Page 13 of Weston & Cyrus (Beautiful Shame #6)

Weston

I was boring.

I was boring.

I was boring.

Well, I was quiet but I was a bit worried I was too wide-eyed judging by the way the grumpy guy running the store seemed to be watching us. He either seemed to think we were going to steal shit or that I was going to pass out judging by the way he couldn’t stop frowning at us.

The following us around the store thing was weird too.

I’d never looked sketchy enough to be followed in a store before, and unexpectedly, that set off the humiliation thing too. His creepiness was keeping it mostly in check, though. Cyrus, on the other hand, seemed to think the whole situation was hilarious.

We were going to have to agree to disagree on that part, but it wasn’t the time to argue about it since the guy was breathing down my neck.

Literally.

Okay.

My brain was starting to clear and I really didn’t like it.

Fucking hell.

Turning around, I gave up taking the weird behavior quietly and channeled my best Conner impression…glare, raised eyebrow, and way too much confidence. “Can I help you?”

That had him blinking but not moving back any.

It also had the side effect of Cyrus turning around from where he’d been reading the back of the box on a very discreet-looking camera that I’d never have noticed anywhere in my apartment.

He didn’t like what he saw either and immediately straightened to an impressive height. “Are you trying to grope him?”

And the asshole finally stepped back.

Using his brains wasn’t his strong suit based on how he stuttered out a reply but I was glad to be able to breathe again. “No. I. He. You were.”

I still wasn’t sure what he was so weirded out about because we hadn’t done anything remotely gay or strange. Hell, my being slightly distracted and blank was the oddest thing about our behavior.

Cyrus didn’t think we deserved it either based on his sexy glare. “If you think we’ve stolen something, please feel free to call the police so I can sue you for harassment. Other than that, leave us alone and stop following us. It’s creepy at this point.”

Blinking like he was a broken robot, the strange guy, who was probably in his sixties, finally nodded and went back to the counter.

Cyrus let out a slow breath before turning back to me, wearing a soft neutral expression that was his version of a blank face.

“This isn’t going like I’d planned. Would you like us to leave and buy this online?

He hasn’t been helpful at all, so I’m still going to have to look a lot of my questions up online. ”

Grunts and sighs weren’t very informative.

Who knew?

Okay, wait or give money to the weirdo?

“Let me think?” I didn’t know what I wanted to do but Cyrus didn’t mind.

“Sure. I’m going to finish looking over this one if that’s alright with you, but I’m going to have you move to the other side of me.” It wasn’t really a question but I nodded and shifted around so his body could block mine from the creep.

When I was hidden and safely tucked between him and the corner we’d been standing near, he smiled and looked like he was thinking about kissing me. “Thank you.”

I could feel my face heating up even though he hadn’t done anything but look at me. Unfortunately, that seemed to be all it took with him lately. Cyrus chuckled, shaking his head and not looking nearly as murderous as he had before. “Don’t distract me.”

I wasn’t sure I wanted to agree with that order, so I tried to look innocent as I randomly picked up what turned out to be a small device that helped people search for hidden cameras. That went quickly back on the shelf, which got another laugh from Cyrus. “Not what we’re aiming for.”

No.

And I didn’t have the self-control to have it in the house and not use it.

“What do you think about that one?” Giving myself a moment to think, I listened to him explain the features of the tiny camera and let my thoughts roll around in the back of my head.

When he’d done his best to fill the silence for me, I nodded slowly and inched closer so I could whisper quietly. “I want the teddy bear one for now. I like that one and it’s…it’s going to make me squirm to see it on the dresser.”

It went a bit too well with his cutesy tone, and his wicked grin said he knew it.

But we both managed to stay quiet and I didn’t look too squirmy at the moment, so it was fine.

Cyrus couldn’t resist fucking with me, though.

“We’re going to have to give him a name so you can be polite in the morning. ”

He was evil.

“Something…” Closing my eyes, I refused to back down. “Something sweet and innocent sounding. That will…that’ll make it even…better, I guess.”

Naughtier?

His chuckle said he knew what I was trying to say, but the deep sound was already enough to have me fighting off a shiver, so he made an agreeing sound and stopped his fuckery.

When I was under control again, he kept his response simple.

“Alright. I’ll buy the rest online and we’ll take the bear home today. ”

God.

That actually made me lightheaded but I didn’t want to give the crazy weirdo anything else to obsess over, so I forced myself to stand straighter and open my eyes. Cyrus was very pleased with himself and that was sexy too, so I had to look away…which made him even cockier.

He was such an asshole.

Just a sexy one.

“Light brown, dark brown, or almost black?” Setting the stupidly expensive camera down, he steered me back over to the teddy bears and sneaky toys, using his body to block the weird guy’s view of me. “Which one do you think will work best?”

Which one did I like best?

Which one would make me feel the squirmiest?

“Light brown.” It was the cutest. “It’ll match the rest of the room.”

Technically that was correct but it hadn’t sounded like I was talking about my room. Cyrus nodded slowly, picking up the box and giving the store one last glance. “We’re good to go then.”

I was going to argue about who was paying for all the camera stuff later, but I let Cyrus handle it for the moment so we could get out of there quicker.

The guy kept his thoughts to himself and actually stayed as far away from us as he could manage, but there was no way we were getting everything else there and I was glad when we escaped.

