Page 63 of Their Wicked Ways

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Page 63 of Their Wicked Ways

“You are.” Wes’s smile did things to my insides it had no business doing. “I’ve noticed that too. How a lot of people seem coupled up because it’s easier to stay with someone you don’t hate than it is to find someone you love.”

“That’s pretty much every couple I know back home,” I mused.

Ez tipped his wrist to look at his watch. “I’m going to hit the men’s room. We should probably head over to the shop after.”

Pulling out my phone, I checked the time. Twenty minutes until my appointment. Nerves tickled my chest and stomach.

“Still want to do this?” Wes asked as Ezra slipped out of the booth and headed to the back of the restaurant. “You look nervous.”

“I don’t like needles,” I confessed. “I want it, I’m just freaking out about the actual piercing part.”

“From what Ez told me, the worst part of the whole process is the needle being right there in your face so you can’t look away or anything.”

“Noah said the same thing. And my friend Chanel told me I have to report back to her to let her know if it’s true before she’ll get one.”

He grinned. “I made Ez do the same with his nipple piercings. He had to get them done first and tell me how bad it was.”

“Ez has his nipples pierced?” Something that wasn’t nerves tickled my stomach. I’d always loved nipple piercings on both men and women.

Wes’s grin went lustful. “We both do.”

“What?” I gaped at him. “I didn’t see that when…”

“We don’t wear them when we go to the club or when we’re doing physical labor. The threat of having them ripped out is enough to make me extremely picky about when I put mine in, and Ez indulges my fears and doesn’t wear his when I don’t.” He tilted his head, that too-sexy grin still tilting his lips. “You like them?”

I nodded, my neck hot under my collar. “I was thinking of getting mine done at some point.”

“Yeah?” Wes licked his bottom lip and flicked his gaze to my chest.

Was he flirting with me?

No. Obviously not. I was just all hot and bothered because I was picturing them with their piercings in, and it was scrambling my brain.

“If my nose isn’t too bad,” I said, barely hearing myself as he continued to stare at me like he was picturing me naked. “And I make it through the appointment without fainting.”

“We’ll hold your hands and get you through it.”

“You don’t have any ink?” I asked. Hopefully I could stop picturing my friends naked if we changed the subject.

“Nope. I’m horribly indecisive. I can’t even change my haircut without regretting it. I want to get some eventually, but not until I know for sure what I want.”

“That’s my issue with them too. I want one, but I have no idea what I want. Every time I think I know, I change my mind a few weeks later.”

“Ready?” Ez asked, sidling up to our table.

“We didn’t pay.” I looked around for our server.

“I took care of it on my way to the men’s room.”

“What’s my share?” I reached into my pocket for my phone to Venmo it to him.

“Nothing.” He stepped back so Wes and I could get out of the booth.

“Are you sure?”

He nodded. “Tonight is a celebration. You don’t buy your own dinner when you’re celebrating.”

“Thanks.” My stomach did that flip-flopping thing again.




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