Pierced: Pierced Trilogy Boxed Set (17 page)

“Sit up,” he commands softly.

I do as I’m told, using my hands to push against his chest and up into a sitting position. I am now straddling him as he leans back against the pillows.
Oh boy!
He reaches over to the bedside table and grabs another foil packet, ripping it open with his fingers. Again, I watch completely captivated as he works the latex down over himself. When he’s ready he reaches for me, his large hands clasping my waist, and he lifts me up. “Come here, baby,” he mumbles. I follow his direction compliantly as he positions me over his bulging erection and slowly lowers me down onto him.

The sensation is exquisite as I feel myself mold around him. It feels so much deeper than before and I know it’s because I’m sitting on top of him. And he takes full advantage of the position, holding me in place and rocking up into me. I cry out in ecstasy, pleasure radiating out from deep within me, and he repeats the motion. He stills then and looks at me. “You move now, Sam.” His voice is husky and sexy as he lets his hands slide down my thighs. “Move up and down. You can rock back and forth. However you want to, baby.”

Oh. I move?
It’s a heady thought and more than a little bit daunting. But he is looking at me with such a carnal expression, and I want this. I want him. I can do this! Placing my hands flat on his chest, I begin to move up and down, slowly at first, unsure of myself. But my confidence is bolstered when he leans his head back, releasing a low, sexy groan of pleasure. I pick up the pace a little and I feel his hands on me, roaming over my body, caressing my flesh and massaging my breasts. I look at him and he is watching me with an intense, hooded gaze, his eyes traveling over me ravenously.

“You are so beautiful, Samantha,” he breathes.

I lower myself onto him, taking his entire length as deeply as I can.
Oh, my God!
The feeling is indescribable! So deep. So good. I begin to rock my pelvis back and forth and I moan at the wondrous feeling of him so deep inside me. “Joshua!” His name is a long, drawn out, strangled moan of pleasure.

He places his large hands around my waist to steady me, and he starts to move. He matches my rhythm with upward thrusts of his own and the feeling is mind blowing. I brace myself with my hands on his shoulders and look down into his beautiful, strained face. I feel my body building again and, throwing my head back, I cry out as my orgasm rips through me like lightening.

“Ah, fuck. Baby,” he cries as he thrusts into me sharply and then stills.

I collapse on top of him and he holds me tightly to his chest as we struggle to catch our breath. He kisses the top of my head. “Damn, that was good,” he breathes, his voice coming in choppy pants. “Hey.” He looks down at me, his hand caressing my face and lifting my chin. “How was that for you?” His eyes search mine questioningly.

Still unable to speak, I merely smile at him and his answering grin is so cute, I can’t help but giggle. He kisses my forehead and his arms tighten around me. “That’s okay,” he says with a chuckle. “You can tell me when your power of speech returns.” His words only make me giggle harder and soon, we are laughing together and holding on to each other tightly. And when our laughter subsides, he pulls out of me and removes his condom, dropping it to the floor with the first one. Then he reaches down and pulls the covers up over us and takes me into his arms, holding me closely. I snuggle up in his embrace, breathing in deep the musky, woodsy scent of him, and the last thought I remember having before being overtaken by sleep is,
Oh, this feels so good.

Chapter Ten

Joshua

I wake slowly with the strangest feeling of contentment, and I realize that I’m still holding Samantha in my arms. She is sleeping soundly. What’s the expression? ‘Like a baby.’ We’re both lying on our left sides, spooning, and I can’t help myself … I nuzzle the back of her head, inhaling deeply the soft citrus scent of her hair. She stirs slightly but doesn’t wake. Then she turns over in my arms. She snuggles even closer to me, if that’s possible, her nose grazing my chest hair. And, God help me, it feels like a slice of heaven having her in my arms! Why have I avoided this all my life?
You know why, Pierce.
I push the thought away and tighten my arms around her tiny waist and hold her close.

“Joshua.” My name softly escapes her lips as if she’s dreaming, and it sounds … almost magical. I hate ‘Joshua,’ especially since only the old man ever called me that, and usually he made it sound like an epithet. But somehow, in her slumber, Samantha has made it sound almost sacred. The way it did when she said my name last night while we were making love. I smirk to myself.
Making love.
I have never made love before in my life. For me, there has only ever been fucking. But not last night. Last night was a whole new ball game for me. That was unlike anything I have ever experienced and I can truthfully say that it was the best sex of my life. And I don’t know if it’s because of the girl or because of where my head is at.

Where is your head at, Pierce?
Hmm. Good question. My head has been all over the place lately. I can’t seem to concentrate on shit and all I can think about is Samantha and my old man and Lee Parson’s words.

“
You. Are. Not. Him.”

Yeah, maybe not. But I sure as hell got enough of his DNA. There’s no denying that I look just like the son of a bitch. My childhood pictures are like little carbon copies of his. Same dark brown, wavy hair. Same bright blue eyes. Same square jawline and chiseled features. And I learned early on that the similarities weren’t just skin deep. I’ve got his same short fuse, his hot tempered impulse to fix confrontations with my fists instead of my brain. Got me into a lot of scrapes on the schoolyard each year.

Not that I was a trouble maker. I wasn’t. But I could just never stand to watch bullies in action. To see some smaller kid get picked on or beaten up or humiliated. Nothing pissed me off faster. So each year, from elementary school on, I would spend a significant amount of time in the principal’s office for ending someone else’s fight. The only problem was, I would end those fights by beating the shit out of the bully, whether he was bigger than me or not. And although the principal usually sympathized with my cause, he couldn’t let my behavior go unpunished. So every time I was sent to the office for fighting, I would get my ass kicked at home once the old man found out. Didn’t stop my crusade though.