“Okay, so set up for a Criminal Minds episode?” Once we’d finally made it out to the car, I didn’t feel the need to be nice any longer.

“Definitely.” Cyrus glanced back at the store. “I’m leaving a review.”

That was his version of being a dick, so I knew he was pissed…and adorable.

“That was weird.” Right? “Was I doing anything odd?”

Had I been the weird one to begin with?

“No.” Shaking his head, Cyrus leaned over and gave me a quick peck. “You were quiet and in your own head, but nothing that seemed weird. Introvert in a new location vibes but that’s it.”

“Every store has that one weird employee, I guess.” We’d run into a few over the past couple of years. “That waitress at the pancake restaurant we used to go to. She was weird too.”

We’d stopped going level of weird.

“Some people just aren’t meant for public.” Cyrus shrugged. “But we’re not going to let it derail our plans even if he fucked with your headspace.”

Ugh.

“I liked my headspace.” It’d been nice and floaty and having to pretend not to be floaty had made it even better. I wasn’t sure why it’d worked like that, but it had. “What if I can’t get it back?”

Chuckling, Cyrus shook his head. “No pouting. We’re going to pick up takeout and head back to your place so I can start fucking with you again and get it back.”

“What kind of takeout? What kind of fucking with me?” They were legitimate questions but he grinned and shrugged. “How are you going to get it back? What are we going to do with the bear?”

Was he really going to make me talk to it and show off my dick every morning?

On a weirdness scale, would that be kind of normal or making-Conner-confused levels of strange?

“I’ll answer one question.” Cyrus opened the passenger side as we got to the car. “Think about which one you’re going to pick and you can ask when I get in the car.”

“Do I only have until you get in the car to pick one? What if it takes longer than that to figure it out?” What were the rules here?

“No.” He kissed my cheek as I sat down and it scrambled my brains as he buckled me in. “I don’t think that was the best use of your question, though. But as long as you’re happy.”

What?

Fuck.

I’d used my question.

He was proud of himself for that one, but my brain started running in circles trying to figure out how to get more questions answered.

His eyes were sparkling with mischief as he closed the door and went around to the driver’s side. But the good part of him being so pleased was that I got another kiss and grope as his hand ran down my chest. “Next time you’re going to listen to what I say more closely, aren’t you?”

Fucker.

“Yes, Sir.” I wasn’t sure being dramatic would be helpful, so I widened my legs and tried to look relaxed and submissive. “I’ll remember.”

Hopefully.

I wasn’t going to hold my breath, though.

Cyrus’s chuckle said he was thinking something along the same lines, but he was a good Dom and squeezed my cock, giving it a nice massage as he kissed me again. “I know you’ll do your best, even if it’s just because you’re a naughty slut that likes rewards.”

There was nothing wrong with wanting to be rewarded for hard work.

Probably shouldn’t point that out, though.

Hmm.

“I like having reward time with you, Sir.” Kissing his cheek and trying to look innocent somehow made me feel very wicked, and I had to fight the urge to squirm and close my legs. “It’s…you make me feel a lot.”

And he made my brain stupid too.

But as he smiled, he gave me another kiss. “I like rewarding you, but don’t worry, I like punishing you and caging you and using you too. So even if you don’t get a reward, I’m still going to have fun tonight.”

When did him being an asshole end up being so sexy?

“Fun…fun should end up with orgasms for both of us.” It wasn’t a question but I was hoping it might get a reaction from him. “That’s how you made it sound, at least.”

Kind of.

At some point he must have said that because he liked making me come.

“Fun means at least one of us ends up getting an orgasm and the other ends up getting something else they need.” Still massaging my erection, Cyrus smiled like he was thoroughly enjoying the conversation.

The combination of innocent and devilish sent a shiver through me that made him even more pleased.

“Like a spanking or feeling controlled or enjoying having the control.”

I was never going to get to come.

He was going to make not coming sound like a reward and I was going to end up screwed.

Well, not screwed in this case.

“But if I’m a good boy…your good slut…then I get rewards.

” That would fix the situation. I’d even called myself a slut.

He liked that. Yes. I was going to aim for rewards and not just hope having fun would lead to me getting a reward.

“And…and clear communication means that you’ll let me know what being good means in this situation. ”

I had clothes on and we were technically in public, so I was going to need more specific instructions on his expectations.

“You said communication is important in a relationship like this one.” Right? Hadn’t he said that? “Thank you for helping me with that.”

Assumptive close to make sure he couldn’t say no?

Salesmen did it all the time, so it had to work other places.

Cyrus’s smirk made me question that logic but it was too late to try another game plan. “I think that’s an important discussion we should have, you’re right.”

That was a scary sentence…especially with his smile.

“Thank you, Sir.” Yes. Polite and short so I didn’t say anything else stupid.

Relief wasn’t the emotion rushing through me when he shifted back to his seat and seemed ready to go, though.

Embarrassed fear and painful arousal were warring with each other to see who would win.

It was a tie to start with, but Cyrus seemed intent on helping arousal to win because he kept massaging my dick as he started taking us back to my place.

Where we were going to set up my teddy bear.

Okay, maybe I was scared stupid and didn’t realize what I was feeling?

“So, tell me how you think a good boy would behave in the car and what kind of reward you think you should get.” Smiling again as he pulled up to a stoplight, he leaned over and gave me an innocent peck on the cheek. “You’re right. Communication is important.”

God.

I’d done this to myself.