“Um, you got some of them?” I point up, afraid to avert my eyes in case the photo disappears.
A magazine flutters across the room and hits my upper arm. “Stop ogling,” Jax laughs before settling into the chair again.
“Well, do you?” Fine, I won’t stare any more.
“No,” he grunts, not even opening his eyes.
“Then where?” Why haven’t I asked him this before?
Jax holds up one ringed hand and makes a finger pistol before pointing it at his own crotch.
Wait.
“Why in the fuck would you do that?” I pinch my own cock in sympathy pain.
“Drives the women wild,” he chuckles just as the tech shoves a needle through his eyebrow.
He didn’t flinch.
“Didn’t that hurt?”
“Not really. I wanted to get Sofia and the kid’s birthstones.” He sits up and turns the silver new bar towards me. “What do you think?”
“I think I want one.”
“Like this?” Jax points to his temple.
I shake my head and move to the case where all of the accessories are. “No, like that.” There’s a bar through the underside of a plastic dildo standing in the corner.
Jax breathes out, blinking. “Are you sure? That’s a pretty hefty thing to start with. Why?”
Lara will need extra cheering up once she finds out about Nikolai.
Maybe this will help.
Her and I aren’t “that way”, but if I have it, I bet it will still make her smile.
“You said it didn’t hurt.” I glance at the artist who’s watching me with a smirk. “I want that one.”
Jax claps me on the back. “I’ll wait out here. I don’t want to see your junk, man.”
How bad can it be?
“Follow me.” The short tattooed man with a rod through his nostrils beckons me into the same seat that Jax had been in.
“Never done this before, huh?” He sits and snaps on a new pair of blue surgical gloves. “Unzip your pants.”
I might regret this.
Pulling my dick out in public isn’t an issue.
Having someone else touch it, is.
“I have to sterilize it, this might be cold.” He swabs around the tip with the iciest piece of cloth I’ve ever felt.
And I’ve fallen into a snowbank. Naked. In Russia. In January.
It was not like this.