Six

 

CARA

 

“How come you know so much about the products?” Macy’s question has me giggling as she turns the flogger in her hands; examining the toy I described to her last week when she stopped by. “Okay, so I’m not asking about personal experience or anything, well, actually I might be asking just that. So spill it. Note that anything you say—can and probably will—go into a book.”

Hearing that, and the smirk on her face has me bursting into a fit of laughter. Macy’s one of the few customers that I’m myself around. It only took her coming into the store once and me helping her with her odd questions, as she called it, for us to find we were two long-lost kindred spirits coming together after being separated for a long period of time.

Both inexperienced in so many things.

But yet, we both know so much about the adult toy business.

It was friendship from that point on. Her and her husband, Rhys, come in at least once a week to not only buy things to experiment with, but also to get any juicy stories about the store's clientele. For research purposes, as she likes to tell me as I explain the weird shit I see.

“I told you,” I lower my voice before continuing. “I’m a blogger. I try out a lot of stupid shit then upload the video on YouTube to my subscribers. It’s a fun hobby of mine. My fans seem to love my live reviews the most though, despite the fact that I cover my face and use a voice box to change my voice so nobody recognizes me. And,” I take a deep breath before whispering even lower, causing Macy to lean in a bit. “They also have no clue I’m still a virgin either.”

Her eyes widen and she looks around the store, making sure nobody is listening before turning back toward me.

“First there’s nothing wrong with still being a virgin. I was one until I met Rhys but . . . you actually use these on camera?” she whispers holding up a bullet. “There’s no way I could allow people to watch me live getting off with a dildo. Hell, I’m slowly just starting to get used to Rhys watching me when we’re alone in our bed room. Girl . . .”

She slowly shakes her head. Her expression of awe clearly telling me she thinks I'm the shit.

“Oh. My. God. You think,” my breath catches, and I feel the laughter really bubbling up. “You think I do it live? Like porn?”

“Well, yeah, isn’t that what you meant with live reviews?” She cocks her head as I giggle.

Hard.

“Oh, God, this is priceless,” I wheeze out.

After a few moments of trying to stop laughing, I wave her toward the counter and grab my bag from underneath it. Digging into my purse, I pull out my phone and look up my review channel on YouTube before handing it to her. My body leans against the counter as she plays the review I did two days ago. Her eyes start to wander the room avoiding mine at all costs as a coy smile begins to form across her lips.

“Well, that explains the laughter. You meant you wear a mask, change your voice and just talk about the product. Not what I was thinking.” Her head shakes and she glances down again. “I’m going to remember your channel name. I so can’t wait to view more of these. Rhys is going to be praising you by the time I get done watching all–”

“Angel, you know there’s only one woman I praise, and that’s you,” a male voice from the right states, causing Macy to jump.

The way Rhys looks at his wife has me melting a bit inside. Love is shining so bright at her, I consider giving them a moment alone. My heart squeezes as she approaches him to give him what I think was meant to be a quick peck, but is quickly turning into something so intimate that I have to turn away. It’s the same love that my parents had and I can’t help but begin to feel jealous.

I want that one day.

“Shit,” I whisper when my eyes spot a second person right next to Rhys.

Lucas.

“Cara, did you say something?” his warm baritone voice fills my ears.

Panties ruined.

All I can do is just shake my head. I know the moment my mouth opens I’m going to say something idiotic so keeping my mouth shut is my best option as I stare at the man I want to jump. My legs clench, and his eyes travel over me at my movement, causing warm electrical currents to follow along my body at every spot that his eyes touch along my skin.

“Now, wife of mine, why would I be bowing at another woman's feet?” Rhys voice is the distraction I need to break the spell that Lucas and I are in.

Macy’s eyes land on mine and a panic lights in her eyes as she explains. When she says I do live reviews on YouTube about my experience with what new toy I bought that week, there’s a loud what the fuck barked out behind me.

“You fucking do porn?” Lucas growls so low that it causes me to freeze even more than his yelling did a second ago.

“Oh, fuck,” Rhys whispers and his eyes collide with mine. “Lucas, take it easy, buddy.”

“Wait . . . you know him?” I ask.

“He’s my friend and financial planner. He’s who I was with this morning at the coffee shop that you just had to fucking enter while I was there.” With each word he speaks I get even more and more pissed the fuck off.

“Now, answer my question,” Lucas's stern voice is right in my ear.

His hands burn through my jeans as they land on my hips just a moment before his front molds against my back.

This can’t be good.

Rhys’s eyes widening with humor is the only warning I get before I'm turned and a finger under my chin forces my eyes to his.

Fire seems to be coming from his eyes as he stares at me, waiting for an answer to his question.

Oh, fuck is right.