Either that or she’d developed some kind of post-orgasmic narcolepsy.

She sighed, and her brain involuntarily drifted to Tucker. To how she’d fantasized about him and called out his name as she’d climaxed. Was it okay to think about a guy like that? To…use a guy like that? Would Tucker mind?

Would he care?

Who did he think about when he…touched himself? When he masturbated. Did he think about kissing the hell out of her in Wade’s apartment last week? About those dizzying moments when he forgot himself and just unleashed?

Her internal muscles twinged deliciously. Della contemplated finding the remote for the rabbit and trying it out on level two. But given the first level had knocked her out for a good hour, she wasn’t sure she was ready for level two. Not when she wanted to be awake enough at some point to try The Suck-u-buzz.

Reaching down, she slid the rabbit from her body, an involuntary shiver sparking a wave of goose bumps that prickled every cell in her body awake. Discarding it on the bedside table, she grabbed device number three.

“Well,” she whispered as she contemplated the strange-looking contraption, which seemed more UFO than Big O. “Let’s see if you live up to the hype.”

Although clearly, she was very easy where vibrators were concerned.

Shutting her eyes, she once again fiddled around for a bit, positioning the vibrator so it was sitting right. She was glad she was doing this alone because she was pretty sure her getting the vibrator in correctly face was not her sexiest. Once she was satisfied it felt right, Della took a couple of calming breaths, focusing on the sensation its presence was creating.

It definitely wasn’t as filling as the rabbit and didn’t sit as high. Frankly, Della had serious doubts it was going to have the same result, but the mouth part was sitting bang on target and…Frieda hadn’t led her wrong yet.

Reaching between her legs, she switched it on. Or tried to, anyway. Frieda was right about having to blindly grope, and God alone knew what setting it started at, because Della was just wildly pushing buttons and hoping for something.

She was unsuccessful for frustrating moments, then suddenly—bam! The alien spaceship whirred to life and oh dear Lord. She did have a G-spot after all.

Clutching the bedsheets with a gasp, Della surrendered to The Suck-u-buzz.

…

Tucker’s cell phone rang just as he was pulling into his drive. The power had gone out at Jack’s twenty minutes ago, and he’d sent everyone home. While power outages in Credence were common, they didn’t tend to last beyond a few hours, and the cold room would keep everything safely chilled until morning at least.

“What’s up, Arlo?” he asked as he sat in his pickup in the pouring rain.