Moose Chapter 3
Dear God in heaven, save me! This book event was fucking insane, and not from the standpoint that it wasn’t organized or nicely done because it was. I was impressed at how it was put together. What was crazy was the number of people packed in here to meet authors, buy their books, and take pictures. It was like they were meeting celebrities.
We had a table next to Sara’s. She was inundated with readers. They were standing in line to talk to her, which I thought was great. I wished her success. Trident was with her. He was smiling and chatting with them. I saw more than a few ask for his photo and autograph. Even that wasn’t the craziest part. It was the number of women at our table. A few old ladies manned it and took money for the calendars being sold. That left us men to stand and be checked out like pieces of meat.
I thought I now knew what women must’ve felt like since the beginning of time. I lost count of how many undressed me with their eyes. I posed for countless photos. Women touched my tattooed arms and hugged me, which wasn’t terrible. I could stand that. It was just the overwhelming sensations it caused. There were a few who went too far and touched my ass. Thankfully, we took turns at the table. There wasn’t enough room for us all to be there. In between, we were free to roam the room or take a break.
I was on one of those breaks. I decided to meander around and see what else there was. Besides tables selling books, I saw others selling things like tumblers, shirts, and other items. Sara explained that it was called swag, and some things, such as bookmarks and pens, were free to anyone who wanted them. It was a way to promote the author. The hope was that if someone who didn’t read her took them, they’d go back when they got home and check out her books, and if they liked them, she’d gain new readership.
The larger items, such as tumblers, shirts, and tote bags, were sold because they featured the authors’ logos or characters. I’d just left a table when I noticed a table ahead with a ton of people gathered around it. They were talking animatedly and laughing. Wondering what amused them, I edged closer to get a peek. Bodies parted, and I got a look. My mouth dropped open.
The table was covered in sex toys. There were a variety of dildoes and vibrators, lube, vibrating balls, crops, paddles, cuffs, and more. As I took in the display, I was distracted by the ass and head of hair that I’d seen last night. There was no way it wasn’t the same woman. She was bent over, rummaging in a box. Her butt was wiggling. Her ass was beyond plump and would overflow even my large hands. If I spanked it, it would jiggle just the way I liked.
Say what you will, and no disrespect to anyone, but I was a man who loved the woman I was with to have more than a bit of meat on her bones. I wanted there to be cushioning, and watching tits and asses shake and bounce turned me on even more. Thick thighs and gently rounded bellies did it for me. Women who were all skin and bones held zero appeal for me. I feared they’d break if I got rambunctious, which I did, and their bones poked in the most uncomfortable ways. Not to say I hadn’t slept with skinny women, but they weren’t my first or second choice.
The woman bent over in front of me was my dream woman if her ass was any indication of the rest of her. Last night, I convinced myself she was ugly. Today, I was praying I was wrong. I was clenching my fists and barely breathing as I waited for her to turn around. When she straightened, I took a deep breath. When she twirled around and I saw the front of her, I almost shouted.
I cataloged her divineness as she talked to the woman she was handing whatever she got out of the box. I wasn’t prejudiced. I’d been with women of every color, but I was partial to Black women. I was a Black man, and I found them generally more attractive because they tended to have those attributes I loved. This woman was beyond gorgeous. Her skin was a toffee color compared to my much darker skin. Her long, kinky, curly hair framed a drop-dead beautiful face. Her lips were full and kissable. Her brows were full and arched over dark brown eyes that were bottomless wells.
Her tits were huge, and she had exaggerated curves. A slightly rounded belly and wide hips led to what I knew would be thick thighs that would hug a man tightly. I hardened right there, and I didn’t give a shit who saw it. She was dressed in a short dress that skimmed her body perfectly. It wasn’t indecently tight or short, and her cleavage was decently displayed.
Her smile lit up the room. She talked and nodded as she took money from the woman after giving her the toy in a glittery pink bag. Glancing around the table, I saw the name Zisa’s Teasers . Hmm, Zisa. I sure hoped that was her name because I loved it.
As soon as her customer moved off, another took her place. I eased back to where I could watch but not interfere with her sales. I was close enough to hear her telling a woman how to use one of the toys she bought. Zisa was confident, not a bit embarrassed, and didn’t make the woman feel ignorant because she had never used one. The thought of using it on Zisa made my cock pulse. My zipper was diggin’ uncomfortably into my erection, but I wouldn’t anymore walk off than give up my bike for a cage for the rest of my life.
I lost track of how long I stood there watching. The line thinned a little, but not a lot. Knowing I couldn’t wait any longer to meet her, I edged forward. I was waiting my turn when we were rudely interrupted by a man shoving his way to the front of the line. When she saw him, she frowned and placed her hands on her hips.
“I told you. There are no private demos of how these work. I won’t tell you again. Leave. People are trying to have a good time, and you’re ruining it. Take your disgusting comments and suggestions and scram. If you don’t, I’m having the organizer kick you out. Better yet, if you want to know how they work and want a demo, shove them up your ass and give them a whirl.”
