Blaze (Men of Inked: Heatwave Book 4) Page 2

  Jett looks over Gigi’s shoulder. “Only if Lily’s coming,” he says, staring straight at me.

  I blink like I’m in a trance or daydreaming, trying to wrap my head around what he’s saying. Maybe I’m imagining things. Why in the world would the town hottie want me there? I’m about as fun as watching paint dry on the walls. I know it too, and I’ve accepted my blandness.

  “She’s totally coming,” Gigi answers for me.

  “Maybe she has a date or something,” he says.

  Gigi snorts. “Lily doesn’t date.”

  “I date.” I give Gigi the death glare.

  “Oh. Okay,” she laughs, rolling her eyes in my direction. “Are you free this weekend?”

  I don’t answer right away as I stare at Jett, our eyes locked and my body beginning to overheat. “I think so.” I shrug, trying not to commit to anything in case I chicken out.

  Gigi hugs Jett one more time. “We’re doing this, and it’s going to be epic.”

  “Yeah,” Jett says as Gigi wraps her arms around him, but his eyes are on me.

  “I better start prepping,” I say, stepping backward toward the piercing room. “So much to do.” I smile nervously, feeling the heat of his gaze.

  “What are you doing at Inked?” she asks him when I turn my back, almost running away from them.

  “I’m getting a Prince Albert.”

  Gigi gasps. “No. Fucking. Shit. Are you shittin’ me?”

  “I never joke about my dick, sweetheart.”

  Once inside the small room, I close the door, plastering myself against the cool metal for support. I can do this. It’s just a penis. I’ve seen so many at this point, I’ve lost count. What’s another one, right?

  2

  Jett

  Lily hasn’t looked me in the eye since the moment I stepped foot in this room. She’s busied herself with getting supplies, prepping a small table nearby, and hyperventilating.

  “What made you drop out?” I ask. I’m trying to get her mind off whatever’s making her have a mini panic attack and the fact she’s about to put a hole in my cock.

  I don’t know why I thought today was the day to get the piercing, but as I drove by Inked, I figured it was as good a day as any. I’d wanted the piercing for years but never could bring myself to do it.

  She stops moving, turns her head, and finally looks at me. “It just wasn’t right for me.”

  I jerk back my head like her words slap me. “You were always a good student, though. The smartest girl in the whole school.”

  There wasn’t anyone who could beat Lily in a debate. The girl was on fire when she put her brains on full display. Senior year, I snuck into the debate team matches more than once to watch her in action, but I made sure I left just as quietly so she’d never know.

  She blushes as she moves her gaze back to the supplies in her hands. “I know I’m a nerd, but that doesn’t mean I was happy in college. I realized I was going to medical school to make my parents happy and not because medicine was my passion.”

  “You’ve got to do what brings you joy.”

  “I know.”

  “And you’re not a nerd, sweetheart.”

  “I am.” She sighs, running her fingers over a package with the biggest needle I’ve ever seen. “But it’s sweet of you to say I’m not.”

  I reach out and grab her wrist, stopping her from moving. “I’ve never seen a nerd as beautiful as you.”

  The blush on her cheeks moves down, coating her neck. “You’re such a flirt, Jett, and a shit liar.”

  I love a girl who doesn’t know how pretty she is. So many women I’ve been with were vain, spending more time on their looks than anything else. Lily barely wore makeup in high school and still doesn’t, besides a little lip gloss and mascara.

  “One thing I don’t do is lie, Lily.”

  “You don’t have to flirt with me. I’m a sure thing,” she says, her eyes widening as she stops breathing.

  The smile on my face is immediate.

  God, she’s so freaking beautiful. I know she wasn’t talking about sex, but the look on her face says she knows exactly how it sounded. “Relax,” I tell her, leaning back in the chair, trying to be cool when I’m nothing but a ball of nerves.

  I’ve been in some crazy situations in my life. The military isn’t for the faint of heart. But never, and I mean never, have I been this nervous.

