Vibrizzio (5 page)

“Mmm, narrowed it down to three, but you know that’s not the way I mean when I say I was thinking about you.”

“What way then?”

“This way.” She crushed her mouth to his and leaned into him. When he was on his back, she straddled him, lifting her mouth and holding her lips inches away from his while she rocked her pelvis against him. The evidence of his redirected attention pressed into her through the cotton layers of his boxers and her panties.

With his hands rubbing along her backside, guiding her rhythm, he asked in a thick voice, “How did the thinking about me start?”

She let out a throaty laugh and sat up. As she told her tale, she traced her fingertips lightly over each of her body parts as she mentioned them. “First, I thought about your delicious lips tickling me from my jaw, down my throat, and then nipping at my breasts, kneading them and teasing them until they were so hard … and then I felt you biting into them.” Here her touch became considerably rougher, and she had to concentrate to keep from losing balance as she rode Keith’s increasingly eager thrusts.

“Were you wearing anything?”

“Nope.” She took his cue and peeled off her T-shirt, baring her chest. He lifted his hands and took over the kneading.

“Keep going,” he said, nearly breathless.

She fell forward, bracing her hands on either side of his head, grinding into him from a new angle. Her breathing was heavy too. “And then I thought of your hard, pulsing, glorious manhood, and I put Vibrizzio on full throttle, and—”

“Who?” Keith pinched her breasts, making her wince.

“Ow. My travel vibrator.”

“You named it?” he asked, continuing his pulsing rhythm against her pelvis.

“I guess so.” She planted her hot lips on his, and he opened wide, practically swallowing her as he tilted his body and pushed her over until she was on her back.

They shimmied out of their undies, and his fingers slithered and pulsed over and into her, driving her crazier than he had on his own for a while. Abruptly, his enticing motion stopped. “Wait—you have a travel vibrator?”

“Keith!” She slapped his skinny bum, and the action seemed to put battery-operated devices out of his mind for the moment. He rolled over and drove himself fully into her, managing to do a pretty good job of putting them out of her mind too.

* * *

The following week, however, the topic was back on full throttle. This time Lyssa and Keith were at her place. A game of Scrabble had turned naughty, and now the tiles lay scattered on the wood floor while the couple groped each other on the area rug next to them.

“Hold on a sec,” Lyssa whispered, pushing herself up and reaching back to open the side-table drawer and pull out her favorite toy.

“What’s that, your house vibrator?” Keith propped his torso up, leaning on his elbows.

“What?”

“You have a travel vibrator, so I assume you call this one your house vibrator. Store one in your dashboard for a car vibrator too? What about your desk at work? And do they each have their own name, or is it like George Foreman’s kids—Vibrizzio one, Vibrizzio two … ”

“Very funny.” She kneeled next to him and clicked the on switch to check the level of battery power.

“Seriously. I thought we were done with these.”

Lyssa scrunched her face. She’d never thought any such thing. He was sensitive about her fondness for bedroom accessories, obviously, but she figured it wouldn’t be a problem as long as they didn’t make it an every time thing.

“I didn’t need one the other night to make you moan my name.” His voice became a seductive growl as he wrapped his long fingers around the back of her neck. Sitting up and bringing himself closer to her level, he kissed the side of her throat and then bit down and began sucking. Lyssa closed her eyes, enjoying the forceful pulsing of his wet mouth against her flesh. She hadn’t noticed that the vibrator was still humming until she felt Keith’s fingertips skim over her palm to click it off.

When he began to slide it out of her hand, her instinct was to clutch it tighter. He grazed his teeth back and forth over her skin and gave the vibrator a swift yank. But she held firm, her arm jerking forward with is pull. She yanked it back to her side. He responded with another tug, and now it was game on. Lyssa didn’t know how many times the poor instrument jerked between their unrelenting grips, but the tug-of-war ended when Keith finally wrenched it out of her hand, His arm flew backward, and his mouth broke suction with her neck.

His triumphant expression pinched into a wince as he looked down at his hand. “You scratched me.”

“Well, what in the hell were you doing?”

He kept his hold on the prize but rubbed his other thumb over the meaty part of his hand where Lyssa’s nails had apparently dug in. “Why couldn’t you listen to me?”

