He tugged at the brim of his cap again, his cheeks pinkening. “I’d normally go to my daughter, since she works here, but the piercing’s, uh, not one I want her to give me. You’re Rory, right?”
My curiosity sounded a blaring alarm in my mind. He utterly consumed my attention, which was a difficult thing to do.
“Yeah, I’m Rory,” I said, extending a hand. “Nice to meet you…”
“Wyatt,” he said. “Wyatt Anderson.”
Wait. The pieces clicked into place. The mention of his daughter who worked here. The last name he happened to share with our other piercer and one of my friends—Harper Anderson.
“Are you Harper’s…?”
“Dad, yeah,” he said, refusing to look up at me. “If this is too weird, I can go somewhere else. She said you’re the best in the area, so…”
Oh, no, no, no. This delicious man was not slipping out of my grasp, even if he happened to be Harper’s dad.
“What sort of piercing are you looking for? I specialize in body piercings.”
“A Prince Albert,” he said, still not looking up at me, with a ruddy flush on his cheeks.
The fates had to be fucking with me at this point. There was no way Harper’s father was coming in and asking me to pierce his cock.
“Not a problem,” I said, barely tamping down the grin that bubbled to the surface. Adrenaline rushed through me big time, but I was a professional. Pro-fession-al. I could survive an entire appointment getting to hold this devastatingly attractive man’s cock. No wonder he hadn’t wanted to come to his daughter for the piercing, though. Talk about awkward.
Though ifmydad came in for a cock piercing, I’d consider doing it for the shock factor. Solely to make my siblings uncomfortable. It was my favorite game of chicken, and most of the time, I won.
“Ah, right, so where do we go?” Wyatt asked, breaking the weird train of thought my brain had taken. Par for the course, though. Most folks thought I’d either downed a ton of caffeine or did a lot of drugs to get like this, but hey, natural high, baby.
“Follow me,” I said, crooking my finger in his direction. If I happened to add a bit more sway to my hips as I went, well, that was my business. I regretted going the comfortable route today with my black weathered jeans and white muscle tee. I had jeans that highlighted my ass far better than this. Granted, Harper’s dad was probably a garden variety straight guy—ah, shit, and married too. I might be a menace, but I wasn’t a homewrecker.
We passed Nyx on our way back to the piercing room, and she tossed a hand up in a wave, still working on whatever she was sketching in her stall.
“This place is gorgeous,” he said, and I stole a glance. He seemed to soak in his surroundings with a quiet intensity that I liked a whole damn lot. He couldn’t be past forty—how the fuck was this Harper’s dad? She was twenty-one.
“How young did you have Harper?” I asked on reflex and then cringed. Right, that was rude.
Wyatt let out a low chuckle. “Trying to do the mental math? Everyone does. Her mom and I were in high school, just seventeen.”
I let out a low whistle. “Damn, man. Well, you did a good job. Harper’s the best.”
“Yeah, she is,” he said, a softness to his voice. When I glanced over, the affectionate look in his eyes made him even hotter. But that was clearly a me problem.
“Okay, get settled in the seat. We’re going to need to consult on the piercing before we dive in, to see if it’s doable on your anatomy. Circumcised? Uncircumcised? The latter isn’t a deal-breaker, but it’s better to check.”
Wyatt flushed hard again. “What do I do, just take my cock out?”
I arched a brow. “That’s what you want pierced, right?”
He shook his head, a slow grin rising to his lips. “Right. Yeah. I’m doing this.”
My heart thumped a little harder in anticipation. Even if I couldn’t flirt with Harper’s ridiculously sexy dad, I could sure as fuck admire his cock. “I mean, no one is forcing you to get a PA. Not like I’m trying to talk myself out of a client or anything, but it’s a piercing you want to do with forethought. Wife might not be too pleased if sex is off the table for a while.”
Wyatt’s expression shifted, the nerves dissipating in lieu of a sad resignation. “That won’t be a problem. I’m living on my own now and not in the market for anyone anytime soon.”
I blinked. Had Harper’s parents gotten divorced? She didn’t talk about them a ton, apart from sharing childhood memories and such. However, my brain also took that as an open invitation. “Well then, perfect time to get a PA. Come on, cock out.”
“Right,” Wyatt said, a slow grin rising to his lips that simmered. Lord. His gaze lit me on fire. He reached for his fly and took his time sliding the zipper down. Tease. I kept my gaze glued to him—clearly for professional reasons, because I’d be piercing his cock, not because I wanted it in my mouth. Though, truth be told, I’d pierced plenty of hotties and kept my inside thoughts on the inside. Compartmentalization was a part of the job, and piercing was one of the few things I excelled at.
He tugged the waistband of his CKs down, anddamn.
