Never Stop (The Halo Series Book 3)

by Kimberly Knight

  I walked around the store, looking at everything imaginable as Bailee and Tonia bought a pink bullet-sized vibrator, a pack of various flavored condoms, and the Ben Wa balls. The Ben Wa balls intrigued me. I’d read about them in a popular book, and I thought about using them while working at Halo with Easton close by. But I didn’t share this with the girls. I wanted them to think I didn’t like the list. Really I had no desire to use the nipple clamps, butt plug, Clone a Willy (I had the real thing at my disposal), anal beads or the flavored condoms (I didn’t need those to enjoy giving Easton head). But the vibrating things and the glass dildo? Well, I owned a couple of vibrators and those excited me.

  We waited for Uzzi for around ten minutes as he made his way around the block and then stopped in front of the store to let us in. Bailee gave him the next address, and we were off into the sea of cars.

  “Which flavor are you going to try first?” Tonia asked.

  I looked toward her. “What?”

  “The flavored condoms.” She grinned.

  I chuckled. “Skin.”

  “That’s no fun.” Tonia laughed.

  “It is for Easton.” I winked.

  “This is true.”

  “And the Ben Wa balls?” Bailee asked.

  Uzzi was smiling from ear to ear as he listened to our conversation. I was totally embarrassed. Thankfully, I’d never see this guy again.

  “I might use them on my wedding day.” I grinned.

  Bailee whipped around in her seat. “Shut up! You will?” Her smile was huge across her face as if she wanted to see me have an orgasm as I said my vows.

  I could just picture the day of my wedding, inserting the two black balls that were attached to a string up my vagina and walking down the aisle. The moment I said those two words that would change my life forever, I’d let out a moan and have to drag Easton off for a quickie instead of taking pictures. I wasn’t going to do that, but I liked messing with these girls.

  “Guess we’ll have to wait and see.”

  “We’ll be watching you like a hawk for any indication,” Tonia confirmed.

  Twenty minutes later we were dropped off in front of the next shop. Neon signs flashed XXX in the window, and without skipping a beat, my sister walked right in as if she was on a mission. Tonia followed Bailee, but I hung back and browsed on my own.

  “So which one do you think Easton would like?”

  I turned toward my sister, and my eyes widened as I saw what she was holding. Tonia was holding a few more.

  “I had no idea there were so many options,” I affirmed, stepping forward to get a closer look.

  “These are just the vibrating ones,” Bailee stated. “There are a lot more that would be only for clitoral stimulation.”

  My eyes felt as though they were going to bulge from my head. “Do you work in a sex shop and I don’t know about it?” I wondered.

  She laughed. “No.”

  “Apparently, she has a lot of experience with this stuff.” Tonia chuckled.

  I took a deep breath. “I don’t want to know details.”

  Bailee tsked. “Come on, Brooke.”

  “All right,” I snapped. “Tell me the difference.” At least I was finally getting a say in something. Granted, it was only a cock ring.

  “This nude-pink colored one with the small vibrator on top auto cycles through nine pulse stages. It lasts up to eighty minutes.”

  “Oh wow,” I breathed.

  “This darker pink one,” Bailee held up another one, “has dual rings. The larger ring loops around the balls, offering stimulation and constricting some blood flow, causing his erection to stay harder longer. The smaller ring fits over the base of the penis, also making it stay harder. The smaller ring has a crown of soft nubs to stimulate your vagina, and the clit bumper rests on the top of the ring. With each thrust during lovemaking, the clit bumper creates clitoral stimulation with contact and even softer nubs.”

  “How—”

  “She’s reading the back of the package,” Tonia stated with a laugh.

  “Oh, thank God. I was starting to think my sister paid her way through college by selling herself.”

  Bailee slapped my arm. “Shut up!”

  I smiled. “Let’s just take number two. The other ones scare me.” I looked to some still in their hands that had anal probes and some with remotes. Baby steps. Next, they picked out nipple clamps that looked like car jumper cables and we left.

