Mind made up, he led Ox down the street again.
A few minutes later, they made it to the store. Rourke was waiting outside, talking on his phone about expenses, so Forrest assumed he was talking to either Terrance or Sam. When Rourke noticed Forrest, he smiled and held up a finger, bringing the phone conversation to a close before he ended the call.
“Hey, baby, what took you so long? I’ve been waiting for fifteen minutes.” He curled an arm around Forrest’s waist and pressed an insistent, but loving kiss on Forrest’s lips.
Forrest savored Rourke’s taste and the spicy flavor of something yummy in his mouth that he couldn’t get enough of. “Mm. Kiss me again.”
Rourke laughed and did just that. They stayed there for a few minutes, tongues entwined and grinding against each other, until Ox cleared his throat and muttered, “You’re in public.”
They both chuckled when they broke the kiss.
“Come on, let’s go inside,” Rourke said, dragging Forrest into the heated lingerie shop. The store was a tiny space filled with racks and benches of material, mostly thin pieces of panties and bras. On the right a wall fixture held some garter belts and to the left, behind the counter and register, hung bondage gear that included paddles, floggers, and gags.
Rourke whistled when he glanced around. “This looks… interesting.”
Forrest snorted and waved at the young lady behind the counter. Jessica was on today and he liked her the best. She didn’t nag him about what underwear to buy, preferring to sit near the register with a manga clutched in her hands. She did wave back, though, and swiped her bright, green-dyed hair out of her face before her attention returned to the book in front of her.
“You know everyone, don’t you?” Rourke whispered into the shell of Forrest’s ear, his tickling breath causing Forrest to shiver.
“Or everyone knows me.” He flicked a teasing grin over at Rourke. “I’m a creature of habit. If I like a store, I keep coming back. It just so happens Magda’s Underthings has the prettiest manties.”
“Manties? Seriously? Is that still a word being used?”
Forrest poked Rourke and laughed. “I happen to like that word. It’s not like I say bussy, or boy squirt.”
“Bussy?”
“Boy pussy.”
Rourke cringed. “Yeah, don’t ever say that again.”
Forrest’s laughter doubled and he nearly fell over a rack of bras. He did knock into them and grabbed the rack before it went flying to the ground. Holding up a hand in apology to Jessica, he moved toward the back of the store, where his most favorite types of panties hid.
Rourke followed him and they stopped at a shelf with different kinds of underwear in a wide range of colors. Forrest picked up an identical black thong to the one Rourke had ripped at the party.
He handed them to Rourke. “You’re buying me these. You broke my other pair.”
Rourke held them up between two hands and made a face. “Why do I have the feeling I don’t want to know the cost of this very thin piece of material?”
“Because you don’t want to have a heart attack at such a young age. At least wait until I have all my choices together before you get a fright from the cost.” Forrest winked and picked up another pair, this time they were frilly and pink, and he absolutely loved them. The lace was soft to touch, and he loved silky thongs, so he placed it in Rourke’s hands too.
“Christ, Forrest, tell me you’re at least going to give me a fashion show with these.”
Forrest licked his lips at the thought of showing off his new panties to Rourke. “That can be arranged.”
Rourke crowded in closer and pressed his chest against Forrest’s back, arms curling around his waist. He placed kissed on Forrest’s neck and pleasure zipped through Forrest and straight to his cock.Fuck.
“How about a fashion show now?”
Forrest chuckled and reached behind to stroke Rourke’s cheek with his palm. “That’s not how underwear shopping works, sweetheart. You can’t try them on without doing it over other clothes.”
“Well, that’s boring. Maybe you should hurry up and choose some and then we can go back home and try them on.”
Forrest leaned into his strong chest and inhaled his masculine scent. “Mm. I like the sound of that.”
Rourke kissed his jaw and then his neck again, and Forrest shivered. “You’re so hot, baby.” A phone chimed, and Rourke sighed. “I have to take this.”
“I know.” Forrest winked at him. “You have a brothel to run.”
