Chapter 1
Noah looks down at his junk and I swear, I’ve never seen him look so sick.
Never in a million years did I think we’d be here about to do this. I mean, lying in a tattoo parlor amongst a bunch of needles isn’t exactly something new for Noah, but the fact that the needle he’s been staring at for the last ten minutes isn’t going to be used for a tattoo is kind of putting him on edge, and rightfully so.
I don’t know how we got here. Actually…I know exactly how we got here and it has a little something to do with Noah losing a bet that I never dreamed he’d lose. What I’m not wrapping my head around is the fact that he’s actually going through with this. He’s a man of his word, but where his junk is involved? I figured he’d be on his knees, begging me to go easy on him or to at least give him another shot at the bet.
But nope, he’s laying here in front of some woman, with his dick hanging out, waiting for her to pierce a metal bar right through it.
Shit. I feel sick for him. I don’t think I can watch this.
The woman, Tiny, who’s covered head to toe in tatts is the woman whom Noah has come to for all his tattoos. They’ve spent many, many hours together and he insists that if he’s going to trust anyone to do this; then it’s going to be her.
Tiny laughed when she saw Noah walk through the door and asked what he was getting tattooed as though spontaneous visits weren’t something new for him. When he explained that he was here for a very different reason, she hardly batted an eyelash and stated that she knew he’d start on the piercings sooner or later. Though, she was surprised that he was starting with his dick. After all, most guys don’t quite jump in the deep end like that; they tend to start with a nipple piercing.
Not my Noah, if he’s going to do something, he’s going to go all out. Go big or go home, right?
Tiny turns around to face him and I watch with a smirk as Noah carefully studies her gloved hands. She has a marker and he seems to relax just a smidge as she steps towards him and gets her first real look at what she’s working with.
Tiny nods and looks a little longer than necessary as she appreciates what Noah’s got going on. “Damn,” she says, giving me a congratulatory grin. “Good job, girl.”
I can’t help but puff my chest out, extremely proud of my achievements and decide not to call her out on appreciating my boyfriend’s body for far too long. I mean, totally unprofessional but I have a feeling that was something I should have expected considering what we’re here for. Besides, if it wasn’t for her, this masterpiece of a body would look very different. I guess I kind of owe her.
Tiny steps right up beside Noah and all the unprofessional shit goes right out the window. As she stares down at him, she pulls on her serious face. She’s here to do a job and now that her fun is over, she can get on with business. She uncaps the marker and puts a small dot on either side of his tip to use as a guide before stepping away to prepare the needle.
Noah’s eyes flash nervously to me and I laugh at how ghostly he appears. “It’s not too late to admit that you’re a pussy and back out.”
Noah scoffs as he props one hand behind his head, acting hard. “I ain’t no pussy,” he tells me, but the way his eyes nervously flick back to Tiny suggests otherwise. “Besides, I’m not stupid enough to back out and give you something to hold over me. This is happening.”
I laugh to myself as Tiny turns back around with the needle, ready to get this done. “Wait,” Noah panics. “Isn’t there still a hundred steps before…that?”
“Nope,” she says. “I could use a clamp, but that’s going to be uncomfortable and take longer. If I do it freehand, you’ll be done in less than thirty seconds.”
“Shit,” he sighs. “You better fucking do this right. If my dick falls off, I’m coming after you.”
Tiny steps up beside Noah once again and I find myself stepping into his other side, taking his hand and hoping that somehow calms my nerves. “Have I ever done you wrong?” Tiny scoffs with confidence.
Noah doesn’t respond and turns his head away as Tiny gets comfortable. She places the things she needs down on a sterile pad before taking hold of his junk.
I can’t look away. It’s like watching a horror movie. You can’t look away even though you know you should.