  My penis is like my best friend who’s never failed me, and now, I’m about to put another hole in him at the hands of a newbie? I’ve got to be fucking mental.

  But it’s Lily, right? If there was ever a newbie in the world to trust your most valuable treasure to, it would be her.

  While most boys were daydreaming about slutty porn stars, I was getting busy thinking about my favorite bookworm and her flowing brown hair and those haunting blue eyes. I had it bad for Lily, but she was always too young, too aloof, and way too good for me to ever really have a shot.

  “Are you sure you want to do this?” she asks, sitting on the small stool between my legs. “I mean, this is drastic and painful as hell.”

  I suck in air between my teeth as she talks about the pain, something I’ve been telling myself is a myth. But, this is my cock, and jamming a needle through it is going to suck. “I’m sure.”

  “We’re ready, then,” she whispers, glancing away from me. “You can either pull your pants down or remove them completely. Whatever you’re more comfortable with.”

  In all the fantasies I’ve had about Lily, this was not one of them. I never thought the first time she saw my dick, we’d be in a cold, sterile room, and never would she be fully clothed.

  “I can take them off,” I say, never having been shy about my body. There is no point in keeping my pants on. She is going to see my dick anyway. She is going to touch it too. Shit. I didn’t think this through. What if… I shake my head. “Lily.”

  “Yeah?”

  “What happens if I…” I swallow, not able to say the words.

  There’s no way I can have her so close, with her hands on me, and not get hard.

  No fucking way.

  She blinks, looking sweet, innocent, and completely delicious. “If you what?”

  I peer down, staring at my crotch. “What if I get… hard?”

  Her smile is immediate, and so is the redness in her cheeks. “It won’t be a problem,” she tells me.

  I groan. “No, I’m being serious. What if you touch me, and I get hard?”

  She giggles like I’m crazy. “I’m sure that’s not going to happen.”

  She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m already fighting an unwinnable battle. “Trust me, it will.”

  “If it does, I can work with it. It wouldn’t be the first time. I know penises often have a mind of their own.” She pats my leg. The gesture is innocent enough but has the opposite effect than she’s going for. It doesn’t comfort me but sends the wrong signals straight to my dick. “Just take off your pants so I can see what I’m working with and can start making out on it.”

  I jerk my head back, and my penis gets even more excited. “What?” I choke.

  “Jesus. Marking on it,” she says quickly, squeezing my knee so tight, her knuckles turn white. “I’m so sorry. When you’re around, I swear I turn into the biggest idiot and my words get all jumbled. You make me so nervous.”

  I slide my hand over hers, covering her fingers as I study her. “I make you nervous?”

  She nods and glances down, avoiding my eyes. “You always have.”

  “Lil, there’s nothing to be nervous about around me. You’ve known me your entire life. We’re friends. Always have been, always will be. If you can’t be yourself around me, who can you be yourself around?”

  “Maybe,” she whispers. “But you’ll always be one thing I’m not.”

  “Which is?” I squeeze her fingers, trying to get that beautiful pout off her face.

  She peers up, her eyes twinkling as they lock with mine. “Cool.”


  I chuckle, wishing I could wrap her in my arms and kiss away the pout. “When you’re as pretty as you, Lil, cool doesn’t matter.”

  She rolls her eyes and pulls her hand out from under mine, ending whatever moment I was trying to have with her. “Would you like me to leave the room while you undress?”

  “You’re going to have to look at my cock sometime, babe. Might as well stay for the grand unveiling.”

  She sucks in a breath, her beautiful breasts jutting out, making the entire situation in my pants worse. I have to think about something shitty to keep my cock under control. Something so horrible, my boner will have no choice but to fuck right off. “Just talk to me while I do it. Keep my mind off what you’re about to do.”

  She nods like she understands, but she really has no idea. She’s always been clueless with me. No matter how many times I flirted with her, she never caught on. Not because she’s stupid, Lily’s smart, but because she never thought I was serious. “So, are you living back home with your parents?” she asks.

