Dex burst out laughing. His head was tipped back and he was laughing his ass off, this deep, throaty sound that made me smile even though I felt like an idiot for what I’d said.
“I’m gonna have to use that one day,” Slim grinned, shaking his head. “Hey girl, wanna give me a hug with that sweet mouth?”
I groaned through my smirk. “Please don’t.”
Dex, who couldn't contain his laughter, focused in on me. “What the hell are you talkin’ about?”
Slim hooked a thumb in my direction. “We’re trying to talk Iris into getting a piercing as her rite of passage to Pins.”
Well shit. Before there was medical insurance, there was a piercing.
Dex looked over, sized me from the waist up since I was sitting down, and hummed.
“What about your—,” Blake started before Dex shot him a pointed look.
“Not happenin', bro.”
Whatever he was going to say I had a feeling wouldn’t be something I really wanted to know about, so I didn’t bother asking him to finish his sentence.
Dex focused in on me again, blue eyes bright against the tan skin of his face. “Belly button, babe.”
My belly button.
It wasn’t on my face. No one would see it unless I showed it to them, and if I took it out,the scarring would be so small no one would notice it.
But still. “Does it hurt?”
Dex seriously bit his lip but it was pointless. His mouth started curling upward in amusement. “I don’t think any of us would know from personal experience.”
I made a face. Smart ass again. “I’d hope not.”
“Every girl I’ve ever pierced hasn’t complained too much, Iris. I think your cartilage was more painful,” Slim explained. “Now if you were getting your nipple,” he bugged his eyes out, “Or something like your hood pierced, then I’d probably tell you not to do it until you did something easier first.”
“Uhh...where exactly does a hood piercing go?” I asked slowly, feeling naïve as I clenched my thighs together in perceived fear. I’d seen pictures of some non-traditional piercings and read things in novels that made me debate whether to grin or blush, but… I thought that was pretty rare.
His lazy grin was my answer. “Let's look it up,” he suggested.
I shouldn’t have done it. I shouldn’t have been curious enough to look, but I did. Slim leaned over the computer, quickly typing in a search that brought up page after page of different types of piercings.
The first few pictures were pretty PG. A single eyebrow, double eyebrow like Blake's, nose, tongue, labret, snake bites, the septum, nose bridge! The more Slim clicked through, the more I started to wonder whether I should be looking or running. There were nipple piercings on men and women, and then I saw the vagina.
A hood piercing. A vertical one, horizontal one, a deep one...I shuddered and like an idiot, put my finger over Slim’s to go to the next page.
Penis!
A dick popped out at me from thescreen. A hard dick with a piercing that curled from the urethra through the head.
“Holy shit,” I whispered, looking at the damn picture longer than I should have, crossing the line between appreciation and staring.
But it wasn’t over. I glanced at the picture right below it and saw rows of penises.
I gulped.
A long, incrediblythick one with a piercing straight through the head. Top to bottom. In print on the lower half it had “Apadravya” labeling it. One penis after another popped up on the screen. Pictures with words like frenum, dydoe, lorum, and pubic slapped me in the face—visually, not physically. Unfortunately, I would say since they were allimpressive...could an erectionbepretty?
Not that I had much experience to go off of but whatever.
My thighs clenched together, and I’m sure my eyes were nearly the size of the sun. I started huffing, a sign that I was going to regret the nervous words that were going to spill out of me. Words that cemented I was lonely in not just an emotional sense. “Do those help the man or the woman?"