  “What’d you buy from this one?” Uzzi asked after punching in directions to the next place. I snorted at how invested he was in our adventure.

  “A vibrating cock ring and nipple clamps,” Bailee answered as if it was no big deal.

  Uzzi looked at me through the rearview mirror and smiled. I smiled back and then turned my gaze out to the falling snow. A silence fell over the car, and I finally asked the question that had been nagging me all night. “Not to put a damper on our night, but why didn’t you visit me in the hospital?” I asked, turning toward Tonia who was sitting next to me. Tonia and I had met in school, but she’d moved to take a job after we graduated. We rarely hung out anymore, but it still hurt.

  Her lips formed a thin line as she sighed. “Because I’m an asshole.”

  I swallowed and gave her a grim look, wanting her to explain better.

  “I didn’t know how serious it was,” she continued, “and I went about my day as if you weren’t in the hospital.”

  “I was there a week,” I stated. “It wasn’t a day. And I get that you weren’t living in Boston, but it still hurt that you couldn’t drive a few hours to see me. It’s not every day I have a tumor removed.”

  She grabbed my hand and gave it a light squeeze. “I know. I’m sorry. There’s not much I can say to make this better. I was a selfish asshole, and it won’t happen again.”

  I smiled tightly. “Okay.”

  “Can you forgive me?”

  I sighed again. “Yeah.”

  People made mistakes, and it wasn’t as if I were alone in the hospital. I had people who cared. Everyone had their reasons, and when asked for forgiveness, I just had to forgive. I might not forget, but I can forgive.

  “I guess at my wedding you can finally meet Easton.”

  She smiled. “I can’t wait.”

  Minutes later we were walking into the third store. “Now let’s get the anal stuff,” Bailee instructed, taking control again.

  My ass clenched just thinking about it. “I’ll leave you two to that.”

  I walked around the store like I’d done the previous two times, looking at all the various toys, when my cell phone chimed with a text. I pulled out my phone from my purse and noticed it was from Easton.

  Easton: Having fun?

  I smiled as I texted him back.

  Me: I am.

  A few seconds later I received another text.

  Easton: Me too.

  I wanted to ask him what they were doing but thought better of it. He was obviously not with any other woman if he was thinking about me and texting me.

  Me: Love you.

  I watched as the dots on the screen indicated he was replying.

  Easton: Love you.

  Easton: Drunk yet?

  I giggled, knowing he loved when I drunk texted him.

  Me: Not yet.

  Easton: Talk later.

  I was standing next to some vibrators, so I took a close-up picture of a purple silicone one and sent it to him. We would be doing more than talking later. He didn’t text back, and before I could send him another text, the girls were pulling me out the door.

  Once again we slid inside the warm car, and Bailee told Uzzi the next place on our list.

  “What did you buy now?”

  “Vibrating anal beads and a fox tail butt plug.”

  “Oh for fuck’s sake,” I murmured. I didn’t want to use anything that would hurt. I’d had enough pain in my life.

  Uzzi again looked at me through the rearview mirror. “Your man’s a lucky
guy.”

  I rolled my eyes and shook my head as I smiled. Easton was going to flip. He may like some—or all of the toys, but I knew he was going to be shocked as hell.

  “Brooke is gonna get lucky tonight.” Tonia laughed.

  “Not my ass,” I countered. “That’s staying a virgin.”

  “You haven’t done anal?” Bailee asked, turning around in her seat. “All men like anal.”

  Uzzi nodded.

  “That doesn’t mean I’m doing it,” I clipped. “And don’t tell me about your sexcapades.”

  “It’s nothing to write home about,” Tonia chimed in.

  “See? I’m not missing anything.”

  Bailee started to protest, but I held out my hand to stop her. “What’s left on the list?”

  She turned around and pulled the piece of paper out of her purse. “Clone a Willy, glass dildo, and any vibrator we want to give you.”

  “Lovely,” I groaned, but secretly I was looking forward to a new vibrator.

  We pulled up to the last store, and as we exited the car, I heard a sharp “Hey!” I looked to my left and saw Nicole and the other girls getting out of a car behind us.

