Just Good Friends (Cheap Thrills #5) - Mary B. Moore Page 0,3
wrapper in the trash as I walked around Garrett, I mumbled, “It’s a snake.”
The title on the listing had clearly said that was what it was. Snake they said—cum said the rest of the world.
And it was c-u-m because people who didn’t want to ask the question crudely today had decided that spelling it out was more polite.
“I’m not entirely certain a snake looks like that, jewelry or not. Did you check the description?” Garrett asked, leaning around me to get a closer look at my ear.
Sighing, I pulled my phone out of my pocket, navigating to where my orders were and hitting on the spe… snake purchase.
“Sterling silver, snake labret earring for cartilage piercings,” I read, sounding as bored as I could.
Rolling his eyes, he gestured at my phone impatiently. “Flick down to the actual description.”
“Yada, yada, yada,” I mumbled, skimming over how excellent the quality of silver was, how cute the little serpent was, the fact it was hypoallergenic and whatever other shit they—
Oh, those lying, dirty little bastards.
Seeing I’d hit on what he’d expected, Garrett rocked back on his heels with a grin on his face. “Well?”
“This little sperm will happily grace the ear of any wearer, regardless of their gender—”
“Awesome, a unisex cum tadpole,” he snickered, holding his hands up when I glared at him. “Please, continue.”
“The quality and amount of silver make it a hard-wearing—”
Garrett snorting as he looked down at his feet, shoulders shaking, interrupted me.
“—piece of jewelry. The flat back of the earring helps wearers with their comfort levels, as well as making sure it doesn’t get caught in hair or garments.”
A breathless wheeze sounded this time, and I growled at how the description sounded.
“This happy sperm will be the topic of conversation as he swims up the wearer’s ear, looking for a new hole to—” I lowered my phone, hitting the power button without finishing. “Know what, this is dumb. Okay, so I have a sperm swimming up my ear—”
“Technically, you have a hypoallergenic sperm in a hole in your ear,” he pointed out, his eyes shining as he held back his laughter.
Ignoring him, I finished, “But it could be worse, it could be…” I broke off, totally lost on an example of how much worse it could be.
“A vagina?” A deep male voice offered from inside the room we were standing outside of, making both of us turn to look inside.
There, handcuffed to a bed with a bandage covering one side of his face, was the biggest guy I’d ever seen—in every way possible. Literally, and by that, I mean that he was butt necked, barrel-chested, and had considerable girth all over. He was also covered in filth and grime and had a beard that hit halfway down his stomach with leaves tangled in it.
“Or a cock ‘n balls,” he added, the one eye visible looking to the side of the room. “Then again, you could put the cock first, in the next hole have the swimming cum, then have the vagina in the last hole. How many holes you got?”
“Uhh…” not sure what he meant by that, I took a step back and to the side, trying to hide behind Garrett. Only minutes ago, he’d been a pain in my ass, and now he was my human shield.
Reading my confusion correctly and ignoring my obvious discomfort, he clarified, “In your ear, girl.”
My hand raised without volition to the body part in question, and my finger went inside my ear, like that answered the question.
Rolling his eyes, big neanderthal man growled, “Piercings.”
Now that made more sense.
Leaning around Garrett, who was standing with his arms crossed in front of me, his muscles rigid as I leaned on him, I held up two fingers, and then for good measure, said the number out loud. “Two in each.”
In my defense, I wasn’t sure if he could see the fingers. Maybe he was short-sighted?
“Hmm, maybe just the sperm and vagina then,” he suggested.
Sighing, Garrett reached and put his arm around my back and pulled me into him, still facing the man. “As great as that suggestion is, maybe you shouldn’t make any more of them. Zuri’s here to take your blood for the doctor, not to discuss her piercings.”
“You were the one talking ‘bout how she had cum on her ear. I was just trying to find the silver lining,” he pointed out.
Leaving them to argue, I left to get the request from the doctor and then grabbed what I’d need to draw his blood.