“Listen to what? You being jealous of a piece of plastic?”

“I’m not jealous.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s … I don’t like sharing you. I don’t like the way you give it more attention than me, and I don’t like the fact that you went on a rendezvous with him … with
it
… in Boston. Why’d you even bring it?”

She cursed herself for telling him what she’d done in her hotel room. “Keith, honey, it sorta sounds like jealousy.”

He huffed and threw “it” onto the folded futon before he pushed himself up to stand. His lanky form hovered above her. “Maybe it is, but do you blame me? You’ve been basically cheating on me with
that
”—he gestured toward the innocent purple device—“and God knows how many of its brethren, and it ends today.”

“Brethren?” She’d rarely seen her boyfriend so worked up. The only other time he’d come close was when he’d been outraged at the shoddy characterizations in the latest cinematic interpretation of
Star Trek
.

He took a deep, calming breath and fixed his green eyes upon her. His wide mouth pressed into a slight frown. “I’ve been thinking about this for a couple weeks now, and it’s time for you to make a choice, Lyssa. Me or that.”

She busted out laughing, relieved that he was reasonable enough to make a joke of it.

“I’m not kidding.”

Oh. “You mean … are you saying you’re actually on the verge of breaking up with me … because of a vibrator?”

“Are we on the verge of breaking up? That’s entirely up to you.” His features stayed steady, not giving the slightest twitch or any other hint of mirth.

“You cannot be serious!” In an instant, Lyssa abandoned her seated position on the floor to stand in front of him. “I know you’re assuming I’ll chuck that thing aside and choose you, but what if I don’t? What if I tell you, yes, I enjoy the sensations it gives me, but I love you, and we’ll figure out a way for the three of us to be very happy together?”

“Stop taking this so lightly.”

“I … ” Her gaze wandered up until she was staring at a fine crack in her ceiling. She took a moment to collect her thoughts, trying to put herself into her boyfriend’s mindset. Then she lowered her eyes to him. “I honestly, genuinely, indubitably don’t know any other way to take it. You would leave me over something like this? Really?” She hated the tears that suddenly rushed too close to her surface.

He folded his arms over his chest, and the hardness in his expression didn’t lighten an inch. “Make your choice.”

Chapter Five

“You chose the vibrator?” The olive was still perfectly visible in Trish’s gaping mouth.

“No. I chose my dignity.”

“By choosing a vibrator?” Perched on a high stool at a small round table, Trish pointed her tiny plastic sword at Lyssa.

“By letting him know I wouldn’t play the ultimatum game. I mean, come on, you can’t tell me you think it was a fair choice he was asking me to make. And wait a minute—you were never a big fan of Keith, so why are you defending him?”

“I’m not defending him, sweetie. It’s just that the situation is so … ”

“Absurd? Irrational? Ridiculous?”

“All of the above. You guys really broke up over this?”

Lyssa shrugged and nodded at the waiter when he motioned from the nearby bar to see if they wanted another round. She’d purposely suggested the Gold Coast hotel lounge because she knew it’d be lightly populated. “I went to bed that night thinking it was only an argument and we’d get past it, but he hasn’t called. Or e-mailed or texted.” She frowned and gulped the last of her martini.

“How long has it been?”

“Almost a full week.”

“He’s probably waiting for you to get in touch.”

“I thought of that.”

“And … ”

“And I’m not so sure I want to get back with him. A single night of stewing over something so trivial is one thing, but a whole week? I’m tired of always being the one who has to smooth things over, you know?” She gave the waiter a weak smile as he set down their new drinks.

Trish pushed her fresh glass forward to clink the edge of Lyssa’s. “Good for you. You don’t need him.”

Lyssa nodded, attempting to reassure herself. “Hey, at least this way I’m no longer in the socially awkward position of having a boyfriend who’s skinnier than me.”

“There’s some lemonade for ya. Oh shit! Isn’t your mom coming into town this weekend?”

“Yup.”

“She adores Keith, doesn’t she?”

Lyssa sucked on her olive and shook her head. “It isn’t so much that she adores
him
as she adores the fact that I have—er, had—a boyfriend with a good job. Somehow that’s a one-up on the other mothers.”

