As suspected, once we’ve got keys, Lance decides to check out the casino instead of coming directly to the room with us. He’s smart enough to know he’ll be listening to a bunch of banging headboards.

When we get upstairs, no one even pretends they want to hang out right away.

Buck yawns and stretches. “I think I wanna take a nap before we check things out.”

Charlene pffts. “If nap is a euphemism for have sex, enjoy yourselves. Come on, Darren. Let’s go have a nice, long, hard nap.” She wheels her suitcase across the massive suite to one of the doors.

Darren smiles and follows her. “I’m in. I like hard naps.”

“Nap time!” I yell and sprint to another unoccupied bedroom. As soon as the door closes, Alex is on me. “Let’s get naked in the shower.”

“I love naked showers.” I pull his shirt over his head and work on unbuckling his belt while I walk backward toward the bathroom.

Two hours later I’ve had four orgasms, I’m clean, and I’ve had a twenty-minute power nap. I’m standing over my suitcase in a pair of underwear and no bra, searching for something cute to wear.

Alex is standing behind me, holding my boobs. He’s getting hard again, despite coming twice already. I have a feeling my beaver is going to get a serious workout this weekend.

“What the hell is this doing here?” Alex picks up my beaver vibrator and shakes it in his fist.

I’ve used it so much that the tightie whities the beaver is wearing have almost worn off. “I wanted to be prepared.”

“Prepared? I’m here. There’s no possible reason—short of my dick falling off—for you to have this with you.”

Wow. He’s fired up about my vibrator. I decide to play with him. “Why are you so angry about Buddy?”

“It’s a vibrator, Violet. It doesn’t deserve a name.”

“But that is his name. It’s right on the box he came in. He’s Buddy the Beaver, and he takes care of me when you’re at away games—you know, ’cause he’s my beaver buddy. You should be grateful I have him.”

“I fucking hate this thing!” Alex whisper-shouts.

God, he’s so riled up. I really don’t understand his absolute disdain for my vibrator. I think I must have packed it out of habit. I don’t really need it now that Alex has recovered from the accident and isn’t traveling.

I’m used to multiple orgasms now that I have him and his magical dick in my life. One seems cheap. So after he fell asleep in those first days after the accident, I’d sneak down the hall into one of the unused guest bedrooms and give myself a few extras with Buddy’s help.

I gently take him out of Alex’s shaking fist. With my free hand, I drag my nails down Alex’s chest, over his fabulous abs that clench under my touch, and slip my fingertips into the waistband of his boxer briefs. He’s rocking a sweet, raging hard-on. I grab hold of the amazing girth and drop to my knees. He immediately looks less angry.

“What’re you doing?”

“I’m showing you why you shouldn’t hate my vibrator.” I hold the plastic beaver beside Alex’s massive cock. The vibe is pathetic in comparison. “Look at you.” I give his cock a squeeze. Then I kiss the tip. He exhales through his nose. “And look at this.” I put them side by side so Buddy touches the Super MC. Alex tenses. Buddy has to be at least three inches shorter than Alex, probably a little more than that, and less than half his girth.

I lick along the slit, and Alex makes that low, guttural sound I love to hear. His fists clench at his sides when I open my jaw enough to get the head of his cock in my mouth and apply some gentle suction. Then I pop off. “See how wide I have to open to get you inside?” I brush my lips across the head.

He slides his fingers into my hair. “Fuck, Violet. I see.”

“That doesn’t look at all like this, does it?” I turn my head and wrap my lips around Buddy’s head—he’s well sanitized. I use a special cleaning product between uses. He tastes like plastic though, not freshly washed cock. But the look on Alex’s face is priceless. He seems like he wants to be angry, but he’s definitely turned on. I take in a little more of Buddy until the plastic taste is too much to handle. He’s covered in spit when I pull him out.

Then I go ahead and demonstrate on Alex, again, how much wider I need to open and how at best, I can get slightly more than half of him in my mouth before he hits the back of my throat.

I decide now is also a good time to establish the benefits of Buddy’s presence. While I’m sucking Alex’s monster cock, I part my legs and ease Buddy inside. Then I turn it on and moan. Sometimes I try to rub my beaver button when I’m lollipopping the Super MC, but it’s hard to keep the rhythm going. Once Buddy’s in, all I have to do is adjust my heel placement and do a little rocking to achieve friction. Then I’m free to suck away.

“Violet?” Alex’s voice is rough.

“Mmm?” I mumble since his dick is taking up all the room in my mouth.

“Are you getting off with that damn vibrator?”

“Mm-hmm.” I nod, in case he can’t understand my response, and then moan again.

He cups my face in both hands and pulls me off his cock. I make a loud, wet, slurping sound and drool on myself.

“I make you come,” he says.

“Always.” It’s more moan than word. I’m so turned on and so damn close.