Play With Me (Playing for Keeps, #2)

by Becka Mack

When I get to the third, the one labeled toys, I grin triumphantly, ripping at the tape. “Aha.” This is it; this is the box. If this doesn’t put me in Jennie’s good books, nothing will. “Here I come, Princess Bubbleg—ah! Holy fuck!” I flip the top down and scream bloody murder. “Help!” “What?” Jennie slides into the bedroom, breathless, eyes wild. “Did you find Princess Bubble—Garrett!” Her hands go to her face. She’s screeching. I think I’m crying. “What are you doing?” “Looking for Princess Bubblegum!” I shout. The box I’m crushing against my chest, the one filled with dildos and vibrators, rumbles and shakes, coming alive. “She’s not in there!” “Spoiler alert, Jennie: I fucking know that!” “This box is private!” Jennie charges at me, squishing the box between us. Something starts vibrating, trying to jump out, and I think I might be sick. “You shouldn’t have touched it!” “Why would you label a box of sex toys toys?” I shriek back. My back hurts and my face feels really hot. I don’t like it. “What else would you call them?” She tries to pry the box from my—for some reason unwilling—hands. A battle of tug of war ensues, the box ricocheting between us. “Give … it … back!” I yank the box closer—why?—and Jennie tumbles forward, plastering the three of us—me, her, and the box—against the wall. She huffs, puffs, and pulls. Hard. The box rips apart at the seams, the most beautiful rainbow of dildos and vibrators flying through the air between us in—I swear to God—slow fucking m...