I grin. “I’m gettin’ there, Harper. I’m gettin’ there.”
Once again, I see fear on her face. Then, she beats it down. “Don’t you owe me something?” she finally says, breaking our stare-down.
“You name it, baby. I’ll give it to you.”
I smirk when she rolls her eyes. “You were supposed to tell me the real reason you got the tattoo on little Bart,” she answers. There’s a look of challenge in her eyes. It turns me on. I can’t deny that. Although, I was kind of hoping she’d forget about it. No man wants his girl to know how big of an idiot he was—and since I kicked her out of my room at the club, signs are pointing to the fact that I’m still an idiot.
I pull her close to me so that we can start dancing again. It’s mostly an excuse to have her in my arms. It does help, however, that I don’t have to look her in the eyes when she realizes how dumb I was … “Damn it,” I mutter.
“Hunter?”
“No man wants his girl to realize she could do much better than him,” I mutter, refusing to let her pull away.
“Just tell me,” she grumbles, but she relaxes against me.
I take a deep breath, which is filled with her strawberries and cream scent. It helps to relax me. “Fuck it,” I finally mutter, starting to feel like a pussy. “Mrs. Crumbly liked to use her teeth,” I exhale.
I feel her body tense and she shakes her head, tilting it back to look up at me. “Huh?”
“When giving a blow job. She used her teeth, biting on my dick.”
Beau’s eyes get big as saucers. “Shebityou?”
“Constantly. That’s why between her squeezing my balls and biting on my dick, I took forever to get where I needed to go,” I explain.
“And the danger tattoo?”
“Well, Mrs. Crumbly didn’t swallow because right at the big moment she bit me so hard that I yanked my cock out of her mouth in reaction—and a lot of self-preservation.”
“Oh my God …” she gasps.
“The problem was she had a tight grip on my balls with her hand and a tighter one on my shaft with her teeth. When I yanked, she wouldn’t let go. So, the skin tore on my dick.”
“Oh, fuck.”
“Oddly enough, the easing of the pain helped my stupid teenage ass to push my orgasm through.”
She lets out a whistle making me grin, and she shares that with me. Her lips stretch out, her eyes light up and it’s a look that I know I’d love to see every fucking day of my life.
Yeah. I’m in deep.
“Then, her husband decided to make an entrance at just that crucial moment.”
“Yikes.”
“The tattoo covers the scar she put on my dick that day,” I finish explaining.
“You needed a reminder?” she laughs.
“Fuck, no. Considering I had to throw a paperweight at her husband’s head to get out of there. Not to mention I ran through the halls of my school with my dick flapping in the wind, covered in blood. I didn’t need shit to remember that day. I just didn’t want her teeth marking my dick the rest of my life. The tattoo is just a reminder that women are dangerous. Sometimes sex can leave you brainless enough to forget that.”
“Still, it’s kind of a lame tattoo. If you’re going to go for it, you should have had your whole dick tattooed, transforming it somehow into something masculine and dangerous.”
“Yeah? What would that be, Harper?”
“You could have tattooed a horse’s head in your groin area and?—”
“A horse’s head? Like one of the seven horsemen of the Apocalypse?”