I bit back my chuckle. She vibrated with attitude. Her pretty eyes were narrowed on him, snapping fire.
“Listen, if you’re unwilling to help your customers, you shouldn’t be selling stuff. Come on, stop pretending you don’t get all hot and bothered at the thought of showing me how they work. Give me your number, and after this thing ends, we’ll meet in your room and have a party.” He wore a disgusting leer.
His suggestion and the way he was visually undressing her raised my hackles.
“And if you weren’t a creep who only wants to be disgusting, I would direct you to websites that demo how these are used. However, since you’re not an actual customer, just a cretin, forget it. This was your last warning. Excuse me, I’m getting the organizer.”
Zisa started to go around the table. The other customers glared at the obnoxious man as they moved back to let her out. I knew what he was about to do before he moved. I gently pushed through the bodies and latched onto the back of his neck. I applied force on his pressure points, rendering him unable to raise his arms or move. He jerked.
I said quietly, close to his ear, yet still loud enough for those nearby to hear me, “You’ve overstayed your welcome. The lady doesn’t want to hear your shit, and neither do the rest of us. Everyone is trying to have a good time, and you’re ruining it. Now, you can go quietly and on your feet to your vehicle or on a gurney to the hospital. Which will it be?”
“I-I was just messing around,” he stuttered.
“No, you weren’t. Ladies, I’ll just escort him off the premises, and then I’ll be back,” I told them, but it was her I was staring at. She was gazing back at me in what appeared to be shock. Giving her one of my best smiles, I shoved the back of the dumbass’s neck to get him walking. I guided him through the throng. We got people’s attention. There were curious looks, a few frowns, and a lot of murmuring. I wasn’t sure where the organizer was, so I marched him out of the room and toward the outer doors. A woman came hurrying over to me. She was wearing a T-shirt that I’d seen others who were volunteers helping with the event had on. She seemed to be a mixture of apprehensive and confused.
“Sir, excuse me. Is there a problem? Why are you holding on to that man that way? We don’t want any trouble here.”
“Ma’am, I know that, so I’m escorting him out. He was causing a ruckus with one of your vendors. I thought it was quicker and easier for me to get rid of him than to waste time finding someone to do it. Plus, I’m not sure if you ladies can handle him.”
“Sir, we have security. Let me go get one of them.”
“Sweetheart, I’ve got this. With so many people here, they have enough on their hands. It’s not a problem.”
Her mouth dropped open, and she seemed at a loss for words. I got him moving again. When I got him outside, I shoved him away from me as I let go. He staggered a couple of steps, then whirled around to face me. He was pissed, and I couldn’t care less. His fists clenched as he snarled at me.
“You had no right to put your fucking hands on me! I have as much right to be here as you.”
“You had the right to be here until you got ugly with Zisa. This is me rescinding your invitation. I can clarify my point if you’d like to discuss it in more depth. However, I’m not sure if a trip to the ER is included in your plans. Then, the extended hospital stay probably would be a pain in more ways than one. If I were you, I’d get in my vehicle and leave. If you can’t behave, I wouldn’t attend these kinds of things.”
He took a step toward me. I was happy to beat the lesson into his head, but he stopped. I understood why a moment later when I heard two of my club brothers’ voices.
“What’s the problem, Moose?” Rowdy, our VP, asked.
“Need me to talk to him?” Crash, our enforcer asked.
They came to a stop next to me. I shook my head. “I’ve got this handled, guys. He’s just someone who can’t behave himself. He was harassing one of the vendors. It sounded like she’s had a run-in more than once with him.”
“Ah, so he’s hardheaded. Well, go for it. Pound it into his head so he remembers it,” Rowdy said as he crossed his arms.
Crash looked disappointed. I knew it was because he knew I could handle it, but he liked to be the one to dish out the attitude adjustments.
“If you bastards touch me, I’ll have the cops here so fast, your heads will spin. See if you like sitting in jail,” the guy said with false bravado. The way he was darting his eyes around, he was scared.
“Asshole, it wouldn’t be the first time or last that my ass has sat in a cell. And to teach you a lesson, it would be worth it. However, instead of doing that, why don’t my club and I take your ass out somewhere, and you just evaporate? Since you don’t want to leave,” I asked wickedly.
The next thing I knew, he was running off as if his ass was on fire. Rather than give chase, we stood there laughing.
“Who was he bothering?” Rowdy asked.
Not wanting any of my brothers to see Zisa and have a chance to make a move on her, I shrugged and played it off. “Just some woman. He irritated me, so I escorted him out. How’s it going?”
We stood there chatting about nothing significant for a few minutes before they said they had to get back inside. Giving them a chin lift, I waited until they were out of sight, then I rushed back in and over to Zisa’s table. There was still a big crowd there. Knowing I couldn’t talk to her how I wanted with so many nosy women listening, I hung back and took up sentry duty. If anyone else came over to cause a stir, I’d get rid of them, too.