  “Oh fuck!” Bailee squealed. “We need to hurry. This might be their last stop too.”

  “I thought this wasn’t a race?” I asked.

  Tonia replied as we dashed into the store. “Loser buys dinner.”

  “Oh.” I stopped running in my heels and let the crazy girls go. I wasn’t buying dinner anyway.

  Not five minutes later, Bailee was calling for me to follower her back to the car. Uzzi was already waiting for us. Bailee spit out an address. “Step on it. We need to beat them, Uz. We spent a shitload of money tonight and can’t afford to pay for dinner.”

  “Oh Lord,” I mumbled.

  “Pretend this is The Amazing Race and get us there fast,” Bailee continued. “Don’t get lost or break down like taxis do on that show, though.”

  Uzzi laughed. “You got it, doll.”

  Doll? Doll!

  We maneuvered through the streets and occasionally Bailee would turn around and say she didn’t see them behind us. Apparently, Bailee and Tonia had paid first and knew the others were on our heels. Twenty-ish minutes later we pulled in front of a Japanese restaurant. Uzzi gave us each his card, instructing us to call him anytime we needed a ride before we dashed into the restaurant. I was never going to call the guy. My luck, he’d remember who I was and ask how Easton and I were loving our new sex toys.

  No thank you!

  “We have reservations for six,” Bailee told the hostess. “I hope we’re the first to arrive.”

  The hostess smiled. “You are. Right this way.”

  Bailee and Tonia both shouted at the same time. “Yes!”

  “I need a drink,” I stated.

  “Get as many as you want. It’s your night.” Bailee hooked her arm with mine as we continued to follow the hostess to the back of the restaurant.

  She led us to a private room with a teppanyaki style table in the middle. It was then I knew I was screwed because the private room would allow me to open all the black bags and see what the girls from each team bought.

  Five minutes later, Nicole, Lucy, and April walked in. “Dammit!” Nicole groaned. “I can’t believe we lost.”

  “I think I’ll have filet minion and lobster for dinner,” Bailee declared.

  “Paybacks are a bitch.” Nicole glared at my sister, but I knew they were only messing around with each other.

  “Don’t be a sore loser.” Bailee stuck her tongue out at Nicole.

  “Everyone sit down,” I scolded. “People can order whatever they want. I’ll pay for mine.”

  “You will not pay!” Nicole declared.

  “Well, shut up about this shit. I need a drink—”

  “And to open all your presents.” Lucy smiled. “I’m dying to see your face when you see everything.”

  I rolled my eyes. “I can’t wait.”

  After placing our dinner and drink orders, Nicole handed me a black plastic bag. “It’s time.”

  I took the bag and also took a deep breath.

  Slowly I opened the bag, glancing at all the girls. They all had shit-eating grins on their faces. Inside was a package. I started to pull it out slowly. Before it was fully out, I saw the head of a penis the same color as the bag.

  “I fucking knew it!” I squealed. Everyone laughed.

  Easton was going to flip.

  Dinner, drinks, and shenanigans later, Nicole dropped me off at home. Bailee had stayed behind at Halo when we returned to pick up our cars. She’d said that she wasn’t ready to go home and might not stay at my house for the night. We were all convinced she was meeting up with Gary even though she said she wasn’t.

  Whatever.

  As I walked into the house, I saw Easton lying on the couch in just his jeans. The TV was on, but he was looking at the screen of his phone.

  No shirt.

  No shoes.

  And all mine.

  He looked away from his phone as he saw me approaching.

  “Hey.” I smiled.

  “Hey.” He smiled back. “What’s in all the bags?”

  I smirked. “Stuff.” I set them and my purse on the coffee table and moved to straddle him before pressing a kiss to his lips.

  “What kind of stuff?” he asked.

  I sat up, still on his lap with my legs on either side of his hips. “What kind of stuff comes in black plastic bags?”

  His lips quirked. “Well, alcohol for one.”

  “It’s not booze.” I laughed.

