But I did want something. I wanted him. The mess of his hair was perfect, the lean lines of him pleasing to the eye. His tattoos were hot, patterns and hearts and stars over tight muscle. He wet his lips, and I caught sight of chrome. A tongue bar. I wondered how it would feel against my clit, and the thought shocked me. The extent of my attraction to Rick shocked me.
“You said you had piercings, you didn’t say which.”
He poked his tongue out, showing it in its full glory. “Tongue, nipples.” He paused. “Cock.”
Excitement fizzed. “You have your cock pierced?”
He grinned. “You could say that.”
I forced my mind back to Carl. No favouritism, as per the rules. “And Carl, does he?”
He shook his head. “No, he’s a blank canvas, not even a hint of a piercing. How about you?”
“Only my ears.”
I couldn’t stop thinking about Rick’s cock. About the piercings, and the tats, and the glint of chrome in his mouth.
He stubbed his cigarette in the ashtray. “Better go back in.”
I nodded, but took his wrist as he made to pass. “How many times have you done this?”
“Women?” He stared at me. “Five from Sugar Daddy. A few before it.”
Wow! “None of them worked out?”
“Some.” He looked through the window, checking for Carl. “One we really liked. It’s a long story.” He moved his hand, took my fingers in his. “None of them worked out, no.” He smiled and moved closer, and my breath stopped as his mouth paused just an inch from mine. “I’m pleased they didn’t, though, to be honest.”
“You are?”
His body touched to mine, fingers trailing up my back, and it was scorching. Chemistry. Fucking chemistry.
“I’m really pleased they didn’t,” he said. “Because not one of them made me feel half as excited as you have since you walked through our door.”
I willed him to kiss me, just to feel the warmth of his mouth on mine, just to see. Just to feel. Just to squash the nerves, and the tension and the excitement. But he didn’t.
“Carl will be waiting,” he said.
I could see them through the window. Enough of them to know Rick had the hots for Little Miss Horsey.
It made me smirk to myself. Rick, with his heart on his sleeve. Literally as well as figuratively. His tattoos were full of them. Hearts and stars and weird patterns.
I wondered if he’d kissed her yet.
The flush on their faces as they came back inside made me consider it, but no. We have boundaries, and Rick sticks to them.
Trust.
It means everything.
I refilled Katie’s glass, and she chugged another load back as though it wasn’t vintage. I liked that about her already. She lacked any kind of pretence. She was spirited, and free. Classy, without being stuck up.
A body to fucking die for.
And a sparkle in her eyes that made it clear she wanted this.
Correction. A sparkle in her eyes that made it clear she wanted Rick. They always wanted Rick. Rick is fun, and sexy, and puts people at ease. Me not so much.
I could live with that. I didn’t give a shit about that. But I did give a shit about time. Six months was too long to wait, six months was wasted time, a stupid dance that could lead to a fat pile of frustration.
Six months was unacceptable.
I needed to know she could deliver, and I needed to know a fuck of a lot quicker than six bastard months.
Rick wiggled his eyebrows at me, and Katie was attached to him, her hand in his. They’d be fucking already if I wasn’t here, and I knew it.
“Have you eaten?” I asked, and she nodded.
“I grabbed something before I came over.”
“Do you need to call anyone, let them know you’re still in one piece?”
She shook her head. “I’m all good. Mum’s at work. I’m a big girl, she doesn’t worry about me.”
“She’s your mother. Mothers worry.” I raised an eyebrow.
“I’ve never given her cause to worry,” she said. “This is way above my usual level of crazy.”
“You’re quite safe,” I said. “A risk that paid off.”
“Yeah.” She smiled, but her eyes were on Rick. “It did.”
Drink always makes conversation so much easier. I kept my head, holding back on the wine while Rick knocked back the beers, and Katie loosened up on a couple of glasses of red. I let them talk, and I watched. I always watch.
Rick told her about graphic design, and made her laugh about some of his