Page 42 of Stevie
“Yes, Stevie?” She asks, and I hear the nervousness in her voice. I give her a reassuring smile.
“Wanna learn how to be a body piercer?” I watch as her eyes brighten, and the biggest smile appears on her face. I know that smile. I remember having the same smile when Mama and Baka would spend the weekends teaching me how to bake and decorate.
Wait, is… is that where I really feel like myself? I look around the shop. I love it here because of the people I work with, but I don’t leave here feeling happy or fulfilled.
“Really? You want to be my mentor?” Sadie’s excited voice pulls me back into the present, and I smile at her.
“Sadie, do you want this? Really, truly want this?”
“Oh, more than anything! I want to be a piercer and tattoo artist with all my heart!” She smiles so brightly.
“It won’t be easy, babe,” I warn, and her smile only intensifies.
“The things worth having are never the easiest to achieve.”
* * *
“Baby, are you sure you want to do that?” Brooks stops tending to one of his massive plants, a philodendron of some kind, but I’m not sure. The other day, he tried to tell me the names, and I glazed over.
Looking up fromScorpion’s Siren, I give him a nod. “I love Hel’s, and I love the family I formed there, but my heart isn’t in it, and this year, with my illness, Vincent, the people online, and us. I just realized my happiness is elsewhere.” Dropping his hose, Brooks makes his way over to me. His shirt clings to him like a second skin from the yard work he’s been doing. I smirk as he reaches my lounging chair and plucks my book out of my hand. He studies over it for a moment before raising a brow.
“So wait, he’s fucking her in the ass, her pussy,andusing his tail to stimulate the clit?” I chuckle while snatching the book back.
“Aror is gifted. He’s also using his pincers to stimulate her nipples.”
“Way to be an overachiever,” He mutters, and I burst out laughing. Brooks kneels next to my lounger andholy shit… is he?I watch as he lowers my shorts, taking my underwear with him.
“Brooks,” I hiss, looking around. “We are in the backyard! You have neighbors!”
“Mhm,” he mumbles distractedly as he kisses my inner thigh. “Rose and Vernon, nice people.” I gasp as his tongue flicks across my center. “I would rather that not be our conversation, though.”
“Then what conversation do you want to have?” I pant as I lay the lounger flat and allow my legs to fall to the side. It hits me suddenly that I may be lightly spotting still. It’s not much, but I don’t want him to go down on me and get freaked out. “Oh fuck! Brooks, I might still be–”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” He growls in irritation before driving his face right into my pussy, his tongue penetrating my core. I moan loudly at the act and lean on my elbows to better watch him as he grips, licks, and sucks my clit.
“Brooks!” I cry out while he continues to lick me and play with my piercing. I whine louder as I arch into him. He growls in approval while moving his mouth faster.
“Oh god,” I pant as I feel the tightness forming. He gives me one more hard suck, and I lose it. Screaming his name, I tightly grip the back of his head as I move against him, exploding on his mouth and tongue.
Once licked clean, Brooks slips my shorts back up my legs and leans over me, smiling like an idiot.
“I may not have two cocks, or a tail and pincers, but I think I still got you seeing stars.” I playfully smack him before pulling him down for a kiss. I love how he kisses me, like each time he’s cherishing it, cherishing me. That’s all this man does, is cherish me, over and over again.
“I love you.” As soon as I say it, I slap my hand over my mouth and stare at him, my eyes wide. He looks at me in just as much shock, and I know I have to get out of here. Standing, I start walking towards the house.
“Stevie, wait!” He calls, running up to me.
“Nope! I can’t talk right now. I completely forgot I need to take care of–”
“Hey! Hey!” He stands in front of me. “Peaches, you ain’t dropping that and walking away. Settle down.”
“I didn’t mean to say it!” I snap, feeling overwhelmed and itchy.
“Because it scares you or because it’s not true?” He asks, and god damn it.
“You know which.” I snip as he steps closer, invading my space.
“Say. It.” He orders through clenched teeth.