  I stand, moving my hands to the waistband of my sweatpants. “For now. I’m trying to find a place, but everything is either full or too expensive for me to afford on my own until I find a job.”

  “Me too,” she says as she watches my hands like she’s waiting with bated breath for whatever she’s about to see. “Gigi and Tamara have a two-bedroom, and I crash there when Tam’s at school. But I want to find something more permanent.”

  “We should move in together. We can share the rent and be roommates,” I blurt out as I push my pants down my thighs, giving her nothing but a face full of dick.

  She stares right at my junk, blinking slowly and breathing shallowly again. “Are you freaking kidding me?” she says softly.

  “About living together?” I shake my head. “I need to get out of my parents’ place. It’s been a day, and I’m already climbing the walls. You need a place. I need a place. What could be more perfect?” I say all this with my cock out, waving at Lily like the slut he is.

  She peers up, biting the corner of her lip, making my boner worse, before she glances back at my dick. “This is a lot to take in.”

  She’s freaking killing me. I don’t know if she’s talking about my dick or my idea. “Which part?”

  “All of it.” She waves her hand toward my crotch. “Your cock is big, no shocker there. But damn, the bend.” She swallows, blinking a few times while I hold in my laughter. She suddenly pales, covering her face with her hands. “Did I just say that out loud?” she mutters into her palm. “Oh God, I did. Let me die. Someone kill me now.”

  I want to comfort her, but if I take one step closer, my cock won’t just be waving, he’ll be tapping her on the cheek. “I like that you don’t have a filter, Lily. It’s refreshing.”

  So many of the women I’ve dated expect me to be a mind reader. But Lily’s inability to hold in her thoughts is intriguing and could be a ton of fun. This is the first time she’s expressed any real interest in me, even if it’s only when she’s face-to-face with my other head.

  Her face is still hidden behind her palms as her shoulders roll forward until her elbows are on her knees. “I can’t live with you. I would be a constant mess, blurting out crazy things. I’d annoy you within a day.”

  “You could never annoy me.” I toe off my tennis shoes, followed by yanking down my sweatpants to my ankles. From the waist down, I’m buck naked, standing in front of the hottest chick I’ve ever known and have never had. Funny how life works out like that. “Just think about it.”

  “Oh, I am,” she murmurs, still hiding her face. “Thinking long and hard.”

  “You’re fucking killing me, babe,” I laugh, shaking my head as she stays hidden behind the safety of her hands.

  What the fuck am I doing, asking her to move in with me? Talk about a hot mess.

  Not her, but me.

  I could never bring a woman home with Lily in the house, feeling like I’d be cheating even though we weren’t a couple. And with Lily, if she ever brought a guy home, I’d want to punch him in the face at the very least.

  “Maybe I should come back when your dad’s here.”

  Lily’s back straightens, and her hands fall away from her face as her eyes snap to mine. “I can do this. Trust me, it’ll be worse if he’s around. Imagine me holding your cock with my dad breathing down my neck, watching my technique, critiquing me on the job I’m doing.”

  But then I wouldn’t have to worry about the boner I can’t seem to get to go down, not even at the mention of her father watching the entire thing. “It would be awkward,” I tell her.

  She motions toward the table before turning to grab a pair of gloves from the tray. “Just lie down. We’ll go slow, make sure you’re comfortable with everything before I do anything irreversible.”

  I climb up, happy to have a moment where she’s not eye level with my dick, and chastise myself for being a complete idiot. We should move in together. What a freaking moron. In what world would that work out? Not mine. That much is for sure.

  When she comes to stand next to me, she looks like an angel bathed in light. “Tell me where you’ve been for the last five years while I figure out exactly where we’re placing this and make marks to see if you’re satisfied. After that, we’ll begin, but not until you’re completely comfortable.”

  I nod and close my eyes because, dear God, I can’t watch her touch my dick. I can’t. There’s no way I’d make it through the next however many minutes seeing her fingers on me. “After boot camp and A School,” I start to say and nearly rocket off the table as her latex-covered fingers touch my cock.

