away from me tonight? Especially after we talked about Shelly.”

She pushed at the toy, but he held it against her so the vibrations pulsated against her lower belly. “I slept with you for all the wrong reasons if that’s what you want to know. Are you happy?”

During her speech, she let the toy go, and Dane pushed it beneath her waistband until it rested between her legs. She wore no panties, and her thighs were soaked with her moisture. Jenny pushed at his hand, but Dane was stronger and held her against him, shifting slightly so he had room to play. He wrapped his arm around her chest and pressed his lips to her ear. His fingers pressed the bullet against her clit and held it steady.

“Open your legs.” He waited, holding back a smile when she obeyed. He pressed his face into her hair and breathed in her scent. “You smell delicious, but as memory serves, you taste even better.”

She swallowed, squirmed. “I thought you wanted a serious conversation.”

His lips curled in a smile against her ear. He whispered, “I am serious. My dick is aching to be inside you. Your pussy hugs me so tight, it’s like you never want me to go. You’re slick for me, Jen. You want me as much as I want you.”

His lips moved to her neck, where he nibbled and licked, tasting the sweetness of her skin. He withdrew the toy from between her legs. Jenny gasped when he turned her to face him, taking her mouth with his own. She went straight to his head worse than a shot of whiskey. He needed skin on skin. His hands roamed up her back and then back down before sliding beneath the soft cotton T-shirt he’d lent her.

“Wait. Stop.” Jenny pulled away from him and stood. She paced the small area of floor, not littered with sex toys. “I slept with you to get back at my sister. She knew I was planning on it, and I did it out of spite. I used you.”

Dane folded his arms over his chest. “You’re forgiven.”

She stopped and stared at him. “What?”

“Jenny, it’s not like you raped me and took me against my will. I wanted to sleep with you. I wanted you in my bed and in my arms. I planned our encounter to last all night long, but that didn’t exactly work out. I don’t really care at this point about your intentions for sleeping with me. I’m just glad you did. I want you to do it again.”

“No.” She shook her head. “You can’t come in here and say things like that.”

“Why? Why are you fighting me? Why are you fighting yourself?” Dane finally stood and grabbed her arm before she could run away. “Forget about your intentions. We had fun together, and I want you, Jen. Pure and simple, I want you. Let me have you.”

The panicked look on her face surprised him and he let go of her arm. Jenny took a few steps back until her legs bumped against the couch. “It’s Christmas. I don’t want to do this on Christmas.”

“Fine.” Dane huffed a breath and glanced around the room at the mess. “We’re picking up this shit and going to bed. I’m bunking here tonight, in your bed, with you.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m tired, and
my
intentions were to wake up with you in my arms.” He grabbed a pink tote and started shoving the toys inside. “You drive me crazy, you know that? Your scent… God, the pineapple massage oil still lingers on you, and it only reminds me of my hands touching your body. I love the way your silky curves feel against me. You try to play dumb, but you know damn good and well that that innocence in your eyes turns me on quicker than a light switch for a lamp. The small smile that creeps across your face when you’re teasing nearly does me in. Pull your hair in some pigtails and add a plaid miniskirt, and you’re every fuckin’ man’s wet dream come to life. And don’t even get me started on your lips.”

Dane scooted around the room, filling first one tote and then the other with the items. He saved the toy he’d opened for last, staring at it. Jenny melting in his arms, the anger gone for a brief second so that pleasure could replace it. He licked his lips, picturing them using the toy, how hot she’d look straddling his hips with her mouth open and eyes closed in pure pleasure.

“Leave that one out.” Jenny walked to him, taking the toy from his hand. “I’ll probably live to regret this, but I do believe you owe me two more orgasms. I don’t plan on giving them to myself, so you’d better grab a couple of condoms and come on.”

Jenny started stripping the moment she entered her bedroom, hastily removing her clothing. She knew it was a mistake. Dane claimed to be “falling for her,” but how true could that really be? They’d known each other six months, and their longest conversation was today.

His footsteps filled the silence, coming closer to the bedroom and she quickly climbed on top of her bed naked.
How was this for fantasy?
He stopped at the doorway, narrowing his eyes when he saw her.

“Not to press my luck, but what provoked this sudden change?”

Jenny fiddled with the toy he’d picked out, avoiding his gaze. “I don’t know. A lot of things. I can’t remember the last time a guy simply wanted to hold me in his arms, especially when I’ve denied him sex. I got panicked and ran back at your house, trying to convince myself that I’d used you. I didn’t want to confront the emotions whirling inside my body or admit that I liked the way you make me feel. Not just in bed, either. You smile at me, and it makes my knees weak. I’m not sure anyone has ever had that effect on me.”

The mattress dipped behind her as he crawled toward the headboard. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I was falling for you. The longer I spend with you, the more I never want to leave.”

He gently pulled her toward him until she lay on her back. He chose a purple, grape-flavored condom from the collection that was in the living-room floor and rolled the thin rubber on. His green eyes glittered above her as he squeezed some lube onto his cock and rolled the ring on. She waited for him to make the next move, but he lay back against her pillows instead.

“Ride me, Jen. Take me slow, or take me fast. I don’t care, as long as you fuck me.”

Jenny stared at his cock and the ring wrapped around it. “As much fun as that toy is, I don’t want to use it.”

He tugged at the ring until it came off. “Whatever you want.”

“Next time, maybe.” Jenny gave him a half-hearted smile and straddled his lap.

Dane waited patiently, watching as she gripped his shaft and guided it to her body. Earlier she felt guilty about her reasons for being with him. Shelly hated him. For some reason, that only made her want to sleep with Dane more. But deep inside, Jenny knew her reasons had nothing to do with her sister. Dane treated her different than any other man she’d been with. On the outside, he was the tough, hard-core Marine that no one went against, but around her, he made her feel like the most cherished woman in the world. Sex had a lot to do with it, and he could be playing her like a fiddle, but she wanted to believe what he said.