Page 28 of Wicked Deceit
“Overstimulation,” I grumble, taking a deep breath and closing my eyes. Silently, I count to myself as I explain. “Too many people and mixed with music, it was just a little too much at first. But I’ll be fine. It’s calming down.”
When I reopen my eyes, my boyfriends fill my vision. I cock my head at them having a silent, heated conversation with their eyebrows. Seriously? Them too? Why am I always out of the loop with their eyebrow dance conversations? First the twins, now Carter. It’s bullshit. I frown, leaning in, and try to decipher what the hell they’re saying with their intense eyes and the weird grunts. Simultaneously they stop, whipping their heads in my direction. Well, so much for getting answers today—that’s for sure.
“We’ve got a private suite in the back, Sweetheart. That’s where we’ll be. No other people, and I’ll ask them to turn this fucking shit down,” Carter soothes, lightly kissing the side of my head. His warm lips linger, and I fucking melt into him when his chest brushes against my shoulder. Our fingers intertwine, and he pulls me closer to him in a possessive manner.
“They’re ready for us,” he grunts when his eyes look all around the room. He snarls at someone behind us like a psycho, making Seger snort at the poor unsuspecting sap. When I turn to look, the guy behind us stares at the ground with wide eyes and shakes his head.
Carter leads us to the backroom by my hand, following behind Lydia, the front desk girl. We weave through the shop, walking around tables filled with people in various stages of undress. Some people have their shirts or jeans off, with artists draped over them. Some get small pieces on their shoulders, and others get large, colorful pieces on their entire backside. I watch in awe, stupidly staring at them when they don’t even flinch from the pain. One woman catches my eye and grins through the pain of the artist putting ink over her ribs. I swallow hard, pulling my eyes away from the mesmerizing art.
Lydia pulls open a large wooden door, gesturing for us to pile into the quiet room at the back of the establishment. The moment the door shuts behind her, the heaviness in my chest eases, and my breaths return to normal. The music cuts out, and the voices go entirely away, surrounding me in nothing but blissful silence.
“You finally came back to get it fixed, huh?” Lydia says with a small smile, looking down at her clipboard.
“Yeah,” Carter grunts, leaning against the table pushed to one side of the room.
“And you?” The woman finally looks up, staring between them, and finally, her eyes settle on me. She smiles a genuine and friendly smile.
“My buddy here wants an ampallang piercing,” Carter says with smug satisfaction. “He’s super fucking thrilled if you can’t tell.” I try to cover up my snort when Seger glowers at him and tightens his fists.
Lydia snorts, looking Seger up and down with a watchful eye. She chuckles to herself, taking in his paling face and sweaty skin. She writes their requests and then looks up at Carter with a twinkle in her eye. I can tell she and Carter are on friendly terms because of his frequent visits, but nothing more.
“Okay, well, Matt and George will be here in just a second. I’m assuming George and you had a discussion on what specifics you wanted for your tattoo?” Carter nods, stroking his chin. “Good. Well, I’ll have both of you take off your pants and underwear. Here are some covers to drape over yourselves until they come in. Just hang tight, and they’ll be right with you,” she says with a smile, looking at us as she instructs them on what to do. She swiftly leaves the room and closes the door behind her, leaving us to stew in silence.
Carter doesn’t hesitate to pull his shirt over his head, revealing his delicious tattooed chest. I lick my lips, so desperate to lick cupcakes off his chest, that I miss him winding up to throw his shirt directly on top of my head. I grunt when it knocks me back a step. Fighting to get the hot fabric off my face, I finally win and pull it down with a pout.
A desert takes over my mouth, wiping all the moisture away when Carter undoes the buttons of his jeans. He doesn’t give a shit when they roll over his muscular thighs, and he kicks them in my direction. I’m practically panting in the middle of the tattoo shop with one thing on my mind. Screw my aching muscles and broken arm, just fuck me silly until I can't see straight.
“Eyes up here, Vixen,” he taunts with a smirk, pointing his finger toward his eyes. But fuck that, I don’t want to look into his eyes. Well—not his top eyes, anyway. I could stare his snake in the eye all day long.
“Nope,” I say, swallowing hard when he plays with the elastic of his boxers like a tease and then pulls them down his legs, too. Jesus, take the wheel. “The show is right there.” I all but gasp out when he gives me a knowing grin, standing there completely naked with no shame. He stretches his arms above his head, exaggerating his movements so his monster baseball bat swings from side to side. How the hell does he carry that thing around all day? Or fit it in his damn jeans?
Carter snorts, sitting on the bed, pulling the cover-up over his lap, ending my show. I sigh.
“Yo, West,” he barks, startling Seger out of his staring contest with the floor.
“Are you going to be, okay? I’m serious. You don’t have to do this to prove anything,” I mumble, running my free hand up his arm soothingly.
He shakes his head. “No way, Angel. I said I was going to do this, so I’m going to do this,” he says, gritting his teeth.
He takes a deep, cleansing breath. With trembling hands, he pops the button of his jeans with less confidence than Carter had. Tentatively, he rolls them down his legs and kicks them toward his shoes, leaving them in a pile.
“This is for you, Angel,” he chokes out. “All the pain I’m about to go through is for you.” And then he drops his boxers into the same pile and clamors onto the second table. Quickly, he covers himself up and fidgets with the plastic cover-up.
I snort. “If that’s what you want, I mean, I won’t complain.”
The other day, Seger and Carter sat down and discussed it. He figured out the piercing he wanted through a sweat-soaked face and a grimace. And ever since they showed me what he was going to get, I’ve been dreaming of what it could do when they slid in and out of me. The metal would feel orgasmic against my pussy walls as I came so hard. I close my eyes and hold back the groan, trying to escape the back of my throat. Wrong time to think this, Kace. You need to focus on your boyfriend, not rub your legs together like a horny hussy.
“Vixen,” Carter’s warning cuts through my mini fantasy, and my body snaps straight. He raises a brow, pointing a finger toward my thighs rubbing together. “Don’t fucking think about that right now.”
Gasping in mock shock, I put my hand on my heart. “I would never!” I play it off like I have an itch or something. But by the look on Seger’s face, he too thinks I’m thinking naughty thoughts. And he would be correct, but I have to keep my cool here.
“For once, Grumpy has the right idea,” Seger says, frowning as he sits on the table, shifting around.
Just as I’m about to open my mouth to answer, a knock sounds at the door, and then two men covered in tattoos and piercings walk through the door with grins on their faces.
“Cunningham,” the taller man says with a nod, coming forward to shake his hand.
“George,” Carter says with a nod, clasping his hand. “Good to see you again,” he says in a cordial tone, getting right down to business.