  His electric blue eyes met my emerald ones, and I watched as realization dawned on his face. “You guys went to a sex store?”

  I chuckled. “More like a sex shop hop.”

  “A sex shop hop?” His eyebrows raised in question.

  I proceeded to tell him about my night. He was bound to wonder where all the toys came from when he saw them in a box in our closet.

  “Which ones are we going to use now?”

  “Ones?” I laughed.

  “We have the whole house to ourselves until we pick up Chey tomorrow.”

  “This is true.” I thought for a moment. “How about the cock ring?”

  He chuckled. “Never used one before.”

  “Neither have I. We have two now. One might be a little more advanced. Apparently, it wraps about your balls too.”

  His eyes became big. “And the other one?”

  “It slips on your penis and has a vibrating thing on top. That’s for me.” I smirked.

  “Sounds fun.”

  “Let me find it,” I said and climbed off his lap.

  “You gonna put it on me?”

  I glanced at him briefly and then spoke as I rummaged through the bags. “Is that all you want me to do?”

  He groaned. “Fuck no. I want your sassy mouth wrapped around my dick getting me hard.”

  I found the package I wanted and tore the plastic bag off. “Right here?” I asked, nudging my head at the couch. We’d never had sex on the couch because it seemed Cheyenne was always home when we had a free moment.

  “Yeah, and then I’m gonna fuck you as you bend over the arm of the couch.”

  My pussy clenched at his words and a spark of desire coursed through me. I wanted that like it was my next breath. “Let me wash this real quick and then I’ll be back. Don’t more,” I instructed and ran to the bathroom for soap and water. When I returned, Easton had his hands behind his head. I placed the cock ring on the coffee table and crouched down beside him, reaching for the button of his jeans. He drew in a breath as my hand skimmed his bare skin above the waist of his boxers that were sticking out an inch or so beyond his pants.

  “Avery and Gary were right.”

  I looked up at him. “About what?”

  He grinned. “They said I’d thank them for not telling me what you guys did tonight. I have to say, I’m loving the surprise of what’s in the bags.”
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  “I’m not sure you’ll love everything.” I laughed and started working on his jeans again.

  “Why?”

  “I’ll let you be the judge after we’re done.”

  “Hmmm. Okay.”

  I began pulling his jeans and boxers down his hips. Once they were off and on the floor, I smiled as I looked at his glorious form. He was sculpted from head to toe, and I couldn’t wait to devour him—forever.

  Returning to my crouching position, I grabbed his cock, stroking it as it hardened in my hand. Leaning forward, I licked the tip before sucking the head with a pop.

  “Fuck,” he breathed and moved my brown hair away from my face so he could get a better look. His hand stayed in my hair, holding the back of my head as I licked and sucked him. “That’s it, baby. Take me deep in your throat.”

  I moaned at his words and did just that. His dick slid to the back of my throat, and I sucked hard. I knew, without a doubt, Easton tasted better than any flavored condom.

  “I’m gonna come if you keep going, and then we won’t be able to use your new toy for a while.”

  I licked his head once more and then straddled him again, leaning forward to plant my lips against his. I wanted to kiss every inch of him.

  He began tugging at my shirt. “We need to do something about your clothes, babe.”

  “I’ll do it,” I said. My body was humming with need, and if I didn’t have him inside me soon, I’d have to take matters into my own hands. Quickly, I pulled my shirt over my head, leaving me in my magenta bra with a paisley design on the cups. I kissed him again before I stood to remove my pants.

  “I love watching you strip.”

  “You didn’t get your fill tonight?”

  His eyebrows furrowed. “Didn’t go to a strip club.”

  “Oh?”

  Easton watched as I threw my jeans, bra, and panties on the floor. I didn’t put on a show for him. He was hard and waiting and I was burning with need, my pussy wet. “Here,” he said and reached around me to grab the cock ring off the table. “Put this on now.”

  I took the light pink ring from his fingers and straddled his hips once more. I stretched the ring as Easton held the base of his cock and I slid the soft gel ring around his shaft. Then I pushed the small button and turned it on.