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  Nineteen, dumb, but fun.

  "Yo," Tommy says as I walk through the front door of the tattoo shop. "You sure you trust me to do this, man? I've only been apprenticing under Gary for three weeks."

  "I trust you. You know you're the only person I trust." I walk toward him, wondering if he'll freak out immediately or if the freak-out won't happen until my dick's out. He thinks he's here to tattoo me, but I actually need a cock piercing. Three, for a Jacob's ladder.

  "Yeah, yeah." He shakes his head. "Let's get this show on the road. Where's this goin'? And you brought the picture, right?" He heads over to his station and starts to prep the area.

  Pulling my phone from my pocket, I push play on the video then shove it at him. I lock my eyes on his face and wait for the realization. His eyes flash from the phone, to me, back to the phone, then down to my crotch.

  "Dude." He chuckles. "I've never done piercings. And...on your dick?" He shakes his head, handing me the phone back. "Yeah...naw."

  "You're gonna make me do this myself? I'll probably pass out and shove it right through my shaft. Just a Jacob's ladder, Tommy. Come on, man up and help a brother out." I start unbuckling my belt and when my pants are around my ankles I decide to close the curtain. "Do you want me hard?"

  His eyebrows are on the top of his forehead as he stares at me. "You want me to shove a needle through your dick?" He lets out a chuckle and shakes his head. "You're fuckin' nuts, man."

  "Not through it! Just the skin." I start stroking my dick and look at my best friend, immediately stopping when his eyes are popping out of his head. "I should probably stay soft? I feel like it'll hurt less if I'm hard. Tug on my balls to help or somethin'."

  "Fuck. Lie the fuck down, idiot." He grabs gloves out of the box and snaps them on.

  I wipe my sweaty palms over my shirt and look at the nasty chair. "Dude." I cringe at it, not wanting to put my bare ass on that thing. Grabbing his roll of paper towels, I layer up like it’s a public toilet then carefully sit down. "Should I spread my legs?" I stare down my chest at him.

  "You should shut up," he mumbles then shifts in the chair and lifts my dick to inspect it. "I can't believe you're making me do this. And I don't think hard is the right choice, man. You need that extra skin soft so..." He laughs. "Fuck, Grant, I'm gonna fuck this up but, here goes nothing."

  I close my eyes, trying to get my thoughts off a needle being shoved through my dick skin...three times. I've wanted this for a while now but never had the balls to do it myself. No pun intended.

  "Where's Affy today?" The minute the needle penetrates I almost piss. "Fuck!"

  "One down, two to go," he mutters, grabbing the next needle. "And I think she's at the lake. Probably daydreaming about leaving this place." The needle shoves through my skin without warning and I scream so loud, Gary's probably gonna burst through that curtain and ruin all the fun. Hopefully he's not here.

  I grit my teeth and wipe at the sweat on my forehead. "She's fucking crazy, dude." Bringing the subject back to Affton, I try not to think about my sad dick.

  "I'm not certain you're the one to be calling anyone crazy, man." He shoves the third needle through and I clench my ass cheeks, trying not to fart but that one really fucking hurt.

  It's over. I survived and now can start the healing process so there's not a lot of down time.

  "Thanks for being so gentle with my dick, dude."

  "Not done yet," he mutters, pushing his stool back. "I'll be right back." He stares at my limp dick, currently sporting three very large needles and shakes his head. "You're fuckin' insane," he says, laughing as he heads out to grab the jewelry.

  A grin starts to creep up my face. I like it. Chicks are gonna either fucking like it or be afraid, until they climb the ladder.

  "Hey! Grab something badass for ribbed pleasure!" I call out. "How long you think I gotta wait to fuck?" I mumble as he walks back in, my dick slowly getting harder by the minute, but I'm trying not to think about fucking.

  "Six weeks, idiot. Good luck not getting that thing infected." He sits back down and huffs. "Here we go." When he starts to pull the needle out and the barbell through I grunt. "One done."

  The second and third aren't as bad and when he's done, I've got a full hard-on. "Sorry about that." I chuckle.

  He laughs and shakes his head, grabbing the ointment before tossing it to me and sliding his stool back. "Here, I think you can take care of this part."

  "Come on, dude. Don't get offended by my dick. One day we're gonna be bagging the same chicks at once." I chuckle when he shakes his head. Shifting my legs to stand, I get to my feet and my head goes dizzy. My dick feels like all blood just rushed to it. "You're my best friennnn..." Everything goes black as I pass out.

  That won't be the last dumb thing I ever do in my life.

