Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
“Look.” Theron gesticulates like he’s chopping the air in fury. “It’s not that I’m uncomfortable about a replica of my dick existing. It’s the process of making the replica that I’m not stoked about.”
“Me either,” Gabe says.
“But if Carson comes down and says it’s no big deal, then I’ll do it,” Theron adds and like magic, Gabe nods his agreement too.
“Okay then. I guess the rest of the afternoon is going to be about rubber dicks.” Could my life get any stranger?
“You know these things come with vibrating inserts.” Tom waves the box in his hand.
“What?” My eyebrows practically hit my hairline.
“So, they’re less a dildo and more a vibrator,” Stefan observes.
“Ten vibrating dicks on the wall,” Jonas sings.
“We can line them up and toss a ball at them, like ten-pin bowling,” Jimmy adds.
The image of a bowling alley filled with giant purple vibrators makes me snort. Jeez.
I pick up my plate, and reach for more on the table but Stefan stands and takes over. “Leave this to us,” he says. “Russell and Oliver get a pass for cooking, and you get a pass for being pretty.”
Oh, he’s smooth as well as handsome. That’s a devastating combination. The flush of hot blood that colors my neck and cheeks can’t be concealed, and I press my hands against my face, embarrassed.
“Look at that,” Tom says, gently. “Allie can’t take a compliment.”
“Do I get a pass for being pretty?” Jonas flutters his long lashes.
“You get to sweep the floor for being a dick,” Stefan says, but it isn’t with any bite and Jonas shrugs his shoulders, accepting the task easily.
While the men clear the table and deal with the mess inside, I take the opportunity to take a stroll down to the beach, eager to check out the rest of our surroundings. There’s a gate at the back of the property and then a few steps, and I climb down until my feet hit the cool sand and the ocean stretches uninterrupted in front of me.
The air is moist and salty in my lungs, and I breathe deeply. As I approach the water, my phone, clutched in my right hand, begins to vibrate, and I lift it to check the caller ID.
It’s Dawn, my bestie who’s currently residing in Australia. Well, Byron Bay, to be exact. From the photos she’s sent me, the beach there is similar to where I’m standing.
I accept the video call and hold up the phone, so the first thing she sees is the ocean.
“What?” I hear her scream. “I didn’t know you were going on vacation!”
“I’m not. I’m working. But look where my assignment is!”
“It’s amazing,” she says. “So beautiful.” I turn the phone so I can see her face and she can see mine and we beam at each other. “So, the dick size assignment is actually happening. I thought you were joking.”
“No jokes,” I laugh. “Well, actually, there is an abundance of joking. The men they’ve recruited for this study are very funny!”
“So you’ve met them all?”
“Yep. I’ve been dragged into the pool fully clothed and now they’re cleaning up inside while I take a walk on the beach.”
“Sounds like my life.” She grins broadly, her straight white teeth a contrast to her tan skin.
“You’ll never guess what my crazy boss has tasked those poor men to do!” I laugh.
“Stand naked in front of you so you can double check the size they claim to be with a school ruler?”
“Errr…gross. But kind of.”
“Just spill it,” Dawn says. “I can’t stand the suspense.”
“They’re all in there right now, making rubber dildos using a mold kit. In about an hour, they’re going to present me with ten vibrating replicas of their cocks.”
“WHAAAAT? Have I ever told you that you have the best job on the planet?”
I roll my eyes and trail my foot in the water, shivering at the sudden coolness. “No, you haven’t and no, I don’t. It’s just frigging weird, and it gets weirder and weirder as the years go on.”
“Are you telling me you’re not intrigued?”
I shrug my shoulders, walking deeper so the cool seawater laps over my ankles. “I’m intrigued, I guess. I haven’t ever had the pleasure of seeing something like that in real life.”
“Are you serious?”
“Well, yeah. I mean, the ones I’ve gotten up close and personal with have been more average size.”
“I’m sorry, Allie, but if you call me at the end of this week and tell me you haven’t made the most of experiencing what one of those men has to offer, I’m personally flying over to intervene.”
“Have you…I mean…ten inches.”
“Errr…yeah. This might be TMI but I’ve handled many of those at the same time.”
I screw up my nose and twist my lips, trying to push out the images that Dawn has created in my mind. “How? Actually, I don’t want to know the details of how that’s even achievable. What I should be telling you is that you're a better woman than me and that your new nickname is Queen of Dicks.”