Uncaged (An MMA Stepbrother Romance) (3 page)

Even worse?
He
sees it in my eyes.

“Oh, don’t worry, Pen, she’s not my type. You are.”

“Please go away.”

“Come on, sis,” he whispers conspiratorially.

“Don’t call me that. It’s Penny. And I’m not your sister.”

“Stepsister.”

“No! Not yet I’m not.”

Pierce grins. “I read up about it on the internet, the cock piercing, I mean. They say there can be complications, but that it’s unlikely.”

“There can,” I tell him. I’m leaning back on my stool now, and clasping my hands in front of me, elbows on my knees, hoping I look as irritated as I feel. “But it’s unlikely as long as you take good care of it.”

“What happens if I don’t?”

“Infection is most likely, but a relatively low risk. Urine cleans the cut somewhat.”

“How big is the risk?” he asks. His face grows serious. I can’t tell if he’s still messing around or not. Sometimes he’s so hard to read.

“What do you think, idiot? You’re sticking a ten-gauge metal ring through the skin on the base of your penis, and passing it
into
your urethra. It’s not exactly something the body is used to, so of course there’s a risk.”

“Ah.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “With as much as you like to talk about and use your prick, are you sure it’s one you’re willing to take?”

“That’s why I want you to do it. I trust you. I know you and Tina run a clean shop.” He grins. “Also, you know how to handle my ju—”

“This is Tina’s shop, not mine.” I focus on my vials of ink instead of him. “And she doesn’t do piercings here.”

“What’s the difference? Your shop, her shop… why not branch out? Attract a new clientele.”

Now my patience has officially been torn to tatters. “What is this really about, huh? Do you
really
want a Prince Albert, or are you just trying to find some new way to annoy me? Especially after everything that happened? You’re going to do
this
to me now?”

I’m huffing, really on the verge of just losing it, but he just laughs it off. It’s insanely infuriating. He flops down into the reclined chair, let’s out a sigh, and puts his arms up, gripping onto the top edge. It creaks beneath his weight.

His tight t-shirt strains against his body. He’s a heavy guy; all muscle, whipcord tight. He said he was close to two-hundred pounds at six-two.

“You can’t just come into my place of work and harass me like this, Pierce. I thought we moved past this immature posturing.”

“Hey,” he says, feigning innocence. “I’m a client.”

“You’re not booked for today.”

“I want an unscheduled consultation.”

“On dick piercings?” I cry, slapping my thighs with frustration. “You’re really annoying the shit out of me, and Tina is going to be back from lunch at any moment. You’re going to get me in trouble!”

Pierce levels his eyes at me, except now they’ve gone hard. “You left this morning without saying bye. You were cold and distant all night last night.”

“And this is how you address that, is it?” I ask, scowling at him. I throw the tattoo machine down onto my equipment tray, and fold my arms across my chest. “You said we’d talk about it last night. You said we’d talk about what happened. Don’t you think we need to talk about it?”

He raises his eyebrows, challenging me. “It takes two to fuck, which is all you seemed to want to do.”

I feel my temperature rising. “I
told
you not to do that fight. I
told
you that you were getting mixed up with the wrong people. It was too close!”

Unbelievably, he just shrugs. He’s silently saying
whatever
.

“It would be nice if you took responsibility for once.”

“Responsibility?” he asks, eyes narrowing. “You know why I had to do that fight!”

“Right, of course. How could I forget? Look at you! You’re all fucked up.” I point at the eight stitches in the cut above his eye. I then look down at his foot. “They fucking shot you in the foot, Pierce. What the hell are you even doing walking around?”

“I’m fine.”

“Oh? Didn’t the doctor tell you to stay off your foot?”

“Fuck the doctors.”

“What about your fractured rib? All the bruises on your body? The black one on your thigh?”

“It’s not like you were worried about that last night.” He licks his lips. “While you were screaming my name… scratching my back.”

The image of his hot, sweaty body pressed up against mine, his hips thrusting into me, flashes through my mind. I scowl at him.

“You’re losing me, Pierce. I’m telling you, I’ve had it up to here. I’m ready to walk away.”

“No you’re not,” he says, and he gets up off the chair. It creaks and cracks again. He’s comes to me, closes the distance fast in just two hard strides.

I put my hands out, but he moves them aside, turns me around, and wraps me up from behind. He buries his nose into my neck and inhales.

“God, you smell sexy.”

I feel a pang of self-consciousness. The last time I showered was yesterday morning, and we got very sweaty the night before. If only I hadn’t overslept!

“Pierce…”

“Pen,” he says, and I don’t fail to notice his right hand sidling ever lower over my belly.

“
Pierce
,” I hiss. “Not here, not now!”

He takes my earlobe into his mouth, gives it a nibble. Goosebumps explode all over my body, and still his hand is creeping ever lower.

“Why not?” he asks. “There’s construction on the road. Traffic is bad. Tina won’t be back for a while.”

“Tina
walks
,” I say, my voice barely a whisper. “And she’ll fire me if she catches us. This is unhygienic.”

“Well, you
can
be pretty dirty.” Before I can reply, he lowers his voice, and says: “I need to taste you.”

“Pierce.”

“Right now. I’m going to make you come.”