I rolled over and buried my face in the crook of my arm, embarrassed by my own desires. She nudged my ribs. “You totally do, you hungry little breeder. He gave you baby fever and now it’s all you can think about.”
“Is not,” I protested, but my fantasies said otherwise. “It’s just, he makes me feel safe. I can finally imagine having a child without coming up with a hundred reasons why not.”
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s biological. But don’t you have an implant?”
“Yes. I was thinking about having it removed.” I dared a glance at her, and she smiled wide.
“I think that’s a spectacular idea. Get him to knock you up and that house in the mountains is yours.”
“Not like that, Monica,” I said with a huff. “He’s not a mark or a john. He’s a good man and he deserves someone who can make him happy.”
“I’ll be the judge of that. And I only meant that a baby is a good way to catch a man.”
“Catch one maybe, but not to keep one, especially if he doesn’t want it. I always said I’d only have kids if I was with a loving partner in a loving home. I don’t want to do to some innocent child what my parents did to me.”
She reached out and pet my hair, and it reminded me of so many long nights where we’d huddled together in our drafty, rat-infested apartment and dreamed of something better for us both.
“You’ll be a great father, Skylar, whether you do it alone or with someone else. Now, I think we should drink to you finally getting rid of that no-good, two-timing prince and his bitchy-ass mother. Congrats for coming out here and really taking the bull by the horns.”
I shook my head at her terrible pun.
“Seriously, babe, you hit the bullseye with this one,” she continued. “You’ve proven there’s more than one way to be full of bull.”
“Monica, enough,” I protested as we both dissolved into giggles.
We drank a little more, then took a break from the sun. I put away Monica’s many belongings while she set up her tattoo kit. When we were both mostly sober, I laid out on my belly on my second bed and Monica sat beside me and worked her magic. I shivered and sweated under the slow burn of her tattoo gun as it passed over my spine and the muscles of my lower back. When she’d finished, we closed the curtains and she angled her mirror so I could see my newest tattoo glowing in the dark: two bullhorns just beneath the base of my wings where Hiero might see them when he bred me from behind. My wings quivered, anticipating the next time my Daddy gave me the “ass-up” order. Would he like it? Was it too much?
“You finally got your tramp stamp,” Monica said, satisfied with her work. “If that doesn’t say, ‘I’m into you,’ I don’t know what does.”
“I love it,” I said, turning this way and that to admire it.
“I bet you do, you little slut. Now, no more stalling. It’s time for me to meet this minotaur with a cock of mythic proportions who has captured your tender heart. Let’s talk outfits…”
Chapter eighteen
Hiero
It was Goth Nightat the bar, and Skylar and his friend Monica made quite the entrance wearing matching fishnet stockings that ended at their high-cut leather thongs. Monica wore a black conical bra-thing while Skylar wore a leather harness across his toned chest, his exposed nipples like two targets drawing me in. His eyes were dramatically drawn, with pale powder on his face and ruby red lips. His raven hair was pulled back in a single tight braid that trailed down his back and with the sides of his head recently shaved, he looked both hot and edgy. He was sex on a stick, and my blood flowed mightily southward, all of my senses attuned to my slutty, gorgeous boy.
“Hi, Daddy,” he said, a little breathlessly as he leaned over the bar to give me a peck on the lips.
“Hi, baby, you are looking fine as ever.”
“Thank you,” he said with a cautious smile. “This is my friend, Monica.”
Monica daintily extended her hand and I shook it.
“Nice to meet you, Monica. Welcome to Church. Drinks are on me tonight.”
“Youarea gentleman,” she purred. She was tattooed all over, everywhere but her face. Where Skylar’s tattoos were a light silvery color and mostly patterns and designs, hers were of flora and fauna, inked in all the colors of the rainbow and decorating every inch of her caramel-colored skin.
“What’d you guys do today?” I asked.
“Hung out by the pool. Monica gave me a new tattoo,” Skylar said.
“Oh yeah? Can I see it?”
“You’ll have to find it first,” he teased, stirring my pot even more. It had been almost twenty-four hours since I’d last had him, and it would be at least that many more before I’d have him again. I needed to pace myself and give him some room to breathe. I’d already decided to do just that when Skylar’s gaze caught mine, and he must have seen my lust blooming because he said very intentionally, “Do you need me in the back for a few minutes, Daddy?”
