“I have condoms, so it’s fine if you’ve been?—”
He pinches my clit. “Let’s go find you a toy.”
“Okay, you can go home now.” I wriggle out of his arms and stumble off the couch. His green flannel shirt is the closest thing I can find to cover my naked body.
“Whoa, hang on.” He frowns as he climbs to his feet.
He’s so much taller than me.
When we were together, he was such a constant in my life that he never felt tall to me, he was justGarrett.
But with a few months’ absence, he’s now a stranger. A more muscular, taller, morefrustratingstranger.
And despite my hot and cold attitude, he still has a very prominent erection. Plus he’s breathing so hard, his whole chest is rising and falling.
“You always do this!” I yell. “You think you can control the conversation by just avoiding what I’m saying, and that’s?—”
“And you always self-sabotage a good thing,” he says quietly, cutting me off. Firm and unrepentant.
The direct shot takes my breath away.
God damn it. Hot tears threaten behind my eyelids. “I need to go to bed.”
“Don’t fucking—” He exhales roughly. “I got my dick pierced.”
“What?”
“That’s why I was dodging what you were saying. I thought I could just get you off and we wouldn’t have to talk about it.” His cheeks slash with ruddy embarrassment.
“You…” I drop my eyes and stare at his bulge. “Why?”
He doesn’t answer.
I tighten my hold on his shirt.
I shared a bed—a whole life—with Garrett for a decade, and I never had a glimmer of a guess that he would want to getpierced.
One summer apart, and he’s changed more than I could imagine.
“Did you think I would judge you for it?” I huff a definitely-not-jealous laugh. “Have you had any bad reactions?”
“Are we asking each other about our personal lives now?” He reaches out and tugs on the shirt I’ve wrappedaround myself. “I got them done for myself. That’s all you need to know.”
“Them? There’s more than one?”
He unbuttons his jeans. The metallic purr of his zipper is so loud, I realize I’m holding my breath.
His fingers hesitate at the waistband of his black boxer briefs, then he frees his cock. Even with his fingers holding up the heavy length, I can see a Jacob’s Ladder down the underside of his cock. Three prominent barbells.
My eyes bug out.
“You sure you want to get on this ride again? There’s been some modifications.”
“Don’t underestimate the power of curiosity,” I mutter as I yank off his shirt and let it drop to the floor in front of him. I follow, licking my lips as I get on my knees, then take him in my mouth.
God, they feel wild on my tongue. I swallow him as deep as I can go, then slide off. He makes the most incredible sound as I lick the barbells out of my mouth, then swirl that eager spit around his tip.
He catches my head in his hands and holds me still.
