“Don’t even think about it,” the security guard bellows before shoving me toward the door and away from the protester with a death wish.
As I enter Salacious, I’m still fuming. It pisses me off that my dad puts up with this shit. If he really cared about his club and its members, he wouldn’t make them have to go through shit like that.
“What’s wrong?”
I don’t even see Maggie approach, but as she takes my arm and steers us off to the right and away from the crowd—she can clearly tell something is up. We pause in front of the small shop, where it’s quieter and less crowded, so we can talk.
“There’s a fucking parade of protestors outside that everyone has to walk past to get in.”
I can just make out her eyes as she rolls them. “Assholes,” she mutters.
“Why can’t you guys do something about them? Have that beefy bouncer pound their asses into the cement.”
“Because then they’d sue. That’s all they really want anyway. To trigger us enough to act on our anger, so they can take us to court and get every dime this place is worth. We’re doing the best we can to avoid them for now.”
My teeth clench. It’s not enough. “Well, I don’t work for the club. There’s no reason I can’t give those fuckers exactly what they deserve.”
She snatches my collar and pulls me closer. “You promised, remember?”
My shoulders slide away from my ears, remembering that day, a few weeks ago, when I gave her my word that I wouldn’t engage with those jerks. “I remember. I won’t.”
“You better not, Beau. I’m serious.”
A smile lifts one side of my mouth. “You’re so cute when you’re bossy.”
Her hand drifts down from my collar to my junk, cupping my dick and balls in one firm grip. “Don’t test me, brat.”
I walk her backward until we’re pressed against the glass counter of the store. “I fucking love testing you.”
“I’m going to make this hurt so much,” she replies in a dark, sexy tone.
“Promises, promises.”
“Can I help you find anything?” An unfamiliar voice pulls us apart as I snap my attention to the woman behind the counter. She must be the shop attendant and she’s staring right at me. Even though I don’t know her, so she probably doesn’t know me, it still feels like too much exposure. Quickly, I look down at the items in the display case.
“No thanks. Just browsing.”
“Okay. Let me know if I can answer any questions for you.”
“Thanks,” I mutter as she walks away. When I glance over at Maggie, she’s staring straight down at the case too, and at the same time, we both break out in quiet laughter.
Then my eyes start to focus on the items on display.
“Hey, I recognize that,” I say softly, pointing to the black silicone plug.
Maggie laughs. “You should. I made you wear it for eight hours.”
“They have one in pink,” I reply, pointing to the next one.
“I was looking at this,” she says, and I follow her gaze to a mannequin display. But it’s what the mannequin is wearing that makes me pause. It’s a black leather harness around the hips with a small black ribbed dildo attached to the front.
“What the hell do we need that for?” I ask with a laugh. “I already have a cock.”
She’s biting her lip as she gazes up at me. “Yeah, well, I don’t.”