Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
“Yeah.” Luca lies down beside me on the bed and strokes my hair.
“Maybe we’re not doomed. Maybe we’re just the same kind of crazy,” I say.
“Maybe you’re right,” Luca says.
When I open my eyes to look at him, I catch a glimpse of the TV screen, which has switched to showing my phone screen again. There are new messages from my mom.
Donna: He’s a junkie and a dealer
Donna: He’ll bring you down with him
Donna: He’ll get you hooked on some drugs
“Did you ever tell my mom about why you went to in prison?” I ask.
Luca follows my gaze and reads the texts on the screen. “No,” he says. “But maybe she heard from someone else. Word travels fast here. You know that.”
I nod.
“Are you worried? Because of what she’s telling you about me?” Luca asks.
I shake my head. “I’ve never trusted my mom, and I’m not going to start now.”
Luca remains silent as he wraps his arms around me.
“She’s right about one thing, though,” I muse.
“What is it?”
“You’ve got me hooked on something.”
“Anal sex?” Luca cocks an eyebrow.
I laugh. “Not necessarily anal.”
“Okay, you want more anal sex. Got your message, loud and clear.”
“No.” I giggle. “That’s not what I’m saying at all.”
I want to tell him I’m addicted to him—not just the kind of sex we have. But I’m chicken shit. All I hope for is to make the status quo last for as long as possible.
“Ready for your piercing tomorrow?” Luca asks.
“Yeah.”
Luca
“Did you take the Advil I gave you this morning?” I ask.
“Yeah. Right before I came here,” Sarah says as she lies on my table with her legs spread.
“Good.”
As my gloved fingers play with her pussy lips, her breathing grows heavy and I give in to temptation to give her a little kiss. My tongue caresses the site where I’ll pierce her.
I swear I didn’t mean to turn this into a sexual situation.
We’re in the middle of my tattoo shop, and even though I don’t have any appointments, the door is unlocked and anyone could walk in here.
There’s a screen that hides Sarah from the prying eyes of the public, but that’s not going to mute her moans and cries as well.
“Do you do this to all your clients?” Sarah asks in a sexy, raspy voice.
“No. Just the good girls.”
To my relief, Sarah laughs.
I have slept with some clients in the past, but I never eat them out. I can tell Sarah that, but I don’t know if she actually wants to hear about me banging other girls. It’s probably best to keep this conversation light.
I’m having enough trouble trying to decode the way I feel about her. I’m still trying to decide when to tell Sarah that I want us to be together—not just for one month, but for as long as she’ll have me.
I know. I’m being a dumb-ass. I should’ve told Sarah right after I put the bottles in her drug storage room.
Hell, there was a nice moment yesterday that I missed when she told me we were both crazy. I’ll admit that little line made my insides feel all warm and fuzzy.
But Donna’s texts were on my mind, and the moment slipped away. Fucking Donna, going around ruining lives.
With this piercing, I can at least buy some time. I can keep her around for another month, at least.
Sarah shivers with pleasure on my table, clutching onto the faux-leather surface with her hands. This is not the first time I’ve made her come on my table, and I don’t want this to be the last time.
“Thank you, Sir,” Sarah says breathlessly as she descends from her peak.
“I just wanted to get one last taste of you before I do the piercing,” I say.
“Does it really take a whole month for the piercing to heal?” she asks, half-sulking.
There’s no way she doesn’t know how cute she looks. She makes my chest tighten when she makes that face. I just want to grab her and pet her like she’s some helpless little baby animal.
“Yeah. There’s no way around it.” A filthy thought pops into my mind. “As we established yesterday, though, you still have other holes for me to use.”
Sarah blushes, her gaze flicking wildly all over the parlor.
Funny how she can be all dirty and raunchy one moment, and then becomes bashful and reserved the next. I love them all, all the different versions of her.
I just haven’t been able to bring myself to tell her.
No.
I can do this.
There’s nothing to fear.
Yes, my sister let her dark longing destroy herself.
But Sarah’s not like that. She’ll be different.
“Luca,” she says with worry in her eyes, “when the piercing heals, will you still be here?”
“Yeah.” I give her a smile. “Of course.”
I don’t know what I was worried for.
Yes, we’re both damaged people. But, maybe Sarah’s right.
Maybe we are both the same kind of crazy. Maybe we can make this work.