Bad Nanny (The Bad Nanny Trilogy #1)(70)

“Yep. I pierce pussies, sure. Cocks. Lots and lots of nipples. I mean hordes of fucking nipples. Belly buttons, lips, noses, brows, ears, whatever.” I look down at Brooke and smile. “In fact, since I first met you, I've been checking out your eyebrows.” I point at my own face and tuck my fingers into my back pockets. “You have gorgeous brows, you know that?”

Brooke reaches up and smooths her thumb over one.

“I've never really thought about it, no. Why?”

“Because I want to pierce you so goddamn badly.” Brooke's cheeks fill with fire as she glances away, out at the darkness of the water. There are a few boats out there, lights shimmering in the navy blue night sky.

“You want to pierce my … eyebrow?” she asks as she turns back to me and finishes off the last bite of her burrito, tossing the crumpled foil into a nearby trash can.

“If biostatisticians are allowed to have pierced brows, then sure. I want. So badly.”

“Do you have the stuff for that? I mean, doesn't it take special needles and disinfectant and all that?”

“I've got everything I need in my car.” I slap my hands together. “I could do it easy. Real quick. We could stop by my brother's place after this and do it.” I grin down at her. “You game for that, Smarty-Pants?”

Brooke climbs up to stand on the bench next to me, turning and staring out at the water for a moment.

“Why the hell not?” she asks and I pump my fist. When she looks back at me, I'm grinning big at her. “You are actually a body piercer though, right? This isn't like the nanny gig, is it? Because I really don't want an infected piercing next to my eye.”

“I am legit as fuck. And good, too.” I point at my cock. “Who do you think pierced your new best friend, Brooke Overland? Hmm? That was me.” I point at my belly button, my nipples. “I pretty much pierced all of my own shit. And trust me, I've got some very satisfied customers back at home, girls who can vouch for my piercing abilities all night long. Let's just say, I'm really good at sticking long hard things inside of people.”

“That is so gross,” Brooke moans, jumping down off the bench. The way she moves, I can almost imagine what it'd be like to see her dance. I feel sort of guilty for even thinking about it considering how upset she was about the whole ordeal, but … damn. I really want to stop in at that club before I leave town and see her in action. I wonder if she'd be cool with that? “Please don't ever say that again.”

“Your wish is my command, mistress. Nanny Roth is so at your service.” I hop down next to her and grab her hand. “Now, come with me and I'll show you my special place. Considering it's still there, of course. I haven't been back to this spot since I was eighteen.”

I pull Brooke down the boardwalk, past the empty lots that never got developed the way they were promised. Used to bug me. Now I kind of don't care because it makes this place seem more real, less commercial. Screw fancy condos and big box shops. Whatever. Keep Eureka weird, okay?

Brooke follows me back toward Main Street and behind the fountain, to the little alcove that houses the doors to several shops. Since these particular places are off the beaten path, they've closed at their normal hours, leaving a darkened space that's just about perfect for what I've got in mind.

“Exactly as I remember it,” I tell Brooke as I drag her into the shadows and tug her against me. I lean in and whisper against her ear. “If you're quiet, nobody will know we're in here.”

The music and the crowd are still clearly audible, and if we lean out of the alcove just a bit, the people standing at the top of the brick incline where the fountain sits pop into view. It's a good, easy, safe spot for a little dirty fun.

This close, I can hear Brooke's heart pounding against my chest, her breathing picking up in what's either excitement or fear, I'm not sure.

“What do I do?” she asks and I roll my eyes to the ceiling in silent thanks to the gods. Yes.

“Follow my lead,” I whisper as I push Brooke back a step and give her a little wink. “The key to public sex is keeping it quick, easy, and clean.” I reach down and undo the top button on my jeans, using my foot to kick over the thick welcome mat from in front of the chocolate shop.

Brooke looks down at it and then back up at me.

“Oh, no,” she says, taking a step back. “I can't do that. Not for the first time. Not here.”

“Why not? I promise it's kind of fun.”

“How would you know?” Brooke asks, reaching up to adjust her silly hat. It looks even more ridiculous with that porn star mouth of hers. She leans in toward me. “Like you've ever sucked a cock before.”