Her Devious Daddies: A Western MMF Menage Romance

Chapter 1

I couldn’t believe I’d let my best friend Eloise talk me into exploring Wicked Kisses, the biggest sex toy shop in a hundred-mile radius, all by myself. Not that buying toys was a chore, but I had zero clue about what I wanted, needed, or desired. The same problems could be applied to my life.

Admiring the ornate, gothic doors for a moment before stepping inside, I wondered why they led to an adult toy shop. The fancy engraving would be better suited to a nightclub or restaurant. Ambience and gentle lighting without the usual stark fluorescent bulbs relaxed me. I didn’t see anyone else browsing the aisles, though my timing may have been a factor. Two in the afternoon in the middle of a weekday didn’t typically have the same clamoring business as five o’clock on a Friday.

“Can I help you find something?” a low husky voice said from nearby.

“I’m not sure what I’m looking for.” I shrugged and made the mistake of sweeping my eyes in the direction of the voice. The handsomest man I’d ever laid my eyes on stood near me; his fingers laced together casually. I tried not to stare but his black jeans clung to his muscled thighs and legs, outlining his physique. He wore a forest-green t-shirt that showed off his muscular frame without being flashy. My gaze traveled upward until I saw a very groomed beard, and finally landed on his eyes, two dazzling green-gray pools. They were expressive as they stared back at me.

“I’m Logan.”

“Hi, I’m Karsyn,” I managed without drooling.

“I can help you find something if you’d like.”

“I really don’t know where to start.”

Logan plucked a pamphlet from a stack near the aisle. “Why don’t you fill this out? It’s for your eyes only. Your answers will lead you to a numbered aisle with the products mentioned.”

“I’m a little confused. How do you know what aisle I need by asking kinky questions?” Mortified, I cleared my throat, trying to remain calm. I was into the kinkier side of things in the bedroom, but I hadn’t meant to share out loud.

“The questions aren’t kinky, though I think I know what you mean. Look at number seven.” He tapped the brochure. “If I’m looking to unwind, my favorite way is: blank space, followed by choices. Each answer leads to a physical item in the store.”

“Multiple choice questions are my jam. I used to have a subscription to every teen magazine.”

He grinned, showing a dimple in his chin. “Good. I haven’t had any complaints. Your answers will guide you to items that will give you the perfect Saturday-night vibe.”

“So, I can’t use a vibrator on a Tuesday?” I sassed, playing on his choice of words. I had no business provoking the sexy man standing in front of me who was being immensely helpful. Though his appearance and husky manner of speaking drove me wild, it was poor form to assume anything about him. Just because he worked at a sex toy shop didn’t mean he wanted to discuss my private life in any way. Though to be fair, he was probably used to answering questions of a sexual nature without being intrusive or perverse.

Logan rubbed his hand across his mouth. “I’m all about self-pleasure any day of the week. Aisle six if you need a new one.”

I felt heat rise to my cheeks. “Actually, I wouldn’t even know what to look for. And I’m not trying to get personal. It’s just that my best friend recommended this store. We live in Falcon Creek.” I babbled personal information in short sentences instead of gathering my thoughts. Breathe. Breathe, Kars!

He smiled warmly. “It’s all right. I grew up in Falcon Creek and still live there. Who’s your friend?”

“Eloise Crawford.”

“I went to high school with her. This is my store, and it means a lot for her to recommend it. When did you move there?” Logan produced a pen from his pocket and held it out.

I took the pen and nodded thanks before flipping through the questionnaire. “About a year ago, I think, but I don’t honestly remember exactly when. Everything happened in a whirlwind. We were roommates on the east coast in between her European jaunts. We hadn’t seen each other a lot in between her moving back here. I’m sorry. My nerves are out of control.”

“I understand the need for privacy,” he assured me. “Please don’t worry, I’m not going to judge you, and this is a safe space. We hold workshops here once a week on different topics from self-expression to new products and sexual health. There’s a small cafe you passed in the front of the store, and it has the best iced coffee, NY style bagels and Danishes.”

“Thank you, Logan. I don’t usually explore by myself.”

“No one will rush you through the aisles. You can take as long as you need, Karsyn.”

