Page 22 of Tarnished Hands

Is she referring to a vibrator? She must be.

I watch her ride off.

And I’m left wondering, how do I become a purple pussy eater?

“I have her address.”

I turn to find Sailor leaning against the doorjamb.

“She doesn’t want me there.”

“Are you positive?” she asks.

“No,” I answer truthfully. I’m positive Piper is confused about whatever this thing between us is. Yes, we’re technically only fucking. But there’s more, which could lead to what neither of us ever expected. Something good and solid. Something possibly forever. I know it, and she does too.

“Then here,” Sailor steps down and places a piece of paper in my hand. I’m not sure what it is until I see an address scrawled across it. I go to thank her, but she’s already inside and closing the door behind her.

Guess I have my chance to be a purple pussy eater after all.

As I look through Piper’s window, I note that her apartment is on the smallish side. Her bike is parked out front, so I know it’s her place. I walk up to the door and knock. It takes a moment for Piper to answer, and when she does, it’s not her face I see, but the barrel of a gun.

“How did you get this address?” she asks.

“Sailor,” I tell her.

“I think I need to re-evaluate my friends,” she mumbles.

“Do you plan to drop that anytime soon?” I ask, referring to the gun pointed at my head.

“No. Do you plan to leave anytime soon?”

“I came to see what a purple pussy eater is and if I can apply for the job.” She opens the door a little wider, then looks at me blankly as she lowers the gun. Her boots are off again, and her brows are pulled together.

“Ohh,” she says, and then smiles. “Sorry, that job is taken.” She goes to push the door shut, but I stop the action with my foot.

“I’m serious,” I insist.

“So you aren’t mad about your little blonde?” Piper asks.

“Yes and no. She’s still breathing, isn’t she?”

“For now.” She smirks. “But if she tries anything else, I won’t hesitate to go back over there and finish the job.”

She’s jealous—just another thing I like about her.

“So feisty.” I step in without her inviting me and shut the door behind me. “Now, how about you bring your purple pussy eater out to the kitchen and do it naked. You have two minutes before I decide what hole of yours I’m going to fuck.” I start to remove my clothes, pulling my shirt over my head. Her gaze falls to my chest before lowering to where my hands are now on my belt. “Time’s-a-ticking and I’m counting, Piper.”

She turns and goes into her bedroom. I hear noises from that direction as I pull my boots and jeans off and enter her small kitchen. It’s clean and tidy, and on the refrigerator is a picture of two men and some kids in another photograph.

“You need to leave after. I don’t want you staying the night.”

I turn around at the sound of her voice and find her naked. She pins me with those hungry eyes, and when I glance down at her hand, I see what she has in it.

“Is that so?” I ask and tap the kitchen counter.

“I’m not a dog,” she scoffs, but walks my way. When she’s standing in front of me, I reach for her hips, gripping them before I lift her so her ass is on the counter.

“I wonder if I can get you to purr.”

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