Not yet was on the tip of Madigan’s tongue. Her mind had gotten a lot dirtier since enjoying sexy banter with Tobias. Pocketing her phone, and the unsent text, she shoved the book into her bag and climbed out of the car. She took in Starr’s leather shorts, long-sleeved black shirt, and leather wrist cuffs. “Girl, you look amazing. I hope you have someone to share that outfit with tonight.”

“Oh, I do. Me and my battery-operated boyfriend will be getting down and dirty while Gracie sleeps in the other bedroom.” She touched her forehead to Madigan’s shoulder. “Save me, Mads. I need a real man before I forget they don’t have Off buttons and give them up for good.”

“I’ve got several single brothers and cousins,” Madigan offered.

“Blaine’s too bossy, Zander’s a player, Zeke needs to get off his ass and make a move on Aria, and Baz has no interest in marriage. Thanks but no thanks.” She took a step back, admiring Madigan’s spiked leather collar, leather bustier, and leather miniskirt, all of which she’d bought from Leather and Lace, her cousin Dixie Whiskey’s husband’s clothing line. “Wow. You look hot.”

“Wait until you see what I’ve got in my goody bag.” She’d bought a BDSM starter kit specifically for the meeting, and maybe to explore with Tobias.

“Come on.” Starr tugged her toward the dunes. “I can’t wait to see what Chloe has in store for us.”

Chloe went all out for their meetings, and every month Maverick rallied their brothers to help set up whatever his gorgeous wife came up with. Madigan might not be looking for a permanent guy in her life, but if she ever did, she’d want someone who cared about and supported all of her interests, like Maverick did for Chloe.

Seductive music floated in the balmy bay breeze as they made their way down to the beach and were greeted at the end of the sandy path by Zander. He was a few years older than Madigan and was known for being a jokester, a shameless flirt, and a hell of a skilled carpenter.

His brown hair fell in front of his eyes as he opened his heavily inked and muscled arms, like he was going to swallow them up. “Welcome to a night of naughty book clubbing, ladies. Clothes are mandatory for my sister.” His bright blue eyes shifted to Starr, and he flashed the Wicked grin women went wild for. “But for you, my blond beauty, clothing is optional. Although I have to say, I’m itching to be the one that peels that outfit off you.”

Madigan rolled her eyes.

“You couldn’t handle the stretch marks,” Starr retorted. She was used to Zander’s antics from the Salty Hog.

Zander smirked. “I’ve got something that’ll stretch you, and I’m more than happy to leave bite marks.”