  Seven suitcases and a U-Haul full of my belongings. That's all that's left of my California life. I'm leaving the beaches, surfers, and my daily Venti iced vanilla bean coffee for...boots. Cowboy boots. Do plus sized girls even look good in cowboy boots? God, I hope so. If it weren't for Affton bringing me on board I would probably be out at the beach right now, eyeing all the man-candy and making plans to go out tonight. As it stands, though, I'm driving down this one lane rock road and the pings to the bottom of my car are making me go as slow as humanly possible. A Mustang GT has no business on these roads. There's nothing but nature and a few scattered houses all around. I drove through a small town a while back but it didn't seem to offer anything in the way of quality name brand goods. This place is pretty far out from any big chain restaurant or store. And you know what? I'm ecstatic about this new change. I'm not getting any younger, and this was just the upward movement I needed to get away from modelin
g.

  Oh sure, being a model is all fun and games. If you're a size zero. I'm in the double digits and I can honestly say that as good as the pay is, money doesn't buy happiness. I was thrown into the spotlight when I met Affton on the street in L.A., and while I had never considered modeling before her, I let it take me where I landed and enjoyed the ride. Even with all the social media hate from assholes that think carbs are the devil. They aren't by the way. They're fucking heaven. The minute Affton left Trenton, though, I figured my career was over. But I guess she saw something in me other than a pretty face because when Cultured Relief picked her up, she immediately brought me on board as her assistant. I learned a thing or two about this industry and I'm putting it to use for her. No more modeling, and I'm more than okay with that.

  Let me enjoy a cheeseburger in peace.

  I check my GPS for the fifth time since being on this long ass road -or maybe it just feels so long because I'm going fifteen miles per hour- and see the little checkered flag straight ahead. Glancing up, I can make out the outline of her house coming into view. Wow…house. Mansion. And she wasn't lying when she said there was a tarmac and hangar for her private jet. They have their own slice of heaven out here!

  I park my car in front of their house just as my phone rings and blares through my Bluetooth.

  "Hi, Daddy," I answer, checking my makeup in the mirror.

  "Did you make it safe?"

  "Yep, just parked." I smile when I see Affton swing open the front door.

  "Good, good." My dad falls silent and I grab my purse.

  "Hey, Dad, I gotta go unload everything, okay? I'll text later. Tell everyone hi for me."

  "I love you, Carter. Don't get bit by any rattlesnakes out there or do anything stupid."

  I laugh and end the call, briefly glancing out my car window to see if there really are snakes out here. I mean, it's not like I'm going to be going pure country or anything. I've seen those movies where the cowboys are out in the fields mudding or in the lakes swimming with the leeches and snakes.

  No thanks. I can live in the country without being that country.

  I swing my door open and am almost pulled out of the car by Affton, her shriek of excitement brings a real smile to my face. I love this girl. If I'd ever claim anyone as my best friend it'd have to be her. She's real and she doesn't have any fucks to give when it comes to what people think about her, which is what makes her so amazing.

  "Okay, okay." I laugh, hugging her before pushing her off me and swiping the bead of sweat off my brow before it ruins my makeup. "It's hot as hell out here, Affton. How do you do this?" The front door pushes open and in the doorway stands Tommy. Affton's Tommy. She smiles at him and the look he's giving her makes even my lady bits wish I had a cowboy like that. "I get it now," I whisper.

  "I can't wait to show you around! You're staying here until we get you settled somewhere. And listen, you're staying here as long as it takes for you to get comfortable. I'll be honest, there isn't shit to do outside of friends and family." She smiles warmly before grabbing my hand and giving it a squeeze.

  "Great." I smile back and pop the trunk of my car. "I've got a car load. And a U-Haul but the movers are taking it to a storage place in town until I figure out where I'm going to end up. I didn't want to lug all my shit into your place." I huff as I pull out a suitcase.

  "Carter." Affton laughs and grabs my suitcase. "Our house is plenty big enough." Turning, she hands my suitcase to the hot cowboy. "And this is Tommy." Her arm wraps around him as he moves closer.

  "I kind of figured that one." I reach out to shake his hand. "There's been the same cowboy on your social media page for the past year. I'd hope it would have been your fiancé, or that would be real weird."

  He chuckles and takes the bag from my grip. "Nice to meet you, Carter."

  "Does everyone here sound like you?" I ask, grabbing another bag and following the two of them up to the front door. "When I first met Affton she sounded straight out of the city. No hint of an accent at all. I was shocked to learn these are her roots."

  "Hey, you're the outsider now. Everyone here sounds just like they should." He opens the door for us. "Ladies first."

  "Affton," I whisper, following her to a room where she deposits one of my many bags. "Does he have a brother? I mean seriously, ladies first? Who still does that?"

  Affton laughs before giving me a knowing grin. "Southern charm is addicting, but no. No brothers. Maybe his dad's looking for a Cali bunny." She winks at me, laughing hard again as she walks out of the room.

  I shudder at the thought of being with someone's dad like that. Nope. No matter how good looking he is, if he's old enough to be my dad, that's where I draw the line.

