Sleet Sugar by S.J. Tilly

CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

ZACH

“Z

ach?” Izzy's voice breaks me out of the staring contest that I’m having with a hot pink penis that seems to be suction cupped to the table.

“Uh, hi Sugar - ” I stumble through my greeting. That’s the best I got at the moment.

The use of the term Sugar sets off a round of giggles in the group. Glancing around, I recognize Meghan, Katelyn, and Stephanie Wilder. The other half dozen women are strangers to me.

“Zach, what a pleasant surprise!” Meghan beams at me. “Come on in and join us.”

The little redheaded witch. I should have known she’d end up fucking with me.

I narrow my eyes at her. “It seems as though I might be in the wrong place.”

A woman I don’t know reaches out and pulls on my arm. “We could use a hottie like you tonight.”

“Paws off, Julie! He’s a hockey player, not a stripper.” Meghan half stands from her spot as she shouts at the grabber.

That’s when I notice the mostly empty pitchers on the tables. Perfect. Not only is this a group of horny women playing with dicks, it’s a group of horny drunk women playing with dicks.

“And he’s spoken for,” Katelyn chimes in before throwing me a wink.

Spoken for?

I look to Izzy and see that she’s smiling at me. And I feel a physical weight lift off my chest. It’s like there’s been a cage surrounding my heart, and every time I try and fail to win her over, the cage tightens. That smile though, the one she’s still giving me, it’s turning the lock and the bars are loosening.

“Here, take my seat.” Meghan moves over, giving me a spot next to my Sweets.

I look back around the room. I do not want to be in here, but I do want to be with Izzy.

Carefully, I shuffle around to get to the open seat on the couch. A loud slap on my ass stops me in my tracks and I look back at Julie before quickly sitting down.

“Jesus, Julie! You’re cut off,” Meghan says.

“Sorry, his ass just looked so firm.” She doesn’t sound sorry.

“You sound just like those asshole guys who think it’s okay to grope women in bars. Apologize to poor Zach.”

“I’m sorry,” Julie says, this time sounding chastised. “She’s right. That was a terrible thing to do.”

“Already forgotten.” I give her a nod before looking at Meghan. “Does that happen often?”

She shrugs. “Yeah. Probably to everyone in here. Probably more than once.”

I look at Izzy. Her half smile tells me everything I need to know. I grab her hand as my jaw tenses. My mind going fuzzy with rage.

Knowing that a man has laid an unwelcome hand on her makes me want to hunt down that hand and rip it from its owner’s body.

“Never fucking again. You got that?” I growl quietly.

She nods and quickly stretches up to kiss me on the cheek.

Well hell, that’s a thorough way to distract me.

A chorus of awwws brings my attention back to the room. And the table of dongs.

“Do I really need to ask, or is someone going to explain this to me?” I say, gesturing to the colorful display of toys.

To my surprise, Izzy speaks up first.

“Well, Zach, these are sex toys. Women use them to pleasure themselves. The ones shaped like cocks are called dildos. I’m sure you’ve heard of them.” She smiles up at me, batting her eyelashes.

Hearing Izzy say cock has short circuited my brain. I just stare at her.

“We’re not back here using them. We’re buying them.” A blush starts to stain her cheeks.

She’s buying these? Fuuuuck. Now I’m picturing Sugar sprawled out on her bed, wriggling around, vibrator between her thighs…

“I think we broke him,” Katelyn giggles.

“I’ll give you a discount. They aren’t just meant for solo use,” Julie says with a wink.

“Jackson and I love this one,” Katelyn says while picking up a purple U-shaped device.

Steph groans the same time I do. That’s her brother, and my team captain, that Katelyn’s talking about.

Izzy laughs and pats my leg. “That might be a little too much TMI for our sober man here.”

I look around. “I’ll pay for everything you ladies want to buy tonight, as long as you promise to keep your personal experiences to yourselves.”

The room erupts into cheers as the women all reach forward and wrap their hands around their silicon dick of choice.

Sugar slowly leans forward and grabs one of the smaller items. It looks like a little vibrator, only it has a rubber ring attached to one end. The rest of the room is now preoccupied talking amongst themselves, so when Sugar leans back, I put my arm around her shoulders and pull her into my side.

“Is that the one you want, Sweets?” I whisper into her ear.

She looks up. “I’ve always wanted to try this with someone.”

Goddamn. I shift in my seat. “I’m more than happy to watch you play.”

“This is a two person toy.” At the look on my face, she explains, “You see this part?” She gives a little tug on the ring. “This goes on your…” Izzy trails off and looks at my lap.

My cock twitches under her attention, and that’s when I realize what she’s holding. I thought I was turned on before. That’s nothing compared to now. What she’s holding is a vibrator attached to a cock ring. I take a moment to visualize how that would work and I grow even harder.

I adjust myself and press my lips to her ear. “You know for that to work, I’ll have to be buried all the way inside of you. Rolling my hips to get you the ultimate friction and pressure.” I can see her breath quicken with the rise and fall of her chest. “Sugar, I’m begging you, let me be the man you use this with.”

She leans away from me enough to look up and meet my gaze. “I think I’d like that.” She bites her lip before continuing. “Can we talk, when this party is over?”

The words sound a lot like “we need to talk,” but the look on her face leads me to think this conversation is going to be in my favor. I want to toss her over my shoulder and carry her out of here, so we can talk right fucking now. I’m tired of waiting. But I remind myself that good things come to those who wait. So I sit back, tighten my grip on Sugar’s shoulders, and wait.