She moans as I drive into her. “I love the way you fuck me.” Her voice is raw and vulnerable, words barely intelligible.Almost there, sweetheart.
Gripping a handful of her hair, I jerk her head back, exposing her neck, and sink my teeth into the soft flesh near her shoulder. She comes, screaming my name, and her pussy flutters over my length, and I growl against her skin with a clenched jaw. Squeezing my eyes shut so I can focus, I make sure my next words come out in the correct order. “I love fucking you, Chaos.”
“Come inside me,” she begs. “Please.”
That goddamn word. I surrender to her without a fight, taking her trembling body and holding her tight against my chest. My cock pulses, flooding inside her. Her delicate hands cover mine, and our fingers intertwine.
We collapse into the covers, sweaty and tired.
“We”—she heaves a breath—“are so good at that.”
“We are,” I agree. I chuckle and sit up to check the time. Shit. “But we’re going to be late.”
She climbs out of bed with a smug smile on her face.
“Feeling proud of yourself?” I ask.
“Making my punctual boss late for work? Very.”
By the time I get to work, I’m already craving a nap. This morning wore me out, not to mention it’s the first day back to work since we returned from Bozeman, which feels like a week ago instead of a few days.
I slouch in one of the upholstered lobby sofas. “Hey, Frankie, who’s my first client today?” A yawn slips out before I can stop it. That shit needs to quit right now, or I’ll never make it through the day.
“Let me see . . .” With a few mouse clicks, she clears her throat. “Looks like you’ve got a frenum piercing with Kucera.”
Oh, that’s right, he’s coming in for his ladder.
Frankie puffs out her cheeks, then quickly releases them, cocking her head to the side. “Huh. That’s weird,” she mutters.
“What?”
“I dunno, the calendar shows Kucera on here twice . . .” She taps the keyboard a couple times. “Oh, never mind. Different Kucera.”
“Anna?” I ask.
Frankie nods, her tight black curls bobbing.
“Oh, yeah, I remember Casper mentioning something about a session with her this week . . . By the way, I love the curls you’re rocking today,” I add.
“Thanks!” she says with a bright smile. “Oh! I wanted to ask you what you thought about me getting a stud right here?” Her pointy bright-blue fingernail taps on her right nostril, and her eyes narrow. “Something delicate?”
Frankie has beautiful features, so she could pull off any piercing flawlessly. “Absolutely you can. We can do it during your break if you want?”
“Yeah?”
“For sure. Let me get you a tray to look at.” The excitement of giving my coworker and friend a nose piercing gives me a boost of energy. I pop out of my chair and head to the piercing bay. While I’m back there, I prep the small room for my first client, making sure my tools are laid out, along with the tray of barbell jewelry. I also select a couple trays of various stud jewelry for Frankie to consider while she’s at the front desk. She’s already familiar with the jewelry we offer since we frequently have artisans stop by Black Rabbit to show us new designs. Frankie is great at selecting unique pieces for us to carry, so I’m sure she already has an idea of what she wants.
When I return, Rhys and Micky Kucera are just entering the shop. I offer them a bright smile. “Today’s the day! How are you feeling?”
“Nervous,” Rhys says with a chuckle. Micky appears much more enthusiastic than her male counterpart.
I set the trays of studs on the front desk next to Frankie for after she finishes getting Rhys checked in, then chat with Micky for a bit while he fills out the consent and release form. She’s got a cool-as-hell cocktail lounge I’ve been to a handful of times, and it sounds like business is still booming over there.
When Rhys is finished, I bring them both back to the piercing room. Rhys takes a seat in the central chair, and Micky sits in one of the spectator chairs along the wall.
“So, we’re doing a frenum piercing today. It’s been a little bit since our consultation, but as you may remember, we’ll only do three bars today. We can mark and photograph your goals for additional bars so we have that on record for the future.”
“Can’t be the same number as Cam, he’s already giving me shit for riding his coattails.”
