“You lost the bet.” I shrug while tossing him his shirt.
“That’s not fair. I didn’t know you would cheat and have Ren get you passes.”
“It doesn’t matter how I got them. You said that there is no way I would get passes to Monster Smut Con. You lost.”
“So now I have sore titties, and I have to go to monster fuck fest?” My eye twitches, and I count to three to refrain from flicking his nipple.
“Of course not,” I smile and walk out of the piercing room towards the tattoo area. I see the man I’m looking for talking to a very pregnant Janie. Janie is due with a little girl in the next few weeks, and her pregnancy this last trimester has been rough on her, which she has made everyone else’s problem.
“Nix!” I beam, and I can feel the dark glare coming from behind me. “You wanna go–ah!” I squeal as Brooks hikes me over his shoulder and smacks my ass, earning cheers from the guys as if he is a caveman clubbing his mate and dragging her back to the cave. He takes me to the piercing area before letting me down and glaring into my fucking soul.
“Not. Funny.” He grits out. I smile mischievously up at him and lick his lips teasingly.
“So? Are you going to Monster Fuck Fest with me? Because Leslie Loress will be there with the special edition Scorpion’s Siren Trilogy, and I’m not missing out on them.”
“I just bought you that trilogy for your birthday! Along with the Fae’s Familiar Omnibus!” I roll my eyes.
“And I love them, butthisis the Monster Smut Con exclusive cover, and there are limited quantities. So, are you going to help me get them or not?”
He sighs and shakes his head. “I said anything for your happiness, Peaches, but I’m eating like six of those cupcakes you and Bug made tonight.” Smiling, I hug him, trying my best to avoid his nipples. I know it was a bet, but I kind of think they’re hot. I won’t tell him that until they heal, though. Otherwise, he won’t follow proper piercing aftercare.
“What are you thinking?” He asks as we walk out of Hel’s to go home.
“That had I not nearly gotten myself killed on the internet, you and I wouldn’t be together.” He lets out a laugh while helping me into his Jeep before getting in on the driver’s side. I can’t help but stare at the yellow duck. Since I gave it to him, he’s been gifted multiple Jeep ducks, but he’s re-gifted them all, all exceptSgt. Quackers, who is always front and center on the dash.
“While I’m happy things worked out the way they did, I would’ve still ended up with you.” He states, pulling out of the parking lot.
“Really? And how do you know that?”
“Because Peaches, I’ve been working on getting you to fall for me since the day you handed me those danishes.”
The End
