“What’s your favorite movie?” I asked.
“Spooky or not?”
“Either.”
“The Strangers.”
“And your non-spooky movie?” I raised an eyebrow.
“There is none.” She grinned.
“Why do you like that movie so much?”
She relaxed as I stroked her hand with my thumb and closed her eyes.“The idea of a masked man coming in and tying me up, making me completely vulnerable to whatever he wants to do with me…” Her lips let out a small moan and then her eyes popped open. She looked over at Boogie, who was doing his best to ignore us.
“It’s okay.” I chuckled. “You can tell me all about your wildest fantasies. You like being tied up?”
“I don’t know. That’s all fictional. None of that ever happens in real life.”
It could be.
“I think you underestimate a man’s desire to please his woman.” I reached up and ran my thumb over the tip of her nipple. “Like right now, I’d do anything to spread your thighs and eat your pussy while he works, right here, right now.”
“Stop,” she gasped.
“Why? You afraid he’ll know how wet you’re getting in his chair? I don’t think he’d care.” I ran my hand along the inside of her thigh. “You want to come, princess?”
Rule 28 - Constantine
Let the dog live.
“Will you fucking stop?” Boogie took his foot off the pedal and sat up.
We both turned our heads to see the tattoo artist scowling. “You’re making her squirm.”
“Well, I guess that answers that.” I leaned back, satisfied that she was left flustered. It’d pay off later.I sat back and let my friend tattoo my wife in peace.
When Boogie had finished, she was hesitant to slip her shirt back on, afraid to irritate the sore skin.
“Here.” I reached for the shirt and pulled out my knife. Quickly, I cut the sleeves and tore them off.
“Hey! Oh,” she said as I shoved it over her head and helped her put her arm in the new larger hole. “Ah, it stings.”
I chuckled. “It will for a few weeks.”
We checked out, and I thanked Boogie by tipping him well.
“You want to get a drink or something?” I asked Eisley after we left.
“I could go for something.”We went to the bar from the other night. This pathetic little town didn’t have many options. We walked in with my hand around her waist and went straight to the bar, paying no attention to the booths behind us.We were handed our bottles when we both heard something that made us stop talking and listen.
“I can’t believe it. I mean, I do, now. But, like, who would have guessed?” a female gasped.
“I could have. She’s weird. No wonder she doesn’t date anyone.”
“Who wants to bet they knew each other in there?”
I recognized the last voice. It was her friend with the fake red hair. Emi.The look on Eisley’s face told me she recognized all three women’s voices.
