Tame the Beast : Small Beach Town, Single Mom Romance

“Did it hurt?” We hear Matteo ask Luke because his voice is higher pitched than the others at the moment.

“Jesus, please tell me they are not discussing your husband’s piercing again.” Joy sighs, looking over to Grace.

“They totally are.” She shakes her head.

“What piercing?” I ask them at the same time as Matteo calls out to me, “Hey, Zoe, how do you feel about dick piercings?”

“That kind.” Grace points to Matteo and his question while all I can do is sit here and blink.

“Um…” I clear my throat. “Why are you asking me?”

“Because if I’m going to traumatize him, it better be for a good cause.”

“And the good cause being…” I trail off, not really understanding where he is going with this.

“To give you the best orgasms possible, of course,” he says nonchalantly while both me and Joy choke on our waters.

“Matteo!” I cry out while coughing and he runs up to help me, slapping my back lightly. “You can’t just blurt out that kind of stuff.”

“Why not?” He seems genuinely confused about it.

“Because we’re not even dating!”

“Of course we are, Beastie.”

“Did you hit your head when you were jumping off that cliff earlier today?”

“Nope.”

“Then you were probably bitten by a radioactive spider.”

“The same one that got you last night?” He smirks, the smug bastard.

“Why? What happened last night?” Joy pipes out from beside me.

“Yeah, what happened last night, Zo?” Matteo parrots her but with a knowing grin on his face.

I chuck my tongue. “So, about that piercing…”

Matteo tips his head up and starts laughing, “God, you are the cutest.”

“Jacob, are you sure Matteo is not your long-lost brother?” Joy calls out to her husband.

“Um, I’m pretty sure he’s not, Wildflower. Why?”

“Because both of you have no self-preservation skills, thinking you can call us cute. We are not cute, we are menacing.”

“Sure you are, Wildflower.” Jacob winks, and Joy bristles even more.

“Mm-hmm, I do like it when you get violent. You are even cuter then.” I feel everyone watching and listening to our conversation intently.

“Matteo, for the love of…stop talking,” I shake my head at him.

“So, is that a yes on that piercing.”

“Matteo, it’s your dick. So, you can do whatever you’d like to it. I don’t care,” I tell him, but he frowns at me like I’ve kicked his puppy.

He then looks down to his crotch and says, “Mommy is just joking, she does care about you.” He pats his shorts-covered dick, and I wish I could say it was horror I was looking at him with, but nope.