“Just the top?”
“Yes, don’t go—”
I opened the bottom drawer and sat back on my feet. “Holy fuck.”
“Shit. You weren’t supposed to go in there.”
I reached in for the very large and complicated vibrator. “Wow.”
Her face was so bright red that her freckles were on fire. “I’ve been single for a while.”
“Jesus.” The drawer didn’t end. Vibrators, lubes, those little egg things. It was a fucking treasure trove of personal pleasure.
“Cooper.” She tried to shove it shut.
I wrapped my arm around her waist. “Oh, hell, no. That’s coming with us. I’ll find uses for it.” I nipped at the hammering pulse in her neck. “Man, I am the luckiest dude.”
“What? You’re not disgusted?” She hooked one arm around me.
“Hell, no. A woman who knows how to get herself off is the hottest kind of woman.” I held up the little pocket version in a small plastic pouch. “Slip this one in.”
“What? No.” Her gaze flew over my shoulder. “Cole is right out there.”
“I know.” I flicked on the tiny remote, and the toy gave a healthy buzz. “I want you all wet and hot for me by the time we get home.”
“There is no problem in that department, Cooper Dallas.”
I kissed off the frown on her face. “No, there sure isn’t. Takes a bit to get to my place with traffic though.”
Her face flushed for a whole different reason this time.
“Or are you too sensitive from when I got you off earlier?”
“No.”
I tugged on the button of her stupidly short shorts. “Then what’s some extra incentive for me to get home faster?” When she didn’t reply, I unzipped her shorts and slid the little bullet into her panties and tucked it tight against her clit. “Inside or here?” I nipped at her chin.
She shivered. “There.”
I smiled against her lips. “You like that.” It wasn’t a question. I could see the excitement brewing in her eyes. “Knowing I can make you squirm anytime?”
Her gaze didn’t shift. “Yes.”
“Fuck. You’re so goddamn hot.”
She grinned back at me, and then I hit the remote. She let out a quick breath before she zipped up her shorts and stood. “I’m going to regret this.”
“I’m not.” Grabbing the bin, I shoveled all the toys inside and covered them with a small silky covering from her end table. It was too Teagan to leave behind. A trip through my washing machine would fix it right up.
I put the lid on and stacked it on the other bin. “You good?”
She did a twirl in the room, looking around. She snatched a stuffed owl off the dresser and tucked it into her arm. She was gnawing on her lip, picking things up and putting them down.
“Teag?”
“Yeah?”
“Come here.”
She huffed out a breath. “There’s just so much.”
“Lila will take care of it. You know that.”
“Yeah. I know it’s just stuff, but this is my place, you know?”
“I do. And we’re going to fix it up after this leg of the tour. We’ve got some time off this winter.”
“You’d do that?”
I hefted the bins. “Babe, you can’t get rid of me. And lucky for you, I knocked around half the world doing construction of all kinds.”
She stuck the owl on top of my pile. “You’re pretty sweet, Coop.”
I love you.
Dammit, it almost flew right out of my mouth. There was no denying it. I’d loved her for so long, I hadn’t even felt it actually happen. Then Oz had to go and mention it, and now it was all I could think about.
I wanted to tell her. Hell, I wanted to shout it from every stage in the world, but she wasn’t ready, and I couldn’t be that fucking selfish.
“I’ll remind you that you said that when I make you come your brains out on the ride to my place.” I quickly tapped her ass with my foot. “Get a move on, Daly.”
“Going.” She seemed to have spotted something important and went onto her tippy toes to grab a battered ball cap. “Lucky hat.”
“Will be once I’m done with you.”
She tugged it on her head and did that girl trick with her hair, and then got behind me and pushed me forward. “Is that all you think of?”
I leaned against the doorjamb long enough to set down the bins and reach into my pocket to turn on the bullet. “Yep.”
“Cooper.”
I picked up the bins again and walked down the hall, grinning at Cole when I heard a faint, “fuck,” from Teagan behind me.
She crowded behind me, twisting my shirt. “You can’t leave it on.”
“Sorry, hands are full.”
“Let’s get moving.” Cole’s voice brooked no argument, and I followed him down the steps. “Want me to take those?”
I tightened my grip on the plastic bins. “No, I got ‘em.”
“Jerk,” she muttered from behind me.
Cole followed us to my car, but I didn’t have it in me to get annoyed about it, especially since Teagan kept bumping into me with a pinch every few steps. We put everything in my trunk, and Cole waited until we were in the car and locked in.
I was pretty sure he wouldn’t be truly happy unless my entire car was armored with bulletproof windows. If shit kept getting worse, it probably would mean exactly that. We’d be shuttled about in protective shielded cars and trucks.
What a sobering thought.
“Would you turn this thing off?”
I side-eyed her and started the car. “Nope.”
“God.” She gave a full body shiver and nudged the seat back a little before buckling up.
“Can’t handle it?”
She gritted her teeth. “I can handle it.”
I gunned the engine, giving it an extra rumble.
She flinched and punched me in the arm. “Keep it up.”
I pulled the remote out. “Does this turn up or something?”
“Hateful.”
I turned it around and found settings along the side. “Oh, look at that.” I liked the sound of pulse.
She lifted
