There hasn’t been time to feel lonely, except when Pierce and I have our nightly call. He’s been busier than ever, and the weeks he doesn’t have the kids, he’s pushing long days, too. The Charleston Brasher Hotel and whatever side project he has are in full swing, and he’s exhausted.
The good news is that it seems he and Connie are at an impasse. There have been no more tense situations, and the kids are thriving in school. Maya’s visit with the child psychologist seemingly went well, and while the psychologist couldn’t disclose much about their private conversation, she assured Pierce that Maya is in a normal mental space for a girl her age. She’s dealing with feelings toward her parents but nothing out of the ordinary for an almost twelve-year-old entering middle school.
The times I’ve spoken to them, they’ve been happy.
I’m lost in my thoughts, not paying attention, when Runner yanks on the leash, lunging forward and whining excitedly. A movement in the distance catches my eye, and I stop, frozen to the spot. The ringing in my ears pulses to the rhythm of my heart at the beautiful man striding across the walkway. I drop the leash, and we race to Pierce. He barely has time to brace before I’m attached to his front while my dog is at his side. My mouth covers his face, kissing everywhere before landing on his lips.
The instant our tongues meet, electrifying sparks race through my system. His taste, his scent, his touch, all of it soaks into me. My mouth presses harder to his, my hands going to his scalp and tugging on his hair. The soft bristle of his beard rubs along my cheeks and chin, and I moan in appreciation. His arms clutch around my middle, supporting me as I kiss him greedily, unable to control myself.
His chest vibrates against mine in a low rumble. “God, I fucking miss you.” He tears away too quickly, leaving me panting.
“What are you doing here? I thought your meeting was on Wednesday.”
“I came early to surprise you.”
“I love your surprises.” I smile against his lips.
Runner decides he’s done waiting for his greeting, bumping into us over and over. Pierce sets me on my feet and crouches to give him a rubdown. It’s then I get a good look at him, and my heartbeat speeds for a different reason. Something’s off. His eyes and face show signs of exhaustion and stress from more than endless hours working and now a cross-country flight.
“You okay?” I run my fingers over the top of his head.
“I am now. In about a minute, I’ll be even better.” He stands, grabbing my hand, while Runner takes off in the direction of my door.
I want to ask him more about what’s bothering him, but the instant we’re inside, all conscious thought flies out of my brain. He attacks, pinning me against the wall and ripping my sweater over my head. His fingers flick the clasp of my bra, leaving goosebumps as he slowly slides it down my arms. His eyes darken and blister into my skin as he stares at my naked chest. He strums his thumbs over my nipples until they’re hard and aching. Need and desire ignite from deep inside, coursing in my veins.
His lips and tongue brush tenderly around one nipple while he continues to caress the other. I arch into him, silently begging for more. He sucks and nips, teasing and tormenting until I’m winded and dizzy with lust. My calf hooks around his hip, pulling him closer so I can grind against the hardened outline of his cock.
“Baby, if you do that, I’m going to blow in my jeans.”
“You’re torturing me.”
His hand travels down my side, sliding under the waistband of my pants and directly beneath my panties. I gasp as one finger slips inside and curls, joined immediately by another.
“Soaked. For weeks, all I could think about how is hot this is, knowing it’s all mine.”
“Yes.” I clench around his fingers.
“You want more?”
“Please,” I beg shamelessly,
He pumps them in and out, twisting and rolling, while his mouth goes back to my nipple. Pressure builds low in my spine, my hips grinding down on his hand.
“Fuck my fingers, baby. I can’t hold out much longer. My dick is throbbing for you.”
“I want you inside me.”
“You can have me as soon as I feel you come apart.”
“No… ahhhh…” I moan when he hits the perfect spot. All it takes is one swipe of his thumb across my clit, and the pressure explodes, tiny dots popping in my vision as I have my first Pierce induced orgasm in what seems like forever. He continues his movements until I’m trembling and writhing.
My head hits the wall, and a cold rush of air coats my overheated skin when he jerks my leggings down. “Help me out, baby.”