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Hailey walks in ahead of us and stops in front of the huge display of dildos. I look around, making sure no one is watching us or within hearing range. Things are about to get really awkward and uncomfortable, for me at least.

But then again, I am surrounded by dildos with two pregnant women. Awkward went out the window a while ago.

Hailey taps a finger to her lips, scanning all the dildos. “Hmm,” Her eyes squint and narrow on one in particular, “this one will do.”

She picks up a long stemmed rose shaded glass dildo and examines it for a second. “Perfect!” She hands it to MacKenzie who gives her stamp of approval.

We take a few steps further down the aisle. MacKenzie stops in front of the vibrators. She’s now scanning the wall looking for something just as Hailey did. “What’s your favorite color?”

“Pink.” I rub my sweaty hands down my jeans, unsure of why color choice has anything to do with it. “Does it really matter?”

“Of course not,” Hailey laughs, “but why not pick your favorite color?”

I close my eyes briefly, berating myself for getting into this mess. I should have kept my mouth shut.

“Ah ha.” MacKenzie picks one up and examines it before handing it to Hailey for her stamp of approval this time.

“Perfect.” Hailey hands it to me. “This one comes with different speeds. That’s always nice.”

I don’t even want to know how she knows that.

I am completely mortified and out of my element here. I mean, I know what to do with one and why it’s nice to have the different speeds, but I never thought I’d actually be in a store like this with my two best friends.

“Oh shit! Look at this.” MacKenzie points to a box.

Hailey and I walk over so we can see what has her all excited. Bedroom baseball.

“You’re getting this.” Hailey reaches for the board game and hands it to me.

“Guuuuys,” I whine, although I’m not really sure why because it looks like fun, though I don’t know whether Cooper and I will even reach the home run.

Hailey and MacKenzie both ignore me and start grabbing things off the shelf as we continue down the aisle.

Pop Rocks, lotions, condoms, hand cuffs, lube, a blind fold and who the hell knows what other stuff they grabbed. It scared the shit out of me, that’s all I know. Hailey reaches forward and goes for the nipple clamps but I put my hand out and stop her. “Okay now, let’s not go crazy.”

Both girls look at each other and laugh, throwing the nipple clamps in the mix despite my objections. I look up the ceiling and just shake my head. We walk around the lingerie and look through the racks. I know I need something that will catch Cooper’s eye but I also don’t want something slutty. I want something sexy.

I’m a few racks away from Hailey and MacKenzie and I’m about to give up because I’m not seeing anything that is catching my eye, but as I turn around to see if they are ready to leave I find what I was looking for.

A baseball lingerie set with a pin striped top that ties in the front and a matching garter belt with a buckle belt. It even comes with a play bat. As I’m holding it out in front of me I hear Hailey, “That’s it.”

I turn around to show both Hailey and MacKenzie. “Yup, Cooper is going to go f**king crazy.”

MacKenzie rubs her belly, “There’s no doubting that he’s stepping up to the plate when he sees you in that.”

Relieved they agree, I smile in relief for the first time all day, “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

“I’ll be right there.” Hailey says as she walks away.

MacKenzie and I make our way up to the register. Thankfully it’s a lady at the register. I don’t need to be anymore mortified than I am right now. Hailey throws up a pair of white thigh highs and winks at me. I roll my eyes and shake my head. She just completed my outfit.

After all my stuff is bought and paid for, the three of us head back to my place. Cooper is still out with the guys so MacKenzie and Hailey give me the run down on what to do to get started. My cheeks are burning red by the time they leave, it actually feels like I have sunburn.

Let’s hope this actually works and I don’t make myself out to be a fool.

8

My body is sore after training today. I pushed myself harder than I normally do because I’m frustrated and pissed after last night. Jaylinn shouldn’t be going through this shit anymore. She told me she was doing better but she’s obviously not. I’m irritated with myself because I’m holding back with her. I don’t want this. I don’t want to hold back damn it. I want to devour her body, make her scream my name. I want her panting underneath me, telling me she wants this as much as I do but I can’t push her. Fuck!

“Bro,” Mason punches me in the arm, “what’s with you today?”

I let out a frustrated sigh, knowing I can’t tell him, “Nothing.”

“Bullshit.” Mason stands in front of his car with his arms folded in front of his chest.

I lean up against mine and cross my ankles. I flip up my hood and bury my hands in the front of my hoodie. “I’m just in a bad mood that’s all.”

Mason cocks an eyebrow at me knowing I’m full of shit.

I shake my head. “It’s nothing man, seriously.”

Hunter pulls up in his unmarked police car. My eyebrows draw together. I hope everything’s ok. Mason and I walk over to him. “What’s up man?” Mason asks.

“Nothing much, just seeing what you fools are up to.” Hunter checks his phone then places it in the cup holder.

Mason and I glare at him.

“What?” Hunter asks, giving us a look. “Are you ass**les always this miserable after your workouts?” “Why don’t you tell us why you’re really here?” I quip back.

Hunter rests his head back against his head rest. “Just a long day, you guys want to head over to the batting cages for a little while? I gotta let some of this pent up aggression out.”

Mason pulls his phone from his pocket and dials Hailey I’m sure.

“Yeah I’m game.” I tell him, digging in my bag for my keys. “I’ll meet you over there now? Or do you want to go later?”

Mason walks back towards his car.

“Now if that’s cool with you. CC and Chloe are at the house with the boys so now is better so she isn’t home by herself.” Hunter yawns.

Mason walks back over scowling.

“What’s wrong?” I ask him.