In the windows, mannequins were draped in seductive dresses, lacy knickers, bras, and other sexy underwear that would make any man’s mouth water. The thought of them on Finn had my cock perking up as I led him toward the glass front door.
“Do they have men’s lingerie here?” Finn patted my arm. “It’s hard to find them in America, and this isn’t a huge city.”
I slipped my hand into his and threaded our fingers, guiding him inside the quaint boutique with dim lighting and soft crooning music. Behind the counter was a young man with bright pink hair and a septum piercing. As soon as he saw us, he perked up and skipped around the register, giving us a view of his sleeveless fishnet shirt, shorts that barely reached the middle of slim thighs, and Doc Martens. His arms were tattooed with colorful ink and had multiple characters I didn’t recognize, and the artwork was bright and eye-catching against his all-black attire.
“G’day!” He bounced his way over to us like an energized bunny, and I was surprised he didn’t trip on the tall platforms of his boots. “Welcome to Down Under Lingerie. I’m Easton, but you can call me East or Cherry. I go by both names.” He winked at us. “Is there anything I can do to help you today?”
“You can, East. My Lolly here—” I dragged Finn up closer to him. “—is looking for new lingerie. I read on Google that you’ve got male knickers.”
East clasped his hands together and nodded his head fast. “Oh, we do! This is my store. I’ve made it my mission to have as much as I can for everyone! Come over here.” He waved his hand furiously for us to follow him and led us toward the back of the room. In the right corner was a section for men and it didn’t disappoint. He had everything I expected, including corsets, camisoles, chemises, bras, garter belts, rompers, and stockings. There were even dresses that draped nicely on a mannequin without a large chest.
I whistled. “Jesus fucking H. Christ, East. You got it all.”
East chuckled and gave a cheerful one-sided shrug. “It helps, since I enjoy wearing them.”
I took a moment to give him a once-over, imagining him in knickers like Finn’s, and while I could see it, I didn’t think anyone would be as beautiful as my Lolly. When I glanced at Finn, he was staring at me, eyebrows furrowed. I smiled in confusion, cocking my head, but he turned away from me and stalked over to a rack of rompers.
I followed him and pressed my chest to his back, arms weaving around him to tug him closer. He stiffened but didn’t acknowledge me as he browsed through the clothing on hangers. Thezingingof metal against metal as he flung the clothes hangers aside made me wince.
“Are you cranky?” I whispered into his ear before nipping the top.
“No.” He jerked his head away from me and that told me otherwise.
East cleared his throat and stepped away from us, pretending to tidy a shelf near the register to give us space.
“Lolly.” I licked the shell of his ear. “What’s wrong?”
He threw a glare over his shoulder. “I said nothing.”
“Your expression says otherwise.” I smacked him on the arse—hard—and he gasped, eyes going wide. “Don’t make me bend you over in this store and spank you in front of East.”
Interest flared in his gaze, and I took serious note of it.Later. Right now, I wanted to get him into the sexiest underwear we could find. And then, I would buy him any other clothes that made him feel pretty, even if we had to go to women’s clothing stores to do it.
He sighed and muttered something I couldn’t hear. I gave him another hard smack on his cute bottom.
“Louder,” I growled out.
“I said, you were checking him out.” Finn sent East a glance from the corner of his eye. The shop owner had gotten farther away, giving us even more space. He’d turned his back on us.
I chuckled lightly. “Lolly, I was not. Okay, I was wondering how he looked with lingerie on like yours, but then I decided he wouldn’t look anywhere near as beautiful as you.”
“You’re a liar.” He turned his head away.
Grabbing his shoulders, I spun him around so he was facing me. Tightening my grip, I stared down at him. “Lolly, I don’t appreciate that you think I’d lie to you.” I touched my forehead to his, and he let out a long exhale, his breath caressing my lips. “You are mine as much as I am yours. I wouldneverconsider taking another man to my bed while you’re in my arms. You’re all I need.”
“You only met me yesterday,” he argued quietly so East couldn’t hear us.
“So? Who the fuck cares?” My nails dug into his T-shirt, and while he didn’t have a suit on this time, the top was still thick enough to protect him from my roughness. “I might have just met you, but I know what I want. I’m a man of high-quality taste and you surpass my expectations.”
He licked his lips and leaned up on tiptoe. I took it as a cue to kiss him, my mouth devouring his in a brutal move that would leave his lips bruised. He moaned, and I hated pulling away.
“Buy whatever you want, Lolly. My money is yours,” I whispered against his mouth, giving him another short, tender kiss.
“Don’t tempt me,” he murmured. “I’ll buy everything.”
“Then do it—” I grinned wickedly. “—because you’ll be modeling every piece for me.”
His gaze darkened with lust and he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, staring at me from beneath those red lashes. “Yes, sir.” He shifted back from me and returned to browsing the racks.
