This Regret
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Once we’re inside, Kellan takes off his shirt, looks at me and tosses it to the ground as if he just knows him being shirtless is going to get me wet. He’s absolutely right. His jeans hang low on his waistline, exposing the defined muscles that lead down underneath. They’re so hard, I just want to run my tongue across them, tease them and taste them. Mmm . . . this man is too yummy for his own good.
“So you’re seriously going through with this? You’re going to sport those pierced nips? Once I start you can't back out.”
“Damn right I am, man.” Kellan places his hand on my chin. “You might want to watch this. Zoe might get a kick out of the details. Like I told her, I keep my word.”
My eyes trail down his body, over his flawless abs and I have to try my best not to ravish him right here and now. “Like you said before. I did like your ni**les. Now I will love them. I might even let you do mine,” I tease. I smile sweetly, trying my best to look innocent. “I’d be glad to kiss anything you get pierced.” My eyes land on the crotch of his fitted jeans and scope out his obvious bulge.
A low growl sounds in Kellan’s throat as he looks down at me and smiles. “If that’s the case then I may just have to get more than just my ni**les pierced and don't think I won't take you up on that offer. We will come back to this conversation later.”
I love the sound of that. I can’t deny that tattoos and piercings have always turned me on. I mean, who the hell doesn’t love a man with body art?
“You guys have it bad for each other. It’s plain as damn day, man,” Tyler says while pulling on a pair of black latex gloves as he is looking down at the piercing equipment. “I can seriously feel how bad you two want each other and it’s giving me a damn stiffy. That makes everything in the sack that much better. You better handle that shit.” He peaks up at us.
Kellan and I both look at each other, neither of us giving him any kind of reaction to his comment. Then finally, Kellan plops down in the chair and throws his arms behind his head, interlocking his fingers.
“Let’s just do this shit. My ni**les are bleeding just waiting on your ass.” He looks up at Tyler before closing his eyes and smiling.
I step up closer to the chair so I’m standing right behind it now, looking over the back of it and down at Kellan. He looks so calm, laying there relaxing with his hands behind his head and his eyes closed. I wish he could stay like that for a while, so I can take him all in and never forget this moment. He’s so beautiful to me it hurts. I seriously feel an aching in my heart right now just looking at him.
Kellan’s eyelids flutter open and he stares up at me with a half smirk. “Are you going to be ready for that tattoo next? I still remember the one you picked out.”
My eyes shift over to Tyler as he grabs some kind of clamp and places it to Kellan’s right nipple. I look back at Kellan’s face, but he doesn’t even seem to notice his nipple being squeezed, because he’s still staring directly at me as if nothing’s happening. “I’m about as ready as I’ll ever be.” I laugh as Tyler coats up the needle with some clear crap and holds it to Kellan’s nipple.
“Are you ready for bleeding ni**les?”
He looks down to my lips and answers Tyler’s question. “Only if you’re ready to kiss them.”
Tyler pushes the needle through and Kellan doesn’t even flinch. Ouch! That looked like it hurt.
Kellan just watches me watching him with a cocky smirk that I’d like to lick. He’s not the only one that likes to use his tongue.
Tyler laughs as if he’s getting a kick out of this whole nipple thing. “This looks pretty sweet actually. Maybe I’ll do mine sometime. But I’ll do my own. I don’t want you fondling my nips like I’m doing yours.” He smiles and then gets to work on the left one.
Speaking of fondling ni**les, I wouldn’t mind if Kellan was doing that to me right now. Maybe I should go all out and get mine pierced for real. I was just joking at first, but it looks hot. It would be worth it to have him do it.
Standing up, Kellan tilts his head down and looks at his ni**les while reaching out to touch one. I have to admit, he just got even hotter and I didn’t even think that was a possibility. “I guess I’m cool enough to sport these for a while.” He turns to stand in front of me and I can’t help but to notice his chest muscles bounce a bit. “What do you think, Phoenix? Does this do anything for my image?”
I feel my heartbeat quicken as my eyes take in the sight of his sculpted chest, his pierced ni**les and the tribal tattoo that runs up his side. Is he shitting me? Of course this does something for his image. It makes him look like a damn sex god.
Swallowing hard, I look up to meet his eyes and they bore into mine, silently telling me he wants to take me as bad as I want him to. “I guess you can manage to pull it off,” I tease. “I’m sure Zoe will be so proud of you.”
Without pulling his eyes away from mine, Kellan shoots out orders to Tyler. “Go check on Jen.”
“She’s good, man.” He holds up his phone as he types out a message. “I’m talking to her now.”
Kellan grunts and takes a deep breath. “Do you have any appointments anytime soon?”
“Not ‘til around five,” he replies.
“Alright then,” Kellan responds. “I’ll see you then.”
Tyler finally gets the hint and stands up grabbing his keys. “I’ll see you then, bro.” He winks at me. “Take it easy on his nips.” Then out the door, he goes.
Kellan walks over, locks the door and turns the open sign off. Then he walks over to the glass display and reaches behind it for that special binder that had all those glorious drawings. At least, that’s what I assume it is.
I clear my throat and take a seat in the chair by his station as he stares down at the binder in his hand. “Just do me a favor,” I say.
He looks up from the binder and smiles. “What’s that?”
“Don’t tell anyone if I happen to pass out. I don’t need Zoe or Jen having something to laugh at me about. I put up with enough of their crap already.” I lean back in the seat and grip the edges with shaky hands.
I feel his hand on mine so I look up. He gives me a reassuring smile that relaxes me, just enough to calm my heartbeat a bit, but then he moves my legs so he can sit next to me in the chair. “This book of drawings is very important. I want you to know . . . I wouldn’t let anyone else choose from this book.” His eyes meet mine and the emotion behind that stare astounds me. “This book is yours. Everything in here was drawn for you.”