Chapter 4

Chapter

Four

TREY

As I walk back to Layton’s penthouse, I think about Gemma. She’s even more incredible than I imagined. She’s the full package. Sexy, smart, funny. Everything. Did I mention sexy? Even her conservative outfit couldn’t mask those curves.

I think I have exactly what she mentioned. Insta-love . It took every ounce of restraint in my body not to lean across the table, grab her gorgeous face, and kiss her. Her sultry, red-painted lips will be playing in my fantasies tonight. I’d kill to have that lipstick on my face.

I can’t mess this up. I want to learn everything about her and everything she needs before I make my move.

The one thing I know for sure is that I have to read all her books to understand the kind of men she likes. I quickly pull up my phone and type in her pen name. She’s written six books. Wow. I order them all on Amazon. They’ll be delivered to Layton’s place by tomorrow.

I’m staying there indefinitely. I have nearly four months until spring training in Florida starts. Layton has a ton of space and doesn’t care how long I live with him. He’s stayed with me in New York countless times.

About twenty minutes later, I walk into Layton’s enormous condo. He and Cheetah are sitting on the couch playing a video game. Without taking his eyes off the television, Cheetah asks, “How did it go? Are you a real-life Casanova now? Did you win the damsel in distress? Did you diddle the duchess? Did you bang the belle of Broad Street?”

I plop down on a chair next to them and sigh dreamily. “She’s perfect. I have insta-love.”

Cheetah chuckles while Layton appears confused. “What’s that?”

Cheetah answers, “A romance book trope. It’s short for instant love. You also have a case of the he falls first trope.”

I question, “What’s that?”

“Exactly what it sounds like. When the guy falls before the woman. Hard.”

I nod. “I definitely have a case of he falls first . She’s so fucking beautiful. Her lips and green eyes will be in my dreams tonight. The thickest natural lips I’ve ever seen.”

Cheetah does his best deep, big bad wolf voice, and bellows, “Moowahahaha. All the better to suck your dick with, my dear.”

I chuckle. “Something like that. Speaking of dicks, I need your help with something.”

Layton raises an eyebrow. “There will be no dick sucking. I’m letting you stay here indefinitely until you rope her in, but I have my friendship limits.”

I roll my eyes. “Not that, asshole. I think I want to get my dick pierced.”

Cheetah gives a knowing smile. “Chicks in romance novels love that. Half the books now have men with piercings.”

“Yep. I think real women like them too. Gemma does.”

“She told you that?” Layton asks. “It seems like a weird topic for a first date. ”

“It wasn’t a date, and no, she didn’t tell me, but I heard her on the phone with her friend. She said all women like men with pierced cocks, especially her.”

Layton shakes his head. “I can’t believe you’re willing to put extra holes in your dick for this woman. You just met her an hour ago.”

“She’s the one. I have zero doubts. I’ll do whatever it takes. She said women like grand romantic gestures. This will be my first for her. The first of many.”

The two of them laugh, thinking that I’m joking, but I’m not. Gemma Fairchild is the perfect woman, and I want her as mine. I’m willing to do whatever it takes.

I take a deep breath and nod my head toward his bar area. “I need whiskey before we go. There’s no way I can do this sober.”

After downing about half a bottle of whiskey and feeling very numb, we make our way to the dick-piercing store down on South Street. Layton and Cheetah downed the other half of the bottle, claiming that they couldn’t watch this sober.

We sit in the lobby area while browsing the piercing store’s brochure. I had no clue that there were so many options when it comes to getting your dick pierced.

We’re waiting there for at least twenty minutes. My nerves are starting to get the best of me, but I’m determined to see this through.

Cheetah remarks, “I read one of her books. The guy talks dirty. Like, really dirty. Maybe she’s into that.”

“She said she writes about the kind of men she likes. I ordered all her books. I think it will be a good way to get to know what she’s into.”

Cheetah scoffs. “I’ve been telling you guys for years that romance novels are like instruction manuals for women. You never listen.”

“I never needed to…until now. ”

We’re interrupted by a woman with a nasally voice shouting from one of the piercing rooms, “Next.”

I wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans as the three of us walk back into the room. It looks like a makeshift doctor’s office with an examination table. My knees are literally shaking. The woman has pink hair, black lipstick, and a thousand piercings all over her body. I can’t believe I’m about to let this woman poke a hole in my dick.

