Page 46 of Never Really Mine
I sink back, resting my head against the headrest. “I probably should, but I love them so much.” A hint of sadness creeps in, but Beau surprises me.
“I do too,” he says.
I feel my eyes widen, and I do whatever I can tonotlook at him. I cough slightly, shifting in my seat again. A low pulse thumps between my thighs, a burning ember of heat rising up my core.
“I just mean,” he stammers. “I mean… I don’t know what I mean, or what to say, because I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love them.”
I ignore him. Can’t process thoughts. “Anyway, things are really really sensitive nowadays, and I don’t think the piercings are helping. I’ll probably take them out tonight.”
He nods, and thankfully sits straight in his seat, pulling the vehicle back out onto the road toward home. After a long minute of awkward silence, he speaks. “I saw a really nice house today while doing a showing.”
“Cool,” I mutter, not really focused on the conversation, as I’m still trying to get over our last one.
“It got me thinking. We should really look into getting something bigger.”
I sigh. I know this isn’t an easy topic. I need to stay strong on this, before I hit the point of no return. I’m losing the battle, letting myself get closer and closer to giving in, to just letting myself fall into this. But I need to be the one to control the situation. “Why? We both have houses, and I have the guest bedroom we can put the cribs in,” I deflect, because deflection is my greatest skill.
“When you bought your house, we didn’t know what we do now, and we didn’t know that in just under six months we’d be bringing two babies home to it. It’s too small, and so is my house. We need something bigger, something that will fit all four of us.” He tries to reason with me, but I can’t do this right now.
“No, it’s fine. You can sell your house and get something bigger if you want, but I’m keeping my house,” I reply stubbornly, ending the conversation.
When we arrive home a few minutes later, I’m so ready to get these piercings out it’s not even funny. I shuck my jacket onto the couch, kicking off my shoes and heading down the hall to my room.
“Marley?” Beau asks, confusion thick in his voice.
“Fine!” I call back. I cannot have him bear witness to this. Once my door is closed, I whip off my black long sleeve, and unhook my bra, shimmying it down my arms.
The relief of not having my breasts condensed into the bra is palpable, but it only lasts for a moment. My nipples are swollen and red. They’ve been gradually getting more and more sensitive, but I’m at a breaking point.
I try to twist the little ball to loosen it from the curved barbell, but I can’t get it. I huff out an irritated noise as I step forward to the long mirror hanging from the back of my bedroom door to get a better angle.
I take a deep breath, and try again, this time looking in the mirror as I try to twist. When it doesn’t budge, I try the otherside, only to have the same result. I groan, my irritation growing higher and higher with each passing moment. I flop down on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I don’t want to ask for help, but I might need it. I can’t get the angle right, and every brush against my nipples is like a mix of pain and pleasure.
A knock on the door answers my internal struggle. “Marley, I can hear you muttering to yourself from the hall. What’s going on?”
I curse myself for always talking out loud. It’s time to bite the bullet. “I can’t get my nipple piercings out. The ball is too tight.”
The door cracks open slightly, but not enough to where he can see in. “Can I help?”
I think for a moment, knowing fully that I need him, but also knowing that I’m going to have to give up a shred of dignity. I stand up, grabbing my cotton robe from where it’s laying on top of my laundry basket. I wrap myself in it and stride over, opening the door to Beau. My heart is pounding in my chest with a weird sense of anticipation on what’s about to happen.
I open the door slowly, and Beau is standing there in only his low-cut black sweats. I swear, he’s been trying to smoke me out the last few weeks, walking around shirtless. Nevermind the fact that my hormones are all over the place,—it’s making me horny as hell.
My clit thumps in agreement as I take in Beau’s many tattoos. He side-steps into my room, closing the door behind him, as if we have to maintain privacy from someone, but it’s just us here. No one else to see what he’s about to help me with.
“Are they stuck?” he asks, eyes blazing with concern.
I shake my head. “No, I just can’t get it loose.”
He stands in front of me, eyes blazing as he focuses his gaze on my still covered chest. “I just need to unscrew it, right?”
“Yes, then I can take it out.”
Beau sighs, stepping toward me. He reaches out slowly, hesitantly to the tie around my waist. Eyes lifting, he arches his brow. “Ready?”
I nod, turning my face away. I don’t want to see his reaction to seeing my bare breasts again. Our night together lives in my mind on a constant loop, so I don’t need to add another moment to my personal spank bank.
I feel the tie come loose, the cool air wafting against my skin. Beau inhales sharply as he takes in the swollen tips of my nipples. He tries to cover it with a cough, but I know what it was.
