Page 17 of Lie with Me
“Can you hang out for a second?” he asks once we areinside. “I need to use the bathroom.”
I raise an eyebrow speculatively at him.
“I need to pee,” he clarifies immediately. “Unless you want to come with me and watch?” he suggests. “I believe it’s your turn.”
“No, thanks. As enticing as that sounds, I’d rather let the anticipation build.”
“Suit yourself. I’ll be right back.” He disappears into a doorway that says bathrooms overhead.
CJ returns a few minutes later with his phone to his ear. “Yeah, whatever. Just make it fast . . .” is all I hear before he hangs up.
“Everything okay?”
“Perfect. Let’s go.” Again, he takes my hand. He wasn’t kidding when he said he was going to take advantage of every second. His bathroom break was the farthest we’ve been apart since the shower.
As soon as we enter the museum, there’s a large sign that readsPlease do not touch, lick, stroke, or mount the exhibits. I cast a sideways glance over at CJ.
“I promise to behave.” He jiggles my hand and leads the way.
This is going to be an. . . experience.
Inside, there is everything from a vibrator collection to the history of the condom toSex and the Moving Image, which is basically just porn. Interesting stuff and surprisingly not as distasteful or seedy as I was expecting. CJ reads the descriptions of each exhibit aloud, exaggerating words. He’s being serious and goofy all at the same time, causing me to laugh like an entertained child. The animal exhibit is the most intriguing and unexpectedly educational. I now know what a duck penis looks like. Want a visual? Think lower intestines.
CJ tilts his head as we inspect a replica of a deer threesome. Yes, you read that right. One deer mounted on top of the other.
“You suppose that’s three males or female/male/male?” he actually asks this seriously.
“I’m assuming female/male/male.” I mimic his head tilt. “Since the one on the bottom has no antlers.”
CJ leans over to inspect their heads. “Good call, shortcake. I didn’t even think to look at that.” He laughs highly amused.
Toward the end of our visit, we come upon the BDSM area of the museum. An entire room filled with sex toys and bondage furniture, complete with leather-clad hooded Dom and collared submissive. I examine the two wax people in fascination, the woman much more than the man.
“Submission not your thing?” CJ asks, clearly reading my facial expression.
“I can’t say that it is, although I’ve never actually tried it. I don’t mind a little dominance, but like hell someone is going to slap a collar around my neck and call me pet.”
CJ snorts. “Your sister doesn’t seem to mind it.”
I whip my head over to look at him.
“Oh, come on, Tara. You didn’t know? It’s so freakin’ obvious.”
I stare at CJ, mulling over my response. “I had an idea. I mean she wears that choker everywhere. Even to bed. It’s strange, and I have wondered, but I never asked. That’s her business. It does bug me how possessive Kayne is sometimes. It’s like she went and married a clone of our father.”
“Kayne can be a total hothead sometimes and a bit possessive, but I can tell you, it’s your sister who calls the shots in that relationship.”
“Sometimes I wonder.”
“Don’t. She may wear the collar, but she also holds the leash.”
I smile. CJ divulging that actually makes me feel better. I love Kayne, don’t get me wrong, and I don’t see anything wrong with the lifestyle. I just don’t want my sister to lose herself because of her controlling husband.
“Can I tell you a secret?” CJ asks.
“I love secrets.” I look up at him and bat my eyelashes.
He leans into me and speaks low. “I’m not so much into thesubmissive thing either, but the collar sort of turns me on.”