  "When does winter actually come? Does it snow here?" I swipe more sweat off my forehead and make a mental note to get waterproof makeup. California isn't nearly this humid!

  "I'll turn the AC on for you." Afton smirks back at me. "So let's do the grand tour. I'll take you to the new addition first." Stopping at the thermostat, she glances around. "Tommy? Close the windows, baby, I'm turning on the AC!"

  "What! No it's not damn hot enough!" I hear him from somewhere else in the house and can't help but laugh.

  "Affton, you two are already like an old married couple," I whisper so he doesn't hear me.

  "Just do it!" she yells across the house. "Carter's not used to the humidity! Don't be a dick!" She spins to face me. "But the sex is like we just got together." She smirks, taking my hand before pulling me down a hallway.

  The house is way bigger than I had imagined, and I'm not sure why two people would need a house this size but I'm not complaining. At least it's not like I'll be living on top of them. I'm still not sure what I'm going to do as far as living arrangements, but I'm sure I'll figure something out. Maybe this will finally be the year I buy my first house, because honestly driving through that town I didn't see much in the way of nice apartments to move into.

  "Hey, I'm feeling pretty gross from that car ride. Mind if I shower before we go over your schedule for the week?" It's nice hanging out with her like this, letting her give me the grand tour, but we've got a packed schedule coming up.

  "Yes. And listen, my personal pilot will be back within the month and he'll fly you home when you're homesick. No more eighteen-hour drives. He's been flying Jonathan around Europe until Fashion Week is over."

  "Personal pilot," I say then giggle. "You're too good to me, you know that?"

  "I just uprooted you from home and I'm keeping you in the sticks and farm land. You deserve better." She laughs.

  "I'm sure I'll fit in just fine here." I head back for my room, ready for a refreshing shower. "But seriously, I may be in need of one of those sexy cowboys you've got lying around eventually," I call back to her on my way.

  "God, I better work on figuring out who's single in this town. I think the well's dry," she says through laughter.

  ***

  I've spent the last month pretty much chasing my tail. Affton's schedule just keeps getting busier and busier. Which is good for my sanity, because this town literally has nothing to offer that isn't riding horses, swimming with leeches, or covering your body in mud for the sake of what they like to call 'fun'.

  I've made friends with the Kenshaws, the Harts, and the Harings. They're all pretty freaking amazing and have made me feel right at home here, even if I refuse to get in the water when they take their families to the lake. I haven't missed home as much as I thought I would. Having a dad and two brothers looking over my shoulder with everything I did back in California got tiring, so the change of pace is nice. Next week Affton and I get to head to New York for the week and I'm more than ready to get a little taste of city life again.

  As far as hot cowboys go, however, I don't think Affton was lying when she told me the well's dry. All these boys are married with families! Not that I'm looking to settle down or anything like that, but a girl has needs. Living with the most sexually active couple I've eve
r met doesn't help those needs either. Whoever built these walls made them way too thin.

  "Affton, you have a video call in fifteen with Jonathan," I say, walking into the kitchen and stopping dead in my tracks. "God, shit," I blurt then start to laugh at the look on Affton's face as she pushes Tommy off her. She busts out laughing as she fixes her clothes and I take a step back. Living with these two has definitely been an adventure. I need to learn to knock before entering a room. "Can you two keep your hands to yourself for an hour please? We've got work to do." I toss my hand to my hip and give Tommy a pointed look. "Don't you have goats to go rescue or something?"

  I really need to start looking into other places to live. Not that I don't love being this close to Affton for work's sake, but feeling like you're always interrupting something isn't the best feeling. Awkward. It's awkward.

  "That look on your face tells me you need to get laid." Affton smirks then huffs. "Let's go do work. Tommy, go rescue goats, baby. We have two hundred people showing up in two days and I'd like to be able to enjoy my party so lets get the work out of the way."

  "I'm going to go rescue some goats," Tommy mumbles, shaking his head and letting out a small laugh before kissing her and leaving the two of us in the kitchen.

  "So, that guest list grew substantially from what I put out. Where are all these people coming from? And do you plan on opening your entire house to them?" I walk over and sit on the bar stool, laying my tablet and schedule out so we can get the trip to New York planned.

  "Well..." She sits across from me, slowly eating a muffin. "I guess." Pointing upward, we both look. "There's the balcony and the whole upper level that Grant was supposed to move into but never did 'cause he's a flake. So I have a whole third floor that was added on for nothing. So people can stay up there and out of my house. And the party was fifty to seventy. Leave it to Grant Matthews to fly Jonathon around Europe for a month and almost triple that number." She rolls her eyes. "But he hasn't steered me wrong yet...even though he's only a pilot and has no clue when it comes to fashion." She sighs and drops her head. "I'm tired, we were up late last night."