Carver shook his head in his hand. “Woman, you’re going to be the death of me.”
I giggled and took a seat on the couch.
“I’ve done them before. My focus is always on the metal, not the—” Grant cleared his throat. “I won’t look at nothin’ I don’t need to look at.”
“How do I do this? Do I lay back?” I was already in one of Car’s button-downs. Only one of his button-downs. Sans pants. Probably another whoopsie on my end for my husband to walk in with me like this and his friend standing right there.
Grant may have been right about Car wanting to murder him.
“You’ll sit on my lap, Ly,” Carver ordered, already settling in next to me on the couch. Next thing I knew, I was in his lap, his palms cupping the insides of my thighs, spreading me wide. His thumbs stroked my sensitive skin as he tsked. “Already without panties, sweetheart?” he whispered against the shell of my ear. “I should fuck you and make him watch so he knows that you’re mine.”
I jabbed my elbow back, hitting his side. “You’ve already made it quite clear to everyone in this town who I belong to.”
“I have no dreams of dyin’,” Grant added, stepping around, doing exactly as he said he would and keeping his focus on my husband. “Ready?”
“Yep,” I answered instantly.
“You are aware this will hurt like a bitch, right?”
“She’s well-the-fuck aware,” my husband replied.
“Hold her legs apart more.” Grant sat in the chair he’d pulled from the dining room. “Don’t let them snap shut.”
Grant kept a methodical face as he shifted to look down, but still, the growl from Carver’s chest rumbled through mine. “You look anywhere else, I’ll shoot you. I don’t care that you’re my best friend.”
“You fuck with this piercing job and I’ll shoot you right back.”
“You’d already be dead, asshole.”
Grant’s lips barely moved as he replied, “Says you. Now shut the fuck up so I can focus.”
Seconds later, a tight pinch sent shivers up my spine, and my nipples tightened. Carver’s thumb stroked my relaxed thighs while one hand traveled up, covering my mouth just before a moan tried to escape.
“You like how it feels?” Car’s hand didn’t move from my mouth, so I hoped my glance at him would answer for me.
“Almost…there, and…done.” Grant leaned back, his eyes solely on his tools. “See you both tonight.”
Heat flooded my cheeks as Grant stood from his chair and started putting his things back into his bag.
“You’re bein’ bad, little Ly.” My husband’s sharp tone rang through the walls as Grant shut the door behind him. “I hope you’re pleased with yourself.”
I pushed back against him, sighing. “Very.”
He groaned as he shifted me by my hips, his cock hard against my ass while he looked down at me from over my shoulder. “Spread your pretty little legs. Let me see.”
I did as he said, leaning back more to give him a better view. His growl of approval was all I needed.
“Metal really is the hottest fucking thing on you, sweetheart.” He kissed my neck, dipping his hand between us to pop his jeans. “Now let me give you that proper birthday present before we have to go.”
Carver
10 Months Later
“You in here?”
“In the back!” Lyra shouted, her voice distant but closer than I thought I’d ever hear in this place.
A full year had gone by since I’d forced her to sign a contract. Since I made her my wife and made her agree to staying with me for thirty whole days in the hopes that she’d squirm under the pressure.
