“That thing with Tash went on for a lot longer than that.”

“It was just about the fucking, though—and the mind fuck for her—so it doesn’t really count.”

His phone beeps. He checks the screen and sighs. “Speaking of.”

“You should turn that shit off while you’re here. Put it out of your head for a couple of days.” Kind of like I’m avoiding any additional calls from my dad since my phone is still in the truck.

“That’s the problem. She’s burrowed her way right in there like a fucking termite, and I can’t get her out.”

He flips the phone over so it’s face down and he can’t see the screen. It buzzes again with another message, but he ignores it.

“Hey, you find your phone last night?” he asks.

“No. Shit. I should have a look in the truck. There’s some stuff on there I don’t want anyone else to see.”

“What kinda stuff?”

“Just personal shit.”

He pushes out of the chair. “I’ll give you a hand.”

I can’t believe he’s not feeling like a bag of shit considering how much he drank last night and how little he’s slept.

We walk around to the truck and open the doors. I check all the compartments while Lance looks under the seats.

He holds up a box of condoms. “You still using these?”

“Nah. Lily’s been on the pill forever. She’s really good about taking it on the regular.”

“Wasn’t Sunny on the pill when she got pregnant?”

“Yeah, but she had some kind of sinus infection and was taking prescription meds. Apparently they interfere with the pill, and they should’ve been bagging it.”

Lance whistles. “Fuuuuck. I didn’t know that.”

“Lesson learned, I guess?”

“That’s a big-ass, permanent, motherfucker of a lesson.”

“Yeah.” I nod. “But Miller’s rolling with it, and so is Sunny.”

“You don’t worry Lily’s gonna want the same thing?”

“Not right now. Her mom got knocked up at eighteen. I don’t think Lily’s interested in repeating the cycle.”

“Fair enough. Sorry. I didn’t mean to get personal on you.”

“It’s fine. It’s not like I haven’t thought about it.”

Lance tosses the condoms into the glove box. “Just in case you decide you need them.”

“Good call.”

We switch sides and go through the entire truck one more time, but come up empty-handed. I’m starting to panic a little. My phone has all my contact info in it, not to mention some other things.

“Maybe it’s in your room?”

“Yeah. Maybe. It’s worth another look.” Lance closes up the truck, and I sneak back inside to give our room another pass.

The girls aren’t in the kitchen anymore, but I don’t stop to find out where they went. I take the stairs two at a time. I check in all the obvious places first: under the bed, in the bed, in the dresser drawers. When I still don’t find it, I dump my bag out, rummage through the contents, and check all the pockets, but still nothing. Maybe it ended up in Lily’s bag.

I dump hers out on the bed and sift through the frilly, lacy lingerie she has yet to model for me, or let me take off with my teeth, but still no phone.

There are a few extra pockets in her bag, so I unzip those, turn it upside down, and shake it. A bunch of things fall out on the bed. Included is the little vibrating bullet I found in her nightstand drawer a few months back. It comes in handy when I want to torture her with orgasms. Three small bottles of lube—one water-based, one flavored, and a new black one—also litter the comforter. I love how prepared she is, like a regular sex girl scout.

But the item that makes me immediately hard is also brand new and still in the package. Lily bought a butt plug. A fucking hot pink butt plug with a crystal at the end. I try really hard not to imagine what she’s going to look like, sound like, feel like when I’m using it on her, but it’s impossible. Not once have I ever mentioned wanting to go there with her—though of course I do. I’m a guy. With a dick. I want to put it wherever she’ll let me. My motto with Lily has always been: unless she brings it up, I don’t.

If she has this, I have to assume, logically, she wants me to use it on her. My hard-on throbs as I consider how amazing that’s going to be—and then there’s the video I’ll make with my phone.

Which I still can’t find.

Fuck.

I will my hard-on to go away. It doesn’t want to. Now it wants to get inside Lily. Now it wants me to do dirty, nasty things to my gorgeous girlfriend’s ass.

But first I need to find my goddamn phone.

I jam Lily’s clothes back in her bag. All the little toys go back in the pockets, except the plug. That I set on top of her clothes and zip up the bag. I want her to know I know she has it. Then I once again will my hard-on to fuck off until I can sort out the missing-phone issue.

“Hey, I’ve been looking for you!” Lily wraps an arm around me from behind. “Wow. What’s going on here?” She gestures to my clothes strewn all over the unmade bed.

“I was looking for my phone.”

“Oh. Any luck?”

“Nope.”

“Have you checked the truck yet? I thought you left it in there. I forgot my phone charger at home. We can get yours and have a look while we’re out there.”

I turn and tuck her hair behind her ear. I don’t tell her I’ve already been through the truck twice. I want to have one more look before I let the real worry take hold. “Sure. Let’s go.”

She threads her fingers through mine. “After brunch we should come up here and have a nap.”

“By nap do you mean we should get naked and give each other orgasms?”

Her smile is devious. “You’re such a mind reader! That’s exactly what I meant.”

“I love your version of naps.” I kiss her shoulder and tug on her hand. I have a feeling if I don’t find this damn phone, the orgasms will not be happening. “Sunny’s okay?”

“Yeah. She’s fine. Well, as fine as she’s going to be until she has that baby. Let this serve as a reminder: never let me forget to take my pill.”