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I inwardly shudder. Fuck that shit.
“How long does it take to…you know, be back in business?”
Mouth agape, I stare at him. “You’re not actually considering this, are you?”
Oakley’s impulsive as hell, but this has to take the cake.
The guy laughs. “You should be able to fuck with a condom on in about four to six weeks.”
“Damn,” Oakley says. “That’s a long time.”
Tell me about it.
“So, which one of you does the piercings around here?”
Tattoo dude points to the girl at the counter. The same one Oakley was flirting with before.
Winking, she saunters toward a room in the back. “Ready when you are, soldier.”
Oh, hell. Trying to talk him out of it now is futile.
Oakley rubs his hands together, his gaze ping-ponging between Jace and I. “All right. Which one of you are coming with me?”
Jace motions to the tattoo machine that’s currently inking his skin. “I’m kind of busy.”
Oakley mock-punches my arm. “You’re on deck.”
The fuck I am. “I’m not watching someone put a hole through your wang.”
His face falls. “Come on, man. I need someone to hold my hand in case it hurts. I thought we were brothers from another mother?”
We are, but there are some things a man should never ever witness another man do. This is at the top of the list.
“I’ll do it.” Sawyer gets up from her seat. “Since Dylan’s taking her tattoo like a champ and doesn’t need me, I can go in there with you…if you want.”
“Thank you,” Oakley says. “Unlike Cole, you’re a true friend. However, I should probably warn you not to freak out.”
Sawyer and Dylan exchange a glance. “Why would I freak out?”
He smirks. “Let’s just say I’m blessed in that department, so you—”
“I’ll do it,” I interject.
The thought of Oakley dropping trou and whipping out his dick in front of Sawyer doesn’t sit well with me.
“Oh, now you want to step up and be a knight in shining armor,” Oakley muses. “Well, sorry, but I don’t accept—”
Grabbing him by the shoulders, I shove him toward the room in the back. “Quit yapping so we can get this shit over with, fucker.”