Key West Lacey Alexander (sad books to read .txt) 📖

worry. Because I’m on the pill, and I’ve only been with one guy my whole life…and believe it or not, despite recent events, I really don’t think he cheated on me on a regular basis or anything. So if you’ve always been careful up to now—I mean, if you really, really have…”

He squeezed her hand and looked into her eyes. “I really, really have.”

She narrowed her gaze on him. “Then I trust you. And if we don’t get around to using a condom…”

“It’ll be safe, I swear. Because I never forget.”

She grinned. “Except tonight.”

“Except tonight,” he confirmed with a small smile of his own.

When he pushed the curtain back, Carrie felt like she was stepping into the Twilight Zone. No one saw them exit the booth, and everything was essentially as it had been when they’d gone in—people still drank and talked, music still played, Shay still delivered colorful drinks and mugs of beer in those sinfully short shorts—but everything felt different. Her whole body felt energized with what had just happened between them. As she walked with Chris back to the bar, she felt like they shared a naughty little secret, and as she climbed up on her stool, the circulating air from a ceiling fan above washed lightly over her bare pussy beneath her skirt. She was no longer worried about right or wrong—everything felt right. And she was no longer worried about how she’d feel when this was over—she was living in the moment and intended to continue that way.

The only thing that worried her was the fact that they’d not succeeded in getting his tremendous cock inside her, but Chris didn’t seem concerned. So the only thought in her mind as she took a sip from the fruity rum mix he’d been serving her all evening was that she couldn’t wait to get him in bed and try again.

Chapter Five

An hour later, Chris led Carrie through the entryway of the Lazy Lizard, out onto Duval Street. It was late, but he wasn’t even close to being ready for sleep. He’d felt somewhat wired since their little cruise on the Party Barge yesterday, but the last hour since their encounter in the phone booth, he’d felt as wide awake as if he’d been drinking coffee all night. He was so ready for more with his hot, sexy little angel.

“Your place or mine?” she asked, raising her eyebrows playfully. He loved the sexy, anxious light in her eyes and was glad their mishap earlier hadn’t deterred her from wanting to fuck.

“Scott’s probably at mine.”

She gave her head a teasing, speculative tilt. “Scott’s pretty hot. Maybe we should go there.”

He couldn’t help laughing. From prim to saucy to downright sinful, he never knew what to expect from this woman, and maybe that was what he loved about her. “Don’t you think maybe you should master one cock first before you move on to two?” he joked.

Her face colored prettily. “Don’t worry—I don’t think I could ever handle more than just you.”

He had his doubts about that, but let it drop. He thought his hot little angel could handle way more than she even knew yet, and he hoped by the time they went to sleep tonight she’d understand that.

“It so happens I have a fabulous honeymoon suite going to waste,” she announced.

“Not for long,” he said with a grin, taking her hand to pull her through the quiet late Monday night crowd of Duval Street.

“Um, aren’t we going the wrong way?”

He squeezed her hand and smiled into her eyes. “Nope. We have to make a little stop first. I have a plan, remember?”

“Oh yes. The plan. I’ll admit I’m curious to hear it.”

“You won’t have to wait much longer,” he said, leading her through a crosswalk against the light since the path was clear. “Because here we are.”

The sign above them read Exotica—Toys and Apparel. A mannequin in the store window wore a black leather corset and black thigh-high boots, and although that wasn’t why he’d come here, he couldn’t help thinking how hot Carrie would look in such a costume, baring her pretty little pussy to his feasting eyes—and mouth.

He watched her reaction—she blinked, appearing to slowly absorb the type of establishment he’d brought her to, then gave him a questioning look. “What are we doing here?”

He only laughed in reply, and before she could protest further, he drew her into the sex shop.

The store was filled with racks of sexy clothing, from lacy lingerie to hardcore BDSM wear. The walls were lined with porn movies and sex toys. He had a feeling that, despite her new bravado, Carrie was mortified to be walking through such a place, so as he led her back to a wall covered with dildos and vibrators, he turned to her with a grin. “Ever been in a sex shop before?”

She shook her head, her eyes wide.

“Ever played with sex toys?”

Another shake of her head, her pretty curls bouncing about her face. He wasn’t surprised.

“That one guy you’ve been with all this time—he doesn’t sound like much fun. Good thing I came along when I did.”

“I still don’t know what we’re doing here.”

He released her hand as they reached the wall of phalluses. Studying the packaged offerings, he chose a standard cylindrical vibrator of neon yellow, a bigger, cock-shaped vibrator in pink, and a simple but sizable flesh-colored dildo which, according to the package, was nine inches.

After selecting batteries from a rack behind them, he said, “Ready,” turning to face her with his selections in his hands.

She raised her eyebrows. “Uh, we’re buying all of these?” He couldn’t help enjoying her visible, nervous swallow. “I don’t know why I need any extra penises when I can’t even use the one I’ve got.”

He laughed out loud, drawing a curious look from the woman behind the counter up by the front window. “That’s exactly why,” he explained. “We’re going to use them, one by one, to stretch out your pussy until you