Page 6 of Don't Run
“Was it Desmond Grantham?”
Lord knows, Desmond “my mom lives with me not the other way around” Grantham damn sure ain’t shelling out almost four grand a month for Midnight Social. But just to be sure…
The woman in front of me hikes her brow. “No ma’am. I?—”
Not letting her finish, I hold up my palm. “As long as it wasn’t him, I’m good. I like not knowing.”
“As you wish, Ms. Shaw.”
Next she tells me where I can find the lockers on the first floor of the house to stow my belongings.
“Your safety is just as important as your pleasure to us, Ms. Shaw.” Her nails tap around on the iPad screen. “Should you need them, please note that in every room the dispenser for dental dams is black and the one for condoms is red. Packets of lube can be found on gold trays near the other dispensers.”
“Got it.”
Her dark eyes twinkle. “Face cloths and full sized towels are also stocked in each room. If you need more, all you have to do is press the call button near the light switch and someone will be happy to bring you more.”
Nodding, I try to keep track of the information dump as excitement dances in my veins. Dental dams,black. Condoms,red. Towels…
My thoughts trail as a man wearing a Jack-o-lantern mounted on his wide shoulders saunters past the welcome station. He’s clearly not a newbie since he doesn’t get stopped. The confidence in his stride and the definition of his muscles has my jaw dropping before I can help myself. Shirtless, with low slung black pants, his rich brown skin stands out in the moonlight as he walks over the threshold.
Good God.
I don’t even know what this man looks like, and I’m already a second away from drooling. Bass spills into the night air and vibrates through my body before the door shuts behind him.
“Who is that?” I whisper more to myself than Ladasia, but she answers me anyway.
“He’s one of our regulars. I can’t tell you his name, but maybe you two will get to know each other inside.”
Just then, another shirtless man wearing a black skull mask walks out the front door, pausing for a second as he considers me then walks down the steps.
More music saturates the night air and I swear, he’s walking to the beat.
He’s not as tall as the last guy, but his physique is just as tempting. He’s built like a middle linebacker, and all I can do is stare until Ladasia clears her throat.
My eyes snap back to her. “Sorry.”
“That’s what you’re here for,” she says with an indulgent lift of her lips. “Let me make sure you’re familiar with the traffic light system so you can get inside, yeah?”
The heartbeat between my thighs is a vicious thing while I force myself to listen dutifully.
“This is a kink-friendly party, and while all attendees have been screened and are existing members of Midnight Social, we urge newcomers like you to exercise caution when engaging in play. Enthusiastic consent is not a suggestion, it’s a requirement. Once that’s established, the rest is up to you. To keep things consistent, we use the traffic light system of green, yellow and red during all forms of play here at Midnight Social.”
A few minutes later when I walk into the house, I’m immediately hit with “What You Need” by The Weeknd pulsing through the speakers as my eyes adjust to the smoky fog settled over the first floor.
As I turn to find the lockers, a solid wall of muscle bumps into me before I can take a step in that direction.
“My fault, beautiful.” Strong arms reach out to steady my stumbling steps.
I don’t have a rebuttal. Because apparently, forming words is tricky when there’s a man in front of me, all six feet something and over 250 plus pounds of him covered in a Sailor Moon costume that looks better on him than it wouldeverlook on me.
The tree trunks he has cosplaying as thighs have me blinking through a haze of indecent thoughts because the blue skirt of his costume is really just a garnish for the sheer size of his defined quads.
How is he real, and why does he look so good pulling his gloves back up his thick forearms?
Shit, am I into this?
The riotous thumping in my chest saysyes.Hellyes, at that.
