“Hmm,” he says, thinking. “Five things in addition to your choice of a person.”
“Besides you? I’d bring my playlist that Sierra made for my sweet sixteen.”
“That assumes you’d be bringing something to play it on,” Brooks says.
“Well, then I’d have to bring my phone. And my Bluetooth speaker,” I add.
“Presumably, we’d have nothing to play it on as there would be nowhere to charge your phone.”
I raise a finger into the air. “Aha! I’m also bringing a solar-powered charger.”
“Fair enough. One more item.”
I answer instantly. “My USB rechargeable vibrator.”
All is quiet for several moments. I stare into the water and pray for a fish to swim along and take the bait. I thought with Brooks being a naturalist; he wouldn’t be embarrassed by the topic of human biological needs.
He clears his throat, and I no longer am praying for a fish on the hook. I wish for the Kraken to surface and swallow me whole.
Chapter Seven
Brooks
All rational thought has left the building. My brain has transitioned into horny degenerate territory, and it may never recover.
Bugs? Birds? Animal facts? All gone. In their place is my imagination’s picture of the beautiful Jax, spread-eagle on a raft, naked from the waist down, pleasuring herself with…what? I don’t even know. She freely talks about devices from time to time on her YouTube channel, but I never know what she’s talking about.
All I know for sure is whatever she’s thinking about inserting into her vee on this hypothetical desert island is going to have to get out of the way to make room for daddy.
Did I just call myself “daddy”? Yuck. What’s happening to me?
“Moving right along,” I say, which is me stalling for time.
“Did I embarrass you, Brooks?”
“Me? Embarrassed? No, why would you think that?”
“Because you said nothing for a very long time.”
I clear my throat. “I was thinking about…thinking about my list.”
“You tell me your favorite sex toy, and I’ll tell you mine.”
“Avatar.”
What? “Is that what you named your fleshlight? Is the pussy part, like, blue or something?”
“The movie I would take to the desert island. Avatar.”
She laughs at her mistake. “Once again, assuming you have something to watch it on.”
I turn to her, and once again, I feel a flash of that hunger. This time, I don’t bother hiding it.
Jax turns away and drinks from her water bottle. While her eyes leave mine, I can’t help but see the way her lips turn a darker shade of pink. I’d like to find out if what they say is true about nipples matching the lips. For science. But not here
…not on our first date.
“Well, if we’re together on this island, then you have a phone and a charger, so we’re all set, aren’t we?”