Page 102 of Broken

“It’s the best dick I ever had. And he knows how to use it,” I add, pointing at Sin with my glass. Ruby hoots and slaps the table.

“I thought he might,” Sin winks.

“He calls me Vixen.”

“That’s hot,” Ruby says with a frown. “No one ever called me a name like that.”

“What else?”

“What do you mean ‘what else?’”

“There has to be more to it than great dick,” Sin says. “You don’t want a man, it’s all you’ve said since you got here. You’ve gone back for seconds, or thirds.”

After a moment of hesitation, I smirk back at her. “He has a Jacob’s ladder.”

Sin screeches.

Ruby wobbles on her stool and almost knocks over her drink. Her eyes are wide as she grabs the glass. I reach over to grab her arm so she doesn’t fall off the stool. Once she’s steady and I’ve stopped laughing, she grips my arm.

“As in he has piercings, downthere?”

Katja did fill us in on the myriad of piercings she’s done over her career.

While I was busy saving Ruby, Sin has been searching the web. Fortunately, it’s not an actual dick pic when she holds up the phone for us to see. It’s a banana with six piercings through it. Which is weird. Oddly obscener than the real thing.

“It’s nothing likethat,” I make a face.

“I should hope not,” Ruby raises her glass at me. “Although that is very large,” she eyes me.

“They’re alike in that sense,” I tease.

“Holy shit,” Sin holds out a fist.

It’s stupid and immature, but I’ve had enough alcohol to brush it off. I fist pump my best friend. She’s bursting with pride.

“Like, are you guys dating now? I mean he came to the coffee shop to take you on a date.”

“It wasn’t a date,” I tell them.

“Hold up,” Sin raises a finger. “I’m still hung up on the piercing part of this story. Did it hurt? Or is it like the nipple thing? Did it make everything better?”

“No, it was good. Different. But Garrett is also very skilled.” The girls both laugh. I eventually join them. “In answer to your question, Ruby. No, we’re not dating. Actually,” I twirl the glass between my hands, looking into the dregs of my third margarita. “I’m not sure what it is.”

“What do you want it to be?” Sin asks. The mood in the room changes.

“I’m not looking for a boyfriend.”

“He doesn’t strike me as boyfriend material,” Ruby says.

She’s not wrong. I guess I don’t hide the disappointment all that well because they both give me sympathetic looks. “Yeah, that’s true.”

“You were with him again last night, though. Right?” Ruby asks.

“Ah, yeah.”

“What is that?” Sin frowns.

“What is what?”

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