Page 30 of Wicked Deceit
Carter can’t contain himself any longer, letting out a loud, booming laugh. George backs off with a grin, shaking his head. “You passed the fuck out, you dingleberry,” Carter wheezes, turning red, unable to catch his breath.
Seger scowls and scoffs. “He put a fucking needle through my fucking dick, you asshole,” Seger says, turning bright red. Averting his eyes, he focuses on the papers Matt hands him, quickly explaining how to keep it clean and forbids sex for at least six weeks until it heals, and then condoms until after six months.
“You were a fucking champ, man. Just keep it clean and sanitary for at least six weeks, and you’ll be good to go. The complete healing process could take up to six months, but you’ll be good after that. And when you want more, you know where to find me,” Matt says, shaking Seger’s hand.
“Tattoos, yes. This?” He gripes, pointing down to his dick. “Give me a few fucking years. But, uh, thanks, man.” Matt snorts at his response and steps out of the room, leaving George to finish.
Carter leans back in the seat, closing his eyes with deep breaths. His eager fingers reach for mine, intertwining them together. The only sign he experiences any discomfort is the twist of his mouth when George hits a few spots along his pelvic bone, and the gentle squeezes of his hand. Seger doesn’t move an inch, using the extra time to groan about the pain stabbing at the tip of his dick, and then digs in his pocket for a few leftover pain pills from the accident and pops them. Which is probably a good thing because if he got up right now, he’d probably fall over again and pass out. I don’t think I could pick his body off the ground, so it’s better he rests with his eyes closed. After another hour of sitting there and watching the magic of Carter’s tattoo getting finished, George wipes the area off, rattles off instructions, and then leaves the room after shaking Carter’s hand and telling Seger to take care.
Carter cackles when he puts his clothes on, murmuring about Seger and how he can’t wait to tell the others.
“This never leaves this fucking room!” Seger hisses when he buttons his pants, wincing and cursing under his breath. His fingers roam through his hair, tugging the ends with a grimace. “Why’d I let you talk me into this?” He grumbles, shaking his head.
“Yeah? And what the fuck are you going to give me if I keep my lips sealed?” Carter asks, cocking his head to the side. “And don’t you dare offer me a fucking blow job or some shit. Our girl does that well enough. So, what will it be, West?” My cheeks heat at his words.
“I’ll give you one thousand dollars to keep your lips sealed,” Seger says, recoiling in pain when he pulls his shirt on. He bends at the waist, pulling in heavy breaths with his hands on his knees. His skin pales, draining him of any color, and I swear he’s ten seconds away from passing out—again.
Carter snorts. “No fucking way. I can pull that out of my ass. I don’t need your money. Give me something good, West. Or the video I took goes out for the world to see.” Seger’s eyes widen from his position, and with a trembling body, he lurches forward, trying to grab Carter’s phone, but only catches air.
“Don’t you fucking do it!” Seger gripes, trying to reach for it again. Carter shoves his phone into his pocket, protecting it with his hand.
“Gimme something good,” he says through a playful smirk.
“We’ll give you an entire day and night with Kaycee by yourself with no interruptions,” Seger barks out, stepping back and grinding his teeth.
I frown, crossing my arms. “Why do I have to be the bargaining chip?” I huff.
“Because you’re the only thing that psycho grumpy asshole wants,” Seger says, keeping his eyes locked on Carter’s.
I gape at him, ready to tell him off. But Carter beats me to it. “Fucking deal,” he says, reaching his hand out, and they shake.
“What the hell? Do I not get any say in this?” I hiss, staring between the two.
“Aw, Sweetheart, you wound me. You don’t want to spend a fucking day with just me?” Carter asks in a playful tone, reaching over to grab the back of my neck. I yelp when he pulls me forward, resting his forehead against mine.
“Well, of course, I want to spend time with you. I just don’t enjoy being the bargaining chip,” I grumble, pouting.
He chuckles, plucking my lip. “You’re the best chip around, Sweetheart. Now, let’s get West out of here before he passes out again.”
“I heard that! You can’t say it anymore. We shook on it,” Seger gripes, stepping out into the shop. “And you better erase that video, asshole!”
Carter’s chest rumbles when he puts his arm around my shoulders and guides me into the now emptied-out main shop. The music still blares, but everyone has gotten what they needed and left. We pay George and Matt their fees and walk out toward the car. Well, some of us walk. My face twists when Seger limps beside me, holding a protective hand over his junk.
“Angel,” Seger hisses between clenched teeth, easing himself into the backseat with me and groaning the entire time. Gently, he closes the door and settles himself into the seat with agony written all over his face.
I snort, shaking my head in mock disappointment. “I told you, you didn’t have to do it.”
He groans, running a hand down his face. “Fuck, but it’ll feel so damn good for you, Angel. Imagine the extra metal on both of us.” He wiggles his brows playfully, and finally, the color returns to his cheeks.
Carter carefully gets into the driver’s seat without complaint and turns on the car, and eases it out of the parking lot. “Now, let’s get some fucking food at Ruby’s. We need to feed Nancy back there.”
Seger blanches. “You fucking dick. We are outside the room. OUTSIDE! You can’t talk about it anymore. It's like fuckingFight Club. Whatever happens in the dick piercing room, stays in the dick piercing room, for fuck’s sake. No more dick jokes.”
Carter shrugs, turning onto the main highway. “It’ll be okay, West. Your secret and the video will be safe with me. I won’t tell a soul,” he chuckles the entire way to Ruby’s, giving me the slightest hint he’s up to something. And it’s all confirmed when Seger digs his phone out of his pocket and stares at the screen like it kicked his puppy.
Seger’s eyes zone in on Carter when he parks the car, cackling into the steering wheel. “Asshole!” He shouts, shooting between the seats and pummels Carter with his fists.
I furrow my brows when the phone falls to the floor, and I pick it up, letting them beat the shit out of each other in the front. Thankfully, we're parked.
