Heather swallowed nervously. “Vibrates?”
“Uh huh.” Both women nodded.
“Why?” She asked then, frowning at them as they watched her expectantly.
“Why does it vibrate?” Sarah looked at her in surprise.
“No.” Heather said slowly. “Why are you giving it to me?”
Sarah and Marly glanced at each other before Marly sighed deeply.
“Because sometimes, Sam needs a little push to realize what an ass he can be.” She smiled. “Besides, it will hold you over until he gets his common sense back.”
“Oh, he gets his common sense back?” she asked curiously, not really believing it. “Strange, I haven’t seen any proof of it.” She laid the wrapped dildo carefully on the bed.
“Oh, we have more.” Sarah reached into the tote bag she had carried into the room.
“More?” Heather stepped back, wondering what in the hell they were going to come out with next.
“The Rabbit,” Marly explained as they handed her the box.
Heather stared down at it in shock. “You guys have a thing for critters, right?”
Marly sighed as she rolled her eyes. “Heather, if you don’t want the toys, we won’t be offended.”
And she wouldn’t be. Heather saw the understanding, the compassion in the younger woman’s eyes as she stood before her. She blew out a hard breath and sat down on the end of the bed, careful to keep some distance between her and the erotic “snake.”
“I wasn’t expecting this, ladies.” She tried to smile as, unselfconsciously, they pulled the chairs at the side of the room closer to the bed.
“It’s not exactly something we were expecting either.” Sarah relaxed into the high backed chair, her hands lying loosely at the end of the chair arms. “The situation here is unique, Heather, as you know. Sam is important to us, too.”
Suspicion washed over her then. “Are you afraid I’m going to try to take Sam away from the two of you?” she asked them. The impropriety of the discussion was nearly laughable.
Marly grinned. A smile of such confidence, such loving assurance, that Heather felt vaguely ashamed of herself.
“Heather, Sam will always be a part of us, even if he never touches us again. Whatever makes him happy, makes the shadows ease from his eyes, makes us happy. This isn’t about the sex. Not in any way.”
Heather shook her head. “Excuse me, Marly, if I pause to consider how ridiculous this whole situation is becoming. You are aware that Cade intends to fuck me. Right?” A thread of anger moved through her voice, despite her attempts to keep it covered.
“Heather…” Marly stopped and glanced at Sarah as though for support.
Sarah shook her head in denial as a light laugh escaped her throat. “Not me. You see if you can explain it.”
“I am very well aware, Heather, that Cade intends to fuck you,” Marly answered softly. Heather was amazed that there was no jealousy, no anger in her words.
Heather watched both women, confusion building within her until she couldn’t stand it any longer.
“Marly, he’s your lover,” Heather whispered. “I know you love him. Why do you allow it?”
Marly’s head tilted as she stared back at Heather curiously. “You know I fuck Sam. You saw us get out of the limo, and you knew I had, Heather. Yet, you weren’t filled with fury. Why was that?”
“There’s no commitment between us.” She shook her head, coming to her feet, refusing to admit to the point Marly was making.
“But you love him, and you can’t deny it,” Marly pointed out. “I saw your face, Heather. You knew. You knew, and for one brief moment jealousy flared, then something dimmed it. Why?”
Heather shook her head. She couldn’t answer that. She wouldn’t answer it.
“We’re not here to convince you either way, Heather,” Sarah spoke up. “We have no intentions of trying to convince you. We brought you the toys for two reasons. One because we know you have to be horny as hell. Two, because the thought of you having them will make Sam insane with need. There are few things that turn him on more than the toys do.”