  “Relax. You’re in good hands,” she says in a soothing tone, holding the head of my penis between her fingers. “I promise to give you my best.”

  I exhale, thinking back on my time in the service, pulling from my bank of awful memories to get my mind off my cock, and Lily too. “I was stationed in San Diego. I did two deployments…”

  “Where did you go?” Her warm breath skids across my skin when she speaks, making my boner rock hard.

  I sneak a peek, seeing her tongue poking out from between her lips and her luscious mouth so close to my dick, it takes everything in me to keep my hands to myself. “Middle East and Asia. Never spent any real length of time in any one place, though.”

  “Sounds exciting.”

  Not as exciting as this. “It was okay. It’s not everything they promise. Join the Navy, see the world. Biggest bunch of horseshit I’ve ever heard.” I clench my fist, bearing down like I’m in physical pain because Lily’s touching my junk, which is something I’ve always daydreamed about, but never like this.

  The sensation of the marker against my cock is a cruel form of torture. I concentrate on my breathing, not because I’m scared, but because I’m turned on. “I think this is the best placement based on the slight curve of your penis. Open your eyes and tell me what you think.”

  “Lily?” I crack open an eye and stare at her.

  “Yeah, Jett?” She smiles, giving me her eyes.

  “Can you let go before I look?” I hold my breath, knowing if I look and see her hands around my dick, I’m liable to do something stupid.

  Her hand is gone immediately. “Sorry. Sometimes I get a little lost in what I’m doing. I just want this to be everything you want it to be.”

  “You can’t fuck it up,” I tell her, finally opening both my eyes. I lift myself up on my elbows, staring down at my dick instead of gawking at her. “What am I looking for?”

  She moves forward, reaching for my shaft before pulling her hands back. “May I please touch it?”

  Jesus. Do you know how many times I’d wanted to hear those words from her lips? I’d done some bad shit in my life, but I don’t know if any of it rose to the level to deserve this special kind of torture. Maybe it’s payback for the shitty way I treated most of the women I’ve slept.

  She blushes and peers down at the floor, rocking back on her heels. “I mean, show
it to you so I can explain the placement and the logistics.”

  “Go ahead. Touch away,” I tell her because, at this point, what’s the difference? My dick can’t get any harder.

  Feeling her hands on me with my eyes closed is very different from watching as her slender fingers touch my cock, wrapping around the tip. I suck in a breath as my body tightens, needing a release.

  She tips my cock back, almost flattening it against my belly. “The Prince Albert will come out here.” She swipes her fingertip over the underside of my cock, right where the small purple circle she drew is. “Is that good for you?”

  “It’s all good for me.” I collapse backward, the visual and soft caress of her fingers too much for me to handle.

  “Great. Just give me a minute to get new gloves and everything I’ll need, and we’ll be done in a jiffy.”

  I lie there for what feels like forever, waiting for Lily to come back. There’s the sound of metal moving and then the snap of the latex against her skin. I turn my head, staring at her backside, soaking in her long, tanned legs, wishing I could crawl between them and live there forever.

  “Ready?” she asks, turning with the biggest fucking tube of some sort and needle I’ve ever seen in her hands.

  “Uh.” I laugh nervously as my boner, which had been out of control, suddenly seems to fade. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

  “Just take a deep breath when I tell you to, and you won’t feel a thing. I’m going to be quick and make this as painless as possible.”

  She doesn’t know it, but the pain, the deep ache I feel isn’t about the hole she’s about to put in my cock, but because of her.

  “Now,” she says, gripping my dick. “Close your eyes. Think of something relaxing like the beach on a warm summer day. Now inhale—” she pauses for a moment, her sharp intake of breath matching mine “—and exhale.”

  I’m damn near hyperventilating when I finally close my eyes, picturing Lily in a tiny bikini, lying on the sand next to me as the waves crash nearby.