I close my eyes and think about what Gemma looked like walking to the table. Her sexy body. The way she smelled. The way she made me laugh. And I love how smart she is. Perfection.

I open my eyes feeling resolute. This is for Gemma.

The piercing woman chews her gum loudly as her eyes move up and down my body. She gives me an unimpressed look. In a Philly accent, she asks, “First time?”

I nod.

“Prince Albert, I assume?”

I nod again. “It seems like it’s the best one to get.”

She nonchalantly shrugs. “I suppose it’s a good gateway drug. It will wet yas appetite.” She winks. “Pun intended.”

“And it’s pleasurable for the woman, right?”

She pops her gum and smiles. “Ya bet, stud.”

Cheetah asks, “What about the man? Is it pleasurable or painful for him?”

One corner of her mouth raises. “After it heals, yas will have the best orgasms of yas life. Money-back guarantee. And once it’s healed, yas can take it in and out freely. It’s easy.”

That makes sense to me. Playing baseball with jewelry in my dick could be problematic. It’s good that I can take it out for games. I cringe at the notion of sliding headfirst and anything…catching. Pulling. Tearing. I get the shivers thinking about it.

I take a few deep breaths, feeling like I might pass out.

This is for Gemma. This is for Gemma .

I keep repeating it in my head. I think of her gorgeous face. How much I want to please her. Fuck, how am I already so far gone for this woman? I just met her.

And then I think of her big lips wrapped around the piercing. Oh shit, that would be hot.

Stop . I don’t need a chub in here.

Layton slaps my back, bringing me back to reality. “It’s not too late. You can back out.”

“No. I’m doing this.” I look back at her. “What’s the recovery time?”

Her head toggles from shoulder to shoulder as she contemplates it. “Ahh…few weeks. It’s not bad. It’s probably the quickest recovery time of all the cock piercings. Are yas ready? I got lots of willing participants in the waiting area.”

I nod. “Yes. Let’s do it.”

“Ya pay first. Ya know, just in case ya pass out or change ya mind. No refunds.”

I take care of the payment, leaving a hefty tip to incentivize her to take extra-good care of me.

The woman commands, “Drop ya pants and get up on the table.”

I do as she instructs. Cheetah looks at her. “I understand you’re supposed to be hard for this. Can you lick around the tip a little for him?”

He chuckles and the woman simply pops her gum again like she’s heard it all a thousand times before. She undoubtedly has.

He then gets uncomfortably close to me. I hold up my hand. “Dude, step back. I don’t need you in my junk.”

He continues staring. “You’ve got a big dick, DePaul. Mazel Tov. The head isn’t as big as Layton’s, but it’s big. Lancaster’s dick looks like a hammerhead shark.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Why do you know that?”

“We’re teammates. We share a locker room,” he mumbles, “and sometimes women. ”

I turn to Layton, and he nods. “I do have an unusually big head. Cheetah has huge balls though. Like bizarrely big.”

I look at them both with disgust. “Your team is fucking weird. I’m glad I play for the Bombers and not the Cougars. We don’t sit in the locker room and stare at each other’s dicks all day.”

The woman snickers. I’m thrilled we’re amusing her.

She cleans all around my tip and then starts to move the needle toward me. I grit out, “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”

Layton grabs my hand, but as soon as the needle makes contact with my tip, his eyes roll to the back of his head and he crumbles to the ground, passing out cold.

The woman turns her head toward the door and shouts, “Gunnar, we need the salt. Again.”

A big, leather-clad, bald guy with even more piercings than her walks in and bends before running something under Layton’s nose until he wakes up.

He blinks his eyes a few times. “Shit. That was intense. Is it over?”

I shake my head. “It didn’t start. You’re such a pussy. It’s not even your dick.” I lift my head and look at the woman. “He’s fine. Go ahead.”

The needle touches my tip again and…Cheetah passes out. I throw my hands in the air. “Are you guys kidding me? I’m the one whose dick is getting stuck with a needle.”

After the behemoth repeats the same routine with Cheetah, I finally get the piercing. It’s potentially the worst pain I’ve ever known in my life, and I bleed like a stuck pig, but I have an endgame in mind and nothing will deter me.