Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
I laugh. “Yes, Ig, I was just teasing.”
“Maybe I’m not the only one that needs a spanking.”
This is easy. There are no complications or regrets. Being with Iggy is as easy as breathing.
I take him in as he stands under the spray of the shower, washing the soapsuds off his sun-kissed skin.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” he asks.
“You complaining about being ogled? Usually, you throw a tantrum if someone notices anyone but you.”
“No.” Iggy laughs as he reaches behind the sliding glass shower door and grabs two towels from the rack, passing me one.
“Where are you going?” I ask Iggy as he shoves his clothes over his wet body.
“To my room. We fucked. Friends with benefits fuck and part ways.”
My heart pounds frantically in my chest and a knot tightens in my gut as I watch him yank his t-shirt over his head, the fabric clinging to his damp skin. “What if I don’t want you to go?”
Iggy freezes. “Is that what you want?”
“We can be fuck buddies who cuddle after.”
With a mischievous, lopsided grin, Iggy playfully strips off his clothes, his contagious laughter filling the space. “I like cuddles.”
Nervously, I approach the bed. My hands tremble as I pull back the cover, get in, and pat the space beside me.
Iggy doesn’t miss a beat, jumping in beside me and pulling me into his arms.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“I’m cuddling you.”
“I thought I was supposed to be the cuddler.”
“Listen, Marley, I let you plow into my ass like it’s a field and you’re a farmer, but there ain’t no way I’m going to be the little spoon.”
I don’t fight Iggy, instead settling in his arms.
In a gesture of pure affection, he pulls on my arm adorned with the piano tattoo and brushes his lips against my wrist. “Are you covering marks with all the tattoos?”
I’m surprised by Iggy’s question, but I answer honestly. “Only a few on my arms and thighs. The rest are from realizing the tattoo machine provides the same thing as a straight razor. Guess you can say I found a healthy outlet for my cutting problem. The art on my flesh looks better than the wounds I was placing there.” I touch my right snake bite. “Once my body became covered in tattoos and I realized the only space I had remaining was my face, I discovered piercings can fill the void.”
“What are you going to do when you run out of piercing space?”
I smile at Iggy. “I’ve got at least ten years until that scenario becomes a reality.”
Iggy’s fingers hesitantly graze my body. His touch is simultaneously soothing and chilling. He stops once he reaches a tattoo etched on my rib cage. “Did you know you have my date of birth tattooed here? What happened on this date?”
My heart races as I weigh the consequences of revealing the truth or succumbing to the safety of a lie. After a moment of contemplation, I decide on the former. “You were born.”
“What?”
“I got this one eight years ago. I’m surprised you never noticed it before.”
“Yes, so am I. I’ve been checking you out for years.” Iggy smirks. “I might have paid attention to your dick more than any other part of your body.”
“We’d played a show in Houston, then banged those four groupies. I was happy. The next day I went and got this. I wanted to commemorate the person who had made me happy for the first time in a long time.” Iggy pulls me on top of him, his smile bigger than I’ve ever seen it. “Why are you grinning like that?”
“You’ve just fed my overinflated ego and I like it.”
“Not sure if it needs any more aid.”
Iggy chuckles before tucking me in his arms, and we fall asleep entwined together.
CHAPTER 16
Iggy
My mother looks jubilant as she hovers around the dining room table, piling plates with heaping amounts of the food. There’s nothing in life that makes my mother happier than feeding people. For my mom, food translates to love and if she feeds you, it means she loves you.
“This is so good, Connie,” Lars says as he shovels food into his mouth. Other than Marley, Lars loves my mom the most. The two of them have a special relationship.
My mom pats his head. “I’ll make sure I pack you some leftovers, baby.”
Mom’s eyes scan the table before she lifts Cain’s plate and piles his third helping. “Here you go, Cain.”
Cain laughs as he takes the plate from her. “Connie, if you keep feeding me, the boys will have to roll me out of here.”
“You’re a big boy and need your fuel.”
Kaye and Billie laugh under their breaths. You know people think men are perverts but, in all honesty, the women I know put us all to shame with the filthy capacity of their minds.