Page 46 of Not All Himbos Wear Capes
He gets me.
“Fine,” I sighed, stifling a smile as I stepped out of the en suite for the big reveal. “Maybe once I see the movie, I’ll understand why the heck I need to dress like—”
My words ended with a choked sound as I spotted Xander. He was sitting in the leather wing chair across the room with his legs crossed, casually sipping a bourbon so rare that when I’d secretly looked it up, the price tag almost made me pass out.
That wasn’t what was threatening my consciousness at the moment. Xan was wearing what appeared to be a corset and fishnet stockings, topped off with a pearl necklace, dangerously high heels, and deep red lipstick.
How attractive can one man be?
“You look…” I couldn’t even form words, since words were hard when all your blood had rushed to your dick.
He threw his head back and laughed before setting down his highball glass and rising to stand. Strutting toward me with way more grace than I could pull off in heels, he chuckled. “I look like a sweet transvestite from Transexual, Transylvania—but you can call me Dr. Frank N. Furter.”
I was still gaping, taking in every inch of the man in front of me and wondering why we couldn’t just stay home. “I don’t understand a word you just said, but you look freakin’hot.”
Xander smiled and gave me an achingly sweet kiss. “And you look like my favorite obsession.”
Stepping back, he retrieved a roll of oversized medical gauze from the bed. “The—albeit problematic—words will make more sense once you see the film. For now, let’s get you all wrapped up and decent-looking. The audience may want to see what’s on the slab, but I want them to shiver with antici—”
* * *
“—pation.” Xander deposited a filthy kiss on my lips as we stumbled into his apartment hours later.
The Rocky Horror Picture Showhad been like nothing I’d ever experienced before. At first, I didn’t know what the heck was going on as everyone threw rice and put newspapers on their heads before spraying water guns into the air, but I soon got swept up in the ridiculousness. There were other Franks and Rockys in the audience, but Xan had waited until the correct scene to calmly lead me to the front and unwrap me in time with the actors on stage.
The crowd went wild—and when we went backstage afterward to congratulate Kai, she told me we’d stolen the show. She didn’t seem too mad about it, especially since Xander apparently filled her dressing room with blood-red roses.
I don’t know why he pretends sheisn’this bestie.
“Did you enjoy yourself tonight, Butch?” Xander asked as he forced me to drinkanotherglass of water.
I’d already incessantly babbled about the show the entire drive home, but I couldn’t stop. “It wassofun, Xan! Can wepleasego to every one of Kai’s performances? She was amazing as Columbia, with all the singing and tap dancing… hey!” A sudden realization had me bouncing on my toes. “It’s our one-week anniversary tonight!”
He’s never getting rid of me now.
I no longer worried about coming across as too eager or needy with this man. Xander made it clear hewantedto take care of me—that he needed me just as much as I needed him. Most importantly, he made sure I understood I didn’t have to do anything special for him to treat me this way.
That I’m already worthy of it.
“So it is.” He indulgently smirked, retrieving the empty glass from me and placing it on the kitchen island. “What do you think, sweetheart? In just seven days, have I made you a man?”
While I knew he was quoting the movie, I couldn’t help using the opening to my advantage. “Not yet, you haven’t,” I whispered, giving him a meaningful look. “Please…”
A full-body shudder ran through him, as it always did when I begged. “Baby…” he murmured, his eyes growing hooded as he used his body to herd me into the bedroom. “I’m dying to fuck you, but I want your first time to be—”
“Special?” I interrupted with a scoff. Backing away from him, I peeled myself out of the gold briefs and wrestled off the cup. “Are you kidding? Xander, I’m so obsessed with you, I wish I could forget every random woman I’ve been with so that you could be my first time for everything. I honestly feel like I mightdieif I can’t have your… cock inside me.”
I’m getting so good at swearing!
“Is that so?” He advanced again, reaching behind his back to unclasp the corset and toss it aside. “We can’t have my little cumslut wasting away simply because I haven’t filled his tight ass until it’s overflowing.”
I dropped my head back with a groan, clutching my throbbing dick as I took a very slow breath. Unwilling to let this end in teasing, I met Xander’s gaze again with the no-nonsense hero stare I’d been perfecting since my first set of Lycra.
Captain Masculine Blue Steel.
Xander cocked his head at me. “It’s so odd when you do that, Butch. It’s almost like you become a different person.”
Oh, crap.
