Spring into Savings – Saturday Night Special
Spring into savings, and laugh all the way to the bank with Saturday Night Special. It’s book six in the Wild Irish series and a romantic comedy. I like to call it a mix between I Love Lucy and The Hangover!
Saturday’s child works hard for a living…
What do you get when you cross a gold-digging stripper, a down-on-her-luck hooker, an estranged husband, his knocked-up wife, a Wayne Newton lookalike taxi driver and one beleaguered Baltimore cop?
A typical night in the life of Riley Collins—Vegas style.
Riley’s always been the wildest of the Collins clan, but even she bites off more than she can chew during an impromptu trip to Sin City. Once again, it’s Aaron Young to the rescue. No surprise; Aaron’s been watching Riley’s ass forever—and he’s wanted to spank it for even longer. Tracking her down, Aaron finally gets his wish—after he drags a drunken Riley to a chapel and makes it legit, of course.
To say she’s shocked is putting it mildly. But Riley warms to Aaron’s seduction quicker than you can say “all-you-can-eat buffet!” Who knew her mild-mannered best friend was so hot in the sack? Of course, thanks to Riley’s penchant for picking up strays, the newlyweds will have to sneak in some honeymoon boom-boom whenever they can. But they’ll manage…
The sex shop was within walking distance of the hotel. As they stood outside, Riley studied the small storefront with disdain. All the windows were covered with black paper and a cheap, blue neon light displayed the store’s name.
“Classy joint,” she mumbled.
Aaron opened the door and they stepped into the dimly lit shop. There was only one other customer in the place and Aaron decided the store was similar to every sex shop he’d ever been in. As a police officer, it wasn’t unusual for him to have to check out complaints about indecent exposure and the like at places just like this back home. “He doesn’t look like a Sal to me.” He pointed to the pimply faced young guy sitting behind the counter.
“Yep, it’s a safe bet he’s earning minimum wage, not top billing.”
Aaron nodded as the clerk flipped the page of his magazine. “Well, there are still perks to the job. He can look at all the nudie magazines he wants for free.”
“Some perk,” Riley said distractedly. He followed her as she walked down an aisle, looking at all the sex toys. He loved how she could step into any situation or place and never have trouble fitting in. Most women he knew would never dream of stepping into a store like this, but Riley didn’t even blink twice as she picked up the largest dildo he’d ever seen and waved it at him.
“What woman could possibly think this would be fun?”
He shrugged, picking up a neon green dildo. “Probably the same woman who would want to play with a green cock. You think it’s some sort of environmental statement? Go green?”
“Hey.” She took the dildo from him. “That’s kind of cool. Wonder if it glows in the dark.”
He chuckled. “Move along, Mrs. Young. Your dildo days are done. I’ve got your cock right here.” He grasped her hand and let her feel his re-emerging erection.
She snorted but left her hand on him. “Glow in the dark is pretty hard to compete with. You think you’re up for it?”
Her comment certainly moved him further into the up position and she giggled as his cock thickened in her palm. “Guess that answers that.” She patted him lightly before walking away.
He closed his eyes and prayed he’d be able to follow. She was killing him.
“Vibrators could be fun,” she announced.
He nodded and took two painful steps toward her. She was bent over looking at the rabbit varieties, her ass taunting him. Coming to a sex shop when he was this horny was dumber than going to the grocery store hungry.
He bypassed her vibrators, his interest lying elsewhere. “This one,” he said, picking up a slim vibrator and handing it to her. “We’re getting this one.”
“Why?” She looked at his selection.
She laughed. “The ultimate guy accessory. Okay. Looks like fun.”
She continued walking and he noticed she’d picked up her pace. Glancing at the nearest shelves, he understood—and realized with glee he’d found a chink in his girl’s armor.
“Hey.” He grasped her hand and dragged her back to the shelves she’d just sped by. “You’re missing the best stuff.”
She raised a haughty eyebrow at him when she saw where his gaze had landed. “No. Way.” She enunciated both words clearly.
“Hell. Yes.” He mimicked her tone, grinning when she flushed. “Are you telling me, Riley Collins, that I’ve actually found something you’ve never done?”
“I’m not talking to you about this. It’s personal.”
Aaron laughed. “We’re married. Nothing’s personal anymore. You mean to tell me you aren’t a little bit curious?”
“That particular place is an exit, not an entrance. I plan for it to stay that way.”
He reached over to pick up a small butt plug. “We’ll work up to it.” He grabbed a tube of lubrication as well.
“Oh no, we won’t.”
He nodded, placing his hand on her back and directing her around the corner to the next aisle.
“You’re wasting your money on those things.” She pointed to the plug and lube.
He didn’t bother responding.
“You’re being stubborn again,” she added.
“Determined,” he replied.
“Is this some sort of name game?” he joked.
She glanced at the shelf behind him and an evil look crossed her face. He braced himself. Riley may get knocked down, but she never got knocked out. “Okay, if you’re buying those, I want these.” She picked up handcuffs.
“Sweetheart, I’m a cop. I’ve got at least a half-dozen pairs of those at home. And believe me, I’m more than willing to use all of them on you.”
“Oh, they’re not for me. They’re for you.”