“Dayum. That has to be painful.”
“Which one?” Lily asks me.
I shrug. “Both sound awful.”
“I don’t know,” she replies. “All the guys at the table have their peens pierced, and the girls…well, I’m the only one with my nipples still how they were when I was born.”
I turn my head, swinging my gaze to Nick, and blush. Based on what she said, Nick has his peen pierced too.
“I know you’re thinking about my cock now, babe. Can see it in your eyes.” Nick smirks.
“I am not,” I shoot back, lying my ass off because I am, in fact, thinking about his dick.
He raises an eyebrow, staring down at me with those haunting blue eyes.
“Okay. Okay. Maybe a little, but more about the piercing than your actual manhood.” I smile, feeling proud of myself and my answer, even if the words aren’t true.
“Lily,” Gigi pipes up, leaning back in her chair. “Your nipples are far from how they were when you were born. Breastfeeding has massacred them.”
“No, it didn’t,” Lily argues, bringing her hands up to cup her breasts. “I mean, they’re still there, and they’re not that bad.”
“I’ve seen them,” Tamara tells the table. “They’re almost normal.”
“You’re an asshole,” Lily snaps.
Tamara smiles. “Sweetie, be proud of those things. You can almost poke an eye out with them. If I’ve ever seen a set of nipples that should be pierced, it’s yours. You should think about doing it.”
“I know, but…” Her voice trails off. “I can’t pierce myself, and who the hell else am I going to ask to do them for me? My dad?” Her eyes widen. “That wouldn’t be horrifying or anything.”
I laugh again, this time quieter and behind the safety of my beer bottle. I love how open they are with one another. How real they are with one another. Something I don’t experience much with the people in my life back in California.
I also like that they don’t seem to know who I am, and if they do, they don’t care. It’s nice to be a normal person, blending in with those around me instead of sticking out like a sore thumb.
“I can do them,” Pike, Gigi’s man, offers, and all eyes turn on him as the table quiets. “What?”
“You’d pierce her nipples?” Gigi asks, blinking at him like someone’s poked her in her eye.
“Well, I mean…” He smiles. “No one else in the shop has piercing experience except me. You going to do it?” he asks her.
Gigi’s lips twist, but she holds his gaze. “I’d do an awful job. They’d probably be lopsided or some shit. So, the answer is no, but I can’t believe how quickly you offered your services.”
“Darlin’, they’re nipples, and it’s work.”
“I don’t know how I feel about you seeing my wife’s breasts,” Jett tells Pike.
The conversation is so refreshing. Any other people in the world and we’d be talking about my life, my parents’ lives, or celebrities. But not with this group. They’re busy discussing nipples and penises like they’re talking about the weather and if it’ll rain next week.
Pike cocks his head, staring down Jett. “Do you want her dad to do it? ’Cause I’m sure that would be a lovely conversation to have with Mike about how you want his daughter to pierce her nipples to help heighten her pleasure during sex.”
“Oh Jesus,” Lily mumbles, covering her face with her palms. “Can we stop talking about my breasts?”
“No,” Tamara laughs.
Nick leans over, bringing his mouth so close to my ear, I can feel his warm breath against my skin. “I’m sorry about this.”
I turn my face, our lips close enough I could kiss him. “Why?” I ask, soaking in the blueness of his eyes, almost losing myself in their depths. “I’m having a good time. They’re really great. You’re lucky to have such a close relationship with them.”
He stares back at me, his eyes roaming my face but otherwise unreadable. “As long as they’re not making you uncomfortable.”
“Not at all, but I could use another drink.”
“Another beer?” he asks.
“No.” I stare into his eyes from only a few inches away. “Something harder.”
I don’t need to pull back to know there’s a smile on his face. “You want hard, babe, I got you covered.”
Fuck.
My mind instantly goes to his dick and the fact that it’s pierced. I wonder what kind, how big, and what it looks like. All questions I’ll never have answered and never had in my mind until a few minutes ago.
Nick lifts his hand, motioning over the thirsty waitress again. She’s quick too, almost tripping over a few people as she runs toward the table.
“Hey,” she wheezes.
“A round of Jäger for the entire table.”
“Oh lord. It’s going to be one of those nights,” one of the cousins mutters, but I’m too busy gawking at Nick.
The waitress smiles down at him, leaning too far into his personal space. A few more inches and her tits would be right in his face again. “Can I get you anything else?”
Without hesitation and like he’s done it a million times before, Nick slides his arm around me, resting his hand on my shoulder. “We’re good.”
I smile, leaning into him, plastering myself against his hard body. “Yeah, we’re good,” I repeat, sounding like a complete moron.
The woman gives me a sour look before she stalks away, not as happy as she was when she arrived.
“Do you have any piercings?” one of the cousins asks me, but I’m too busy staring at Nick and loving the way his body feels against mine to even notice.
“What?” I ask, blinking away the fog of lust, and turn my attention back toward the rest of the table. “Were you talking to me or her?”
Gigi swipes her hand through the air in the direction the big-breasted bimbo walked away. “Not her. You, silly. Do you have any piercings or tattoos?”
I suddenly feel out of place. “No.”
Tamara gawks at me. “Not even a small tattoo hidden somewhere on your body?”
I shake my head.
“We should fix that,” she tells me. “Something small and meaningful.”
“I don’t know,” I say, my voice wavering.
“Think about it. Gigi and Pike are some of the best tattoo artists in the state,” she replies. “I’d hate for you to leave without something to remember your trip by.”
“There are less painful souvenirs,” Mammoth states the obvious. “Tattoos aren’t something to jump into without thought.”
Tamara lifts her hand to his face, running her fingers over his beard. “Sparky, you’re covered in tats. I don’t think one little quarter-sized tattoo on her body will be life-altering. She could put it on her back even, and then she’ll never have to see it again. It’ll be there, imprinted on her skin like ink in a book, telling part of her life’s story.”
“You make it sound so beautiful,” Lily says. “You should really work on an ad campaign for the shop.”