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There were two guys by the displays of warming lube and fuzzy handcuffs. Sam had had men in there before. He got a lot of gay couples who wanted to have a bit more fun in the bedroom. It was the straight men who always seemed a touch nervous coming in the store. Then there were the heterosexual couples who whispered to each other, picking out things like they were on some secret, naughty mission. Sam got all kinds. He even once had an elderly woman who was sick of her boring boyfriend and wanted to handle things herself. She hadn’t been the least bit embarrassed, and Sam had chuckled at her determination.
Honestly, his bestselling items were the candies shaped like penises. He had containers of hard candies, lollipops, gummies, and chocolates. Who wouldn’t want a dick melting in their mouths?
He just might take some with him so he and Jesse could share them. It would be a hoot to see his mate popping a handful of the hard candy penises into his mouth. Or maybe one of the extra-large gummies that they could chew on together.
Jesse walked over to a shelf of cock rings as Sam walked over to the men. “Can I help you gentlemen?”
Now he wished he hadn’t let Gloria go for the day. If she were there, Sam could leave with Jesse. Excitement and apprehension still whipped through him at the idea of closing the store and spending the rest of the afternoon in bed with Jesse.
Why was he apprehensive? Because Brett had made Sam doubt his abilities to please a guy. Stupid jerk.
The blond turned to Sam and smiled. Too late Sam realized the dark-haired one had moved in behind him, sandwiching him in. He tried to move away, to put some space between them, but the blond grabbed Sam’s wrist. “Alert your bodyguard and you’re dead,” he whispered.
Sam gasped as the guy reached for the door just as a gaggle of women walked in, talking and laughing, unaware of what was going on. Sam didn’t want the women hurt, but fuck if he was voluntarily going with these assholes.
He jerked to his right, but the blond hadn’t let Sam’s wrist go. “I’ll be right with you,” Sam said loud enough for them to hear him. His heart was beating way too fast as his gaze swung to Jesse, who glanced Sam’s way. Sam prayed he looked in distress, that Jesse would figure out what was going on.
His mate moved closer, stepped around the women, and headed right for Sam.
Then all hell broke loose. Jesse slid his weapon free from where it had been tucked in the back waistband of his pants as the blond guy yanked the door open, the dark-haired one shoving Sam to get him outside.
The women screamed and moved toward the back of the store. Jesse snarled as he ripped the dark-haired man away from Sam, throwing him so hard he skidded across the floor and slammed into a rack of nighties.
Sam had had enough. From the blond’s scent, he knew the guy was human. Sam might not have been born with powers, but he was still stronger than the jerk. He dug his feet in and pulled away, wrenching his wrist free. The blond grabbed Sam again, this time shoving a gun into his side.
“Back the fuck up!” The guy curled an arm around Sam’s shoulders, locking him against the stranger.
This was not happening. It just wasn’t. Sam was sick and tired of being someone’s target. He had no idea why someone was hellbent on kidnapping him, but he wasn’t going to let this guy take him from the store.
Jesse had his gun raised, both hands on the weapon, his legs in a stance of balance. He looked tall, broad, and lethal. “Lower your weapon.”
“You first.” The blond’s arm tightened.
Sam saw the women huddling together, one with tears in her eyes. Then Knox was behind them, pulling the women into the back room and to safety. Sam prayed Fletch was on the sidewalk outside the store, ready to stop the blond if he did manage to get Sam out of there.
A deep, hard growl vibrated in Jesse’s chest. His blue gaze dropped to Sam before his attention was back on the blond. “I’ll give you five seconds before I drop you.”
If Sam had been in the store alone, he was sure these two would have gotten away with this. He was a demon, but a gun was a gun. He would have given Gloria the rest of the day off and been vulnerable. Now more than ever he was grateful Malcolm had hired a bodyguard.
Sam was already trembling, but he shook harder when he saw the dark-haired guy get up. Just as the man got to his feet, Knox was there, tackling him. A loud snarl filled the shop as Knox pulled his arm back and coldcocked the man, rendering him unconscious.
The faint sound of sirens could be heard, but Sam wasn’t sure if the police were heading their way or on another call.
It took several moments for Sam to find his voice. Some demon he was. He couldn’t even defend himself. “I’d listen to him if I were you.”
The blond’s breath was in Sam’s ear, making him cringe. “He better listen to me, or I just might have to kill you. I don’t want to since I won’t get paid, but your bodyguard just might force my hand.”
Too many people were interested in him, and Sam was sick and tired of being the target. “Who’s paying you?”
A strained chuckle sent puffs of warm air past Sam’s ear. “Not that dumb, sweetheart.”
“You’re not making it out of here alive,” Sam said with conviction. “You have no idea who you’re up against.”
“Shut. Up.” The blond damn near choked Sam with his arm.
Sam noticed something in Jesse’s blue eyes, but he couldn’t discern what it was. Then Sam was yanked backward, pulled off his feet. He wasn’t sure what was going on and thought the guy behind him was taking him from the store, but a moment later, the arm was gone from around his neck and Jesse was rushing toward him.
The sirens grew louder. Jesse pulled Sam into his arms. Sam spun and saw the blond on the floor, Fletch standing over him with his weapon pointed right at the guy. The adrenaline had Sam shaking as Fletch winked at him.
