“You got your dick piercedtoday,” I suggest.
“Is this a hint? Do you want me to get my dick pierced?”
Do I? I give Laiken a wicked grin and don’t answer. Honestly, I have zero complaints with his dick just the way it is. It’s mighty perfect as far as I’m concerned.
Laiken washes me very thoroughly, inside and out, but has a steely resolve that it’s not sexy time right now. No matter how much I beg and point out that I haven’t even been on my knees today. I haven’t met my daily kneeling quota.
I’m impressed with his refusal, even if annoyed, since he walks out of the shower with a magic shaft the size of my arm poking up from his groin. Hot, hard, and needing to be ridden.
When he brings me to the guest room, I say, “You turned it into a sex dungeon, right? Is that why you wouldn’t let us get off yet?”
Laiken looks at me with bemusement. “Honestly, you’d think you weren’t well-fucked daily by the way you talk, Lie.”
“When you have a hot man who only has a few years before his cock stops working properly, you have to make every day count!”
He slaps my naked ass. Theclapechoes in the hall and immediately burns.
“OW!” I say, laughing and holding my ass cheek.
Laiken hauls me against him and bites my lip. “Darling, with your sweet, young ass, my dick is going to work for avery long time.I promise you this.”
“Then there are pills to help it,” I helpfully point out.
I love it when he growls. It does things to me.
Without responding, he pushes the door open and pushes me inside. Whatever I was thinking would be behind this door, it wasn’t the most stunning library I’ve ever seen.
“Wow,” I whisper as I look around in awe. I’d like to say literally anything else right now, but I’m speechless. That is, until I see my dick chair sitting in the corner. “Kind of takes away from the elegant atmosphere, doesn’t it?”
“Does it?” Laiken asks. “I think you need a closer look.” He gently pushes me further into the room.
I don’t see it at first. Not until I run my finger along the fine carvings on the columns between the bookshelves. If I turn my head a certain way… “Is that a dick?”
“Is it?” Laiken asks, amused.
It is. And it’s not the only one. They’re carved into every single place, sometimes more subtly than others. Into the ornate arches at the top of the bookshelves. Into the legs of the desk. It’s even in the subtle, abstract, ornate design of the wallpaper peeking out in the few places where there’s wall showing.
I look at him, not knowing what to say.
“Now you have a place for your erection collection,” he says.
I snort, laughter bubbling out of me. But it sobers quickly. “It’s all at my parents’ house.”
“As of tomorrow, it won’t be. We’re rescuing all your belongings while they’re at work.”
I’m not sure if I feel relieved or upset by the idea. Either way, once my room is cleared out of everything I own, it truly means all ties are cut. I wonder how long it’ll take them to realize that my room is empty.
Chapter Thirty-Six
LAIKEN
I’m notsure how much Lie actually has. I haven’t been beyond his bedroom door in years. I haven’t had a reason to. Since we’re only crossing the yard, I opt for borrowing totes instead of packing boxes. Why waste the boxes when there’s only a hundred or so feet to cross?
Though his bedroom is closer to the front door, we opted to use the back doors. There are fewer prying eyes this way. The neighbors behind our houses work during the day, so I think we can clear his room out before word reaches Nason or Miranda about what we’re doing, and one of them rushes home.
It’s been eight weeks since that day on the front lawns with a crowd of neighbors as witnesses. Eight weeks since I’ve seen my once-best friend. Since Lie has seen either of his parents more than simply glimpsing them leaving their house.
I can honestly say I didn’t think this would ever happen. I didn’t think there’d be anything that would end our friendship. Moreover, I thought that outcome would be more likely than Nason cutting Lie out of his life.
