Birthday!

Savannah

“Where are the boxes from Peepers? I should have twenty-eight cases of dildos, vibrators, and butt plugs.”

I take the clipboard from Leon and start double-checking my shipment dates, even though I know them by heart.

I know what’s supposed to be here and what isn’t. Our cleaners and body paints came two weeks early, the BDSM section is early as well.

But here my strap-ons are all together and not nearly enough dildos and vibrators.

~What the fuck?~

“Leon, did you reject half this order while I wasn’t here?” I seethe, my fangs descending and my eyes bleeding red.

~This motherfucker better not have.~

“It was too much, no way are we selling that much fake dick opening week.”

The clipboard in my hand, I haul back and nail him in the back of the head three times before Grave has me up and over his shoulder.

“You dumb biker bitch. I swear to you, if you fuck one more thing up from my shop or show, I will gut you. I know what I’m doing, jackass!

“I ordered what I did because I know what our clients will be more prone to look at. Fake dick is the first step to the rest of the kink world. How dare you doubt me, asshole!”

I claw at Grave’s back, winging all around even from his Kraken-like grip he has me trapped in.

Leon charges at me. This look of unadulterated fury clinging to his pale skin just like Damon’s.

“Hit me, I dare you! I’ll knock you the hell out, bitch boy!”

Grave flips me to my feet and pins me in the back corner of the store with me pounding my fists at his back.

His chest facing out and head-on to the angry Henley uncle.

“Cool it. Don’t do something you’ll regret,” Grave encourages his long-time friend.

~Better get him in check before I get loose. I’ll rock his shit if he raises a hand to me.~

“And the fuck out my orders. In fact, get out the store. I’m sick of being babysat anyways. Luci wants to know what my ass smells like, tell him to come down and sniff for himself. Fuck out my face, both of you.”

Leon pulls out his phone and starts dialing away. I yell out louder than I know I need to.

“Hi Lucien, go fuck yourself.”

I’m so pissed off and now have so much I have to play catch-up with thanks to him rejecting an order we need.

We have to have everything on the shelves and in stock right for opening night or it’s all nothing.

~Who is he to tell me no?~

I know what I’m doing. I don’t need his permission for a damn thing in my life. My work will show everything I need to say.

Leon walks out with the death glare trying to drill holes into me, but I smile and wave. I even blow a kiss to be a little more of a bitch than I already am.

~Serves him right.~

“Savannah, you need to get your attitude in check. You’re playing with fire.”

I laugh humorlessly and pop his arm out of my way so I can get to making calls and bringing the shipment back.

“I checked my attitude long before you came into the picture, sir, and it is beautiful. Spectacular to behold, I can assure you. As for playing with fire, I happen to be from the fire nation.

“So kiss my entire asshole, Grave, and tell your buddy to stop pissing me off.”

I pick up the clipboard and walk off to my makeshift office, flipping through the stacks of paperwork I have and finding the number.

Thanks to Leon, I’m going to be running later than I already was.

***

“Let’s go, Shortcake. Time’s a-ticking.”

Damon makes a click sound with his tongue and taps his foot to rush me. I slip on my shells and pull my jacket out. I check my lipstick in the mirror and give my approval over the entire look.

Percy is a part of the LGBTQ community and I have made sure to show my pride for him.

My dress is a halter mini dress in the rainbow flag. My fishnets are glitter-infused and my thigh-high boots make me look like Wonder Woman.

My hair is in curled waves that are half up in braided pom-pom buns on the top, and my black winged eyeliner could cut someone’s throat.

I look fine as hell, I know I don’t disappoint.

“Fuck, baby.” Damon’s jaw drops as I walk out with all the grace of the goddess I am.

“I know, right? Now let’s go.” I snap my fingers and lay my jacket over my elbow. It doesn’t take long before Damon’s following me out like he is under my spell.

“We’re not going out with you like this. Come here, girl.” Damon whips me back, his arm getting snaked around my waist to spin me in a one-hundred-eighty-degree circle.

“Angel, we are already so late.”

I roll my eyes, but my lacy thong is already getting wet with how my man is looking at me. His eyes hungry, I feel like Baby in ~Dirty Dancing~.

“It won’t matter if we’re a little later.”

His hot mouth is on my neck. I giggle but quickly moan when his teeth sink in.

“Angel, please, I can’t do this with you right now. Let’s at least get to the party and run off to the bathroom or find another closet.”

Damon growls, biting more of my neck and shoulder to leave his mark.

Slapping my ass, he tells me to get my ass on his bike before he changes his mind.

Careful as ever, I put my helmet on and climb on his bike. My legs on either side of him, I can feel the massive boner under his pants begging for me.

We drive safely to the next town over and park outside Club Glitter Bomb. The party bus I rented is already here and the guests are inside the club.

Walking up the sidewalk and passing the line of angsty club-goers, we flash our VIP passes and get taken in by one of the freelance bouncers.

With Damon’s hand in mine, we get blasted by the music and the rave happening in full swing.

When we handle the maze of people, we find our way to the back room and greet the birthday boy, who is eating the face off of date number fourteen. Her short blue hair matches the nonexistent dress she’s sporting.

My cousin, drunk as all hell, slurred his greeting back and waved a hand to Shelby, who said nothing as she started sucking on Percy’s ear.

“So I see you’re having fun, we are going to go dance now. Later, use a condom.”

I wave bye and pull Damon out with me so we can give them some privacy.

“We never use condoms, why tell them to?” he screams in my ear as we dry hump each other on the wall-to-wall packed dance floor.

“Because Percy isn’t us,” I scream back.

We dance some more, getting sweaty and worked up with every lyric that rings out on the speakers. I needed a winding down. This is perfect timing.

“How about that closet, Shortcake?” Damon runs his cock into my ass like a drug-sniffing hound.

“How’s about it?” I wink, letting him lead me off the dance floor and towards the bathrooms. Seeing the massive line coming from them, Damon hooks a right and takes me out the back to the smokers.

We kiss and I feel no guilt for ruining my lipstick for a bang session in the back of the club. Damon’s hands all over my body, he picks me up and lets me wrap my legs around his waist.

My back against the cold wall, his fingers find where I need them to go.

He walks us out of the main light and into the side alley where a lot of others are hooking up.

I can hear cheeks slapping and gagging on dick, moaning and all the other sounds that come along with fucking in an alleyway behind the club.

Damon’s fingers sink inside my pussy, pumping into me with two fingers as his thumb taps my clit and I grind into his hand. His lips suck up the skin on my exposed shoulders.

I can feel my orgasm coming closer.

Faster, I grind into his hand. I know he can feel me getting closer and closer, my juices leaking down his hand.

My eyes up at the sky, the moon being full and so close, gives the dark alley a little too much light. The sound of a faraway voice makes me look without pause to where it came from.

My orgasm closing in, I can see the finish line and I’m ready to cry Damon’s name when I see a tuft of black hair down the line of other club goers pumping away, bare-assed to the world.

He’s smaller than his brother, his build being a dead giveaway even from the meshed T-shirt and skintight leather pants he is not wearing.

My orgasm explodes in a downpour of frantic panic to get Damon out of here.

If he sees him, if he sees what I do, seeing his baby brother fuck another guy, he can never unsee that and it would force Dane into something he isn’t ready for.

~I got your back, baby prince.~