“I’m going to pretend I know where these aisles are and then I’ll likely get lost from wandering around aimlessly.”

“If you get lost, just yell my name and I’ll come find you. It’s not usually busy this time of day.”

“So, you’re saying if I scream your name…” I bit down on my lip. I had been poised to say some sort of flirty retort and it was not the time. Damn it. Logan sucked the air out of the room, even one as big as the store we were standing in.

“Usually, I wait for a more intimate opportunity to make someone scream my name, but I’ll make an exception for you.” Logan grinned, before tapping the small pamphlet in my hand. “You should start with aisle six. Halfway down on the left. Third shelf.”

I nodded, caught up in thoughts of Logan making me do anything up to and including the very thing we’d been discussing. One encounter and a short conversation left my panties damp with arousal. Though I didn’t typically go around getting turned on by random men, I could not deny the undeniable spark between the two of us.

Wandering to aisle six, I found the section Logan mentioned. There were so many different types of vibrators! Ones you inserted. Ones you held to your clit. Vibrators with extra pieces that stroked your g-spot. Different speeds. Different shapes. Remote-controlled ones.

Sighing, I glanced at the questionnaire. On the back of it I saw I’d overlooked the writing below the aisle number. There were suggestions! Though I’d been embarrassed and overwhelmed initially, I took a leap of faith. Trusting the recommendations, I placed a clitoral vibrator in my basket along with an egg-shaped toy, wondering what they would feel like.

Circling back toward the front of the store, I ordered an iced caramel macchiato and a cheese Danish. The sign above the café read, “Wicked Coffee”. Clever. Logan proved to be right again. I wasn’t picky when it came to coffee anyway, but it was better than I thought it would be. After enjoying my treats, I stood and returned to the main shop.

Browsing a few more aisles, I selected a small package of butt plugs. They ranged in size from small to medium. A slightly bigger plug had a remote control which would allow me to change the sensations mid-use. Or allow someone else to change them. A sleek enema bulb also came in the package, but I would not be experimenting with that. Keeping my head down, I bumped into a phallic-looking object on an endcap. Waterproof for hours of fun. A suction cup and replacement were visible through the plastic packaging. What could the harm be?

After shopping for toys, I looped around the aisle containing lube. I’d never realized how many different types, styles, and apparently flavors, of lube were available. I plucked two small bottles into my hand and set them in the basket.

My nerves prickled. Logan stood at the main desk alone. No one else appeared to be working in the store today. Mortified over the notion of him ringing out my purchases, I hurried to the self-checkout, pretending not to notice him. Score! After several long, angry beeps from the machine, I sighed. So much for technology. “Why can’t you just work?”

Logan strode to the self-checkout register. “Not playing nice today, huh?”

“Me or the register?”

He chuckled, a low hearty sound. “I meant the robotic cashier, but now that you’ve brought it up–”

“Hm?”

“Are you playing nice today?”

“Yes, extremely nice.”

“Mmmhmm. Let’s see if this works.” Logan punched in a few codes muttering under his breath, but he didn’t appear irritated. One singular beep responded.

“Did that little cashier tell you off?” I asked in mock surprise, attempting to make light of the situation.

“She did,” he answered, chuckling. “But don’t worry, I’ll handle her later.”

Fuck. I didn’t hate the way the threat-slash-promise fell from his lips. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say there was a high chance Logan might be into the sort of things I’d been seeking. Stop it, Kars. Not every sexy man who growled and had a beard and acted dominant was into BDSM. He cocked an eyebrow and I realized he’d asked me a question. I needed to get a hold of myself.

“I… uh… I’m sorry, Logan. What did you ask me?”

“I didn’t ask you a question. I told you to follow me to the main desk. The self-checkout is out of order until the machine resets, which can take thirty minutes or more.”

Before I could say anything or argue, Logan grabbed my basket in his right hand and escorted me to the register with a nod. Heat rose to my cheeks. I never got worked up, so what was my problem? I focused on the beeping instead of the way his forearms flexed while he rang up the items. Suddenly he donned gloves and opened the vibrator, flipping it over to get to the battery door.