“Right. Well, good luck breaking the news to her. What are you going to do about a date for Chuck and Amy’s wedding?”

Lyssa blew out a gust of air. Their friends’ wedding was less than a month away. “Why did I think talking to you about this was going to make me feel better?”

“It certainly wasn’t based on experience.” Trish laughed and slid her hand across the small table to squeeze her friend’s hand. Her smile softened from amusement to compassion. “You really don’t need him. Besides, you’ll be sitting at the head table with the rest of the wedding party, and now you can whoop it up with your girlfriends all night without worrying about having to give your date enough attention.”

Lyssa’s shoulders sank with the full realization that
singletude
was once again officially upon her. “Will you loan Kurt to me for a couple of dances?”

“Sure.”

* * *

Penny Bates’s round, cheery face beamed at her daughter over the tiered tray of tea sandwiches. They sat amid the cavernous elegance of The Drake’s Palm Court. A harpist played in the background as the two women nestled into upholstered seating that curved around a small table for two. Lyssa’s mother visited Chicago exactly twice each year. She and Lyssa’s father had relocated from the Chicago suburbs to Tennessee during Lyssa’s last year of college.

“Keith was welcome to join us, you know,” Penny said.

Lyssa had a simple plan to deal with the Keith situation. “This is a little posh for his tastes. He’s more of a Weiner’s Circle kind of guy.” Avoidance and subterfuge.

“Well, I do hope to get to see him at some point during this trip.”

Lyssa smiled noncommittally and moved a miniature egg salad sandwich from the server to her plate. She only had to make it through the weekend. In two days, when her mother was hundreds of miles away, she’d inform her of the breakup by e-mail. “So how are Jessica and the kids?”

Penny’s ensuing grin told her youngest daughter she’d hit on the right subject to distract. Both of Lyssa’s parents had just been to visit their eldest child’s family in southern Illinois, and then Penny had taken a train from there to Chicago while her husband drove back to Tennessee for work. “They’re an absolute joy, and Jessica has that house running like a finely-tuned army regiment.” She said it like that was a good thing.

“And Sam—or should I say Mister Jessica? Is he obeying orders okay?” Lyssa asked.

Penny’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “He’s properly grateful for his blessings.”

“Good. So no Doug on this trip?” Lyssa already knew the answer to this question. Her older brother had sent a text that morning that simply said: S
HOW
NO
FEAR
,
LITTLE
ONE
. W
E
’
LL
DOUBLE
-
TEAM
HER
AT
C
HRISTMAS
. She felt guilty that she was about to throw him under the bus for the sake of conversation, but a distraction was a distraction.

Her mother exhaled sharply. “Apparently your brother’s schedule is too full to accommodate a drive down from Michigan to visit his mother. I’m sure his wife is behind that.”

“That’s not fair, Mom. Doug is a big boy and hardly lets his wife push him around.”
Unlike Sam
, she congratulated herself for not adding.

“So you’re saying Doug simply doesn’t want to see me?”

“No! He really is busy—being a big shot attorney does require putting in an ungodly amount of hours, you know. I’ve been buried at work lately, too, so I totally get it.” She paused, giving her mother a chance to ask about her job, but the opportunity wasn’t taken, so she stayed on Doug. “He and Karin are coming at Christmas, right?”

“So he says.” The sag in Penny’s jowls became more pronounced when she frowned, and Lyssa suddenly realized why conversations with her mother were so exhausting—all the scrambles for subject changes wore her out. And so she wasn’t on her toes when her mother said, “I do hope you make Keith’s mother feel more welcome in her son’s life.”

“Not really going to be an issue anymore.”

“What?” Penny’s cup clinked onto its saucer.

“Huh?”

“Why won’t it be a problem anymore? Is she sick? Is it serious?”

Lyssa saw the clear path to salvaging plan Avoidance & Subterfuge, but she had limits and wouldn’t fake Keith’s mother’s death to delay a painful conversation with her mother.

“No, she’s fine … as far as I know. Keith and I broke up.”

It was good Penny had already set down her teacup; otherwise, stained water would’ve gone flying with the dramatic rush of her hand to her chest as she gasped loudly enough that the diners in the immediate vicinity glanced in her direction.