Page 25 of Faking the Book Boyfriend

Her head toggles from shoulder to shoulder as she contemplates it. “Ahh…few weeks. It’s not bad. It’s probably the quickest recovery time of all the cock piercings. Are yas ready? I got lots of willing participants in the waiting area.”

I nod. “Yes. Let’s do it.”

“Ya pay first. Ya know, just in case ya pass out or change ya mind. No refunds.”

I take care of the payment, leaving a hefty tip to incentivize her to take extra-good care of me.

The woman commands, “Drop ya pants and get up on the table.”

I do as she instructs. Cheetah looks at her. “I understand you’re supposed to be hard for this. Can you lick around the tip a little for him?”

He chuckles and the woman simply pops her gum again like she’s heard it all a thousand times before. She undoubtedly has.

He then gets uncomfortably close to me. I hold up my hand. “Dude, step back. I don’t need you in my junk.”

He continues staring. “You’ve got a big dick, DePaul. Mazel Tov. The head isn’t as big as Layton’s, but it’s big. Lancaster’s dick looks like a hammerhead shark.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Why do you know that?”

“We’re teammates. We share a locker room,” he mumbles, “and sometimes women.”

I turn to Layton, and he nods. “I do have an unusually big head. Cheetah has huge balls though. Like bizarrely big.”

I look at them both with disgust. “Your team is fucking weird. I’m glad I play for the Bombers and not the Cougars. We don’t sit in the locker room and stare at each other’s dicks all day.”

The woman snickers. I’m thrilled we’re amusing her.

She cleans all around my tip and then starts to move the needle toward me. I grit out, “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”

Layton grabs my hand, but as soon as the needle makes contact with my tip, his eyes roll to the back of his head and he crumbles to the ground, passing out cold.

The woman turns her head toward the door and shouts, “Gunnar, we need the salt. Again.”

A big, leather-clad, bald guy with even more piercings than her walks in and bends before running something under Layton’s nose until he wakes up.

He blinks his eyes a few times. “Shit. That was intense. Is it over?”

I shake my head. “It didn’t start. You’re such a pussy. It’s not even your dick.” I lift my head and look at the woman. “He’s fine. Go ahead.”

The needle touches my tip again and…Cheetah passes out. I throw my hands in the air. “Are you guys kidding me? I’m the one whose dick is getting stuck with a needle.”

After the behemoth repeats the same routine with Cheetah, I finally get the piercing. It’s potentially the worst pain I’ve ever known in my life, and I bleed like a stuck pig, but I have an endgame in mind and nothing will deter me.

Chapter

Five

TREY

It’s an unusuallymild Saturday for this time of year. Gemma suggested we have coffee while we go for a walk. We agree to meet at a specific location on Broad Street, a historic city street.

I’m wearing a non-Bombers baseball cap and aviator sunglasses. I’m not usually recognized in Philly like I am in New York, but better safe than sorry.

I’m also wearing loose-fitting gray sweatpants. It’s been a few days since I got the piercing, and I seem to be healing, but being around her will be tough. I’m terrified that I’ll get hard and it will pull something.

I notice her sitting on a bench right away. She’s dressed a bit more casually today, though she still looks amazing. She’s in tight jeans, boots, and some sort of stylish sweater with an equally stylish scarf. Her oversized sunglasses give her a mysterious, sexy vibe.

Who am I kidding? Everything about her is sexy.

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