“What are you doing?” I tried to sound casual, but my voice cracked.

Logan paused and pointed to a large sign encased in glass under the register. “If you leave here and you get home and you insert batteries into your new device, and it doesn’t work? You’re shit out of luck. If I test it and it doesn’t work, I get you a new one from the back.”

“Do you speak to all of your customers like that?”

“I have a zero-return policy. It’s posted in several locations. As a bonus, you receive a courtesy bottle of toy cleaner.”

“I don’t want you handling my…” I gestured at the fancy object in his gloved hands, failing on the name. “...clit sucker.”

Logan nodded, his eyes sparkling in amusement. “It’s a clitoral stimulator only. Did you need one with suction instead?”

“No, thank you. Please just keep going with whatever you need to do.” I glanced behind him to avoid meeting his eyes. A large, expertly crafted wooden paddle hung over his head. I couldn’t keep my eyes off it. What did it say? Squinting, I spent far too much time looking at the implement.

“Shoplifters will be punished,” he mused, reading the words on the paddle without turning around. “Behave accordingly.”

“Or?”

“Or... don’t.” Logan continued with his testing of the unit, and it purred to life in his hands.

If I wasn’t already blushing, my cheeks would have matched the hot-pink toy he handled. Flustered, I fanned my face. Tucking a stray piece of hair that had slipped out of my ponytail behind my ear, I sipped the last bit of iced coffee. “I bet you get a lot of attempts, huh?”

Logan finished testing the rest of my battery-operated purchases. He snapped the gloves off with what felt like an exaggerated motion. I hoped I wasn’t drooling.

A playful smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, and he leaned forward. “Not one.”

Glancing at his forearms again, I wondered what it would be like for him to bend me over the counter, pluck the paddle from the holder behind him, and spank me until I begged for mercy. It took me ten seconds to form some sort of reply while the tension between us sizzled.

“It’s such a beautiful piece of wood. It’s too bad no one gets to play with it. Not that I know a lot about wood. Uh, not that I don’t. The craftsmanship is remarkable.” Shit! Why had I said all that out loud? Why did I keep saying the word wood? It had been many years since anyone flustered me like this. For Logan to do so without touching me seemed impossible. Where had this man been hiding my whole life?

“I happen to know quite a lot about wood. But I didn’t say it wasn’t used, only that I don’t have any shoplifters.” He tapped the card reader next to the register.

Drawing my attention away from his incredible eyes and his playful retort, I scanned my card. “Huh. Well, it’s gorgeous anyhow.”

“Thank you for the compliment. I make implements in my spare time, and it was one of my first pieces.”

Owned a sex-toy shop. Crafted paddles and referred to them as implements. Could he also be into BDSM and its many dynamics? I dared to look at him after connecting the dots in my head. “Do you wield them in your spare time too?”

“I’ll answer you, Karsyn, but it’s personal. Are you sure you want to know?”

“Why the hell would I ask if I didn’t want to know?”

It felt like time stopped when he rounded the desk and handed me a card. Logan leaned into my ear, his hot breath caressing the shell without him touching me.

“Sounds like you are a bit worked up, Karsyn. If you’re actually interested in what I do away from here, which, does include wielding lots of things, reach out via the website or send an email. No pressure.”

I glanced at it, not really registering the information but vaguely recognizing it. Creekside Lounge, the BDSM club close to Eli’s house. “I didn’t ask you for a demo.”

“The store shuts down for lunch in two minutes. If you’d like a preview, I’m happy to indulge your curiosity.”

It took every bit of restraint I had not to jump up and down. “I appreciate your offer. However, I must drive home. Navigating back to Falcon Creek with a burning ass and a–” I slammed my mouth shut. I’d almost said a dripping pussy. Logan did not need to know the effect his words had on my naughty bits.

“No worries, you don’t need to explain. If you change your mind, you know how to contact me.”

“Yeah, I will. Thank you for the toys. Uh, I mean for ringing up my stuff,” I babbled before taking several steps backward.

“Have a good day, Karsyn.”

“You too!”

Hustling out of the store before I changed my mind, I knew one thing for certain. Logan would be starring in my fantasies tonight.