But those schoolyard brawls made me realize that I share the old man’s temper. And even though I never raised my hand to a girl back then, I’ve always known that I have the potential to do so. So I vowed to avoid any type of domestic entanglements with a girl. And now here I am, my body wrapped around this sweet, young thing that I cannot stop thinking about, and all I want is to lay right here with her forever. I take a deep breath and sigh as I cuddle up closer to her, feeling like I am playing with fire.

I stare down at her while she’s sleeping, studying her face. She is so damned pretty! Just the most beautiful girl I think I have ever seen. Her soft, full lips are parted slightly and her closed eyes are moving around. I think she really is dreaming, and I can’t help but wonder if she’s still dreaming of me. I smirk to myself because the thought instantly brings to mind more of Steven Tyler’s words of wisdom from one of the most beautiful songs ever recorded: Aerosmith’s “I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing.”

I must have played that song about a hundred times, learning the riffs and licks. But I don’t think I’ve ever truly understood the words or the feelings behind them, until this very moment. And I think I could honestly stay right here, lost in this moment, forever.

She stirs and her eyes flutter open. She looks surprised when she realizes that she’s curled up in my arms and I wonder what she’s thinking. She raises her face to look at me, uncertain green eyes crashing into mine. “Good morning,” I say softly.

“Good morning,” she answers shyly.

She looks so alluring tucked up against me and she stretches and runs a hand through her tousled hair self-consciously. It’s a sexy little gesture and my cock twitches in response. I lean in and kiss her softly, my lips playing with hers gently. She lets out a soft little moan and it makes me think about that sound she made last night. That sexy little whimper that drove me crazy. My cock twitches again just thinking about it and my kiss grows deeper, more insistent. As does my need.

I roll her over onto her back and I can feel my erection digging into her thigh. She feels it too and she gasps.
Hmm? Good morning, indeed.
I think she’s nervous. She starts to ramble about nothing, like she did last night.

“Um, I forgot to set the alarm last night,” she whispers, looking at me a little anxiously.

“It’s still early,” I reply, kissing her neck and glancing over at her alarm clock. “What time do you have to be at work?”

“I uh … the … the museum is closed on Mondays,” she stutters as I trail soft kisses from behind her ear down the length of her neck. “Um, it’s my day off,” she whispers.

“Lucky you,” I mumble with a smile as I grab the last foil packet off the bedside table and tear it open with my teeth. I waste no time in removing the condom from the packet and rolling in on and when I look up at her, she is watching the process with great interest. I smile at her innocence and lean up to kiss her again. Our kiss is passionate and deep. Long, slow strokes of my tongue against hers and she tastes so good. So sweet. And as our tongues continue to slow dance, I enter her slowly and deliberately, driving deeper and deeper until I seat myself fully before pulling back and plowing forward again, just as slowly. She moans into my mouth and her hands find their way into my hair and I feel her give in to my languid pace, her hips rising up to meet mine with each leisurely thrust.
Oh, she is so tight!
I think my head actually starts to spin.

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” I whisper into her ear. Then I nibble a trail from her earlobe, across her jaw and over to her lips, kissing her passionately once more. I keep up the slow, steady pace, in and out, as I continue to kiss her deeply and in no time at all I can feel her building, which is a good thing because, the way I feel right now, I know that I’m not going to last long. She starts to moan loudly and I feel her inner muscles start to quiver. Yes! “Joshua,” she moans my name and it sounds like a prayer.
Fuck yes!

“Oh, that’s it, baby,” I coax her softly. “Come for me, Sam.”

She detonates and I can feel her spasms as she convulses around my cock. That feeling paired with her cries of pleasure is all that’s needed to push me over the edge and I explode magnificently, deep inside of her.
Oh yeah. Best sex of my life.

I trail soft kisses over her jaw and up to her mouth, ending with a soft pass of her lips. “Good morning,” I say again, quietly. She grins shyly at me and she blushes slightly.

“Good morning, Josh.”

Her bright green eyes seem to twinkle at me in the morning light and I get lost in them for a second.
Jesus, Pierce, snap out of it!
I look away nervously and glance at the alarm clock. 6:40 am. I need to be at the station by 8:00. I clear my throat. “I have to be at work soon. Is it okay if I get a shower?”

“Yes. Of course,” she says softly. “The bathroom is right through there,” she motions toward the door with her chin. I look at her for a moment and I know that I should say something about last night. About what I told her. But honestly, right now I don’t know what to say exactly. I told her last night that I wasn’t sure how I would feel in the morning and that’s still true. I have no fucking clue how I feel about last night. About her. Hell, I don’t even know how I feel about me at this point. I can’t say anything right now.

I pull out of her and roll over to the other side of the bed. Sitting up, I run a hand through my hair and take a deep breath and sigh. I remove the spent condom I’m wearing and bend down to pick up the two from last night off the floor. Then I get up and head toward the bathroom and I can feel her eyes on me the whole time but, she doesn’t speak. When I get to the door of the bathroom she says, “There are fresh towels in the linen closet in there.”

“Thanks,” I nod, looking back at her with a small smile. Her answering shy smile makes me melt. She is so … sweet.

I turn and head into the bathroom, closing the door behind me and just stand there for a second looking around. Jeez, this is really some place. The word ‘huge’ would be an understatement. The bathroom is nearly as big as her bedroom is. In fact, my entire bathroom at home would fit inside Samantha’s shower! This place looks like a spa or something. I shake my head and walk over to the linen closet for a towel and wash cloth, dropping the spent condoms into the trash as I go. I grab a towel, suddenly feeling out of my depth again. Even the towels are a great big flashing reminder that this girl is way out of my league. Extra big and super fluffy. They’re the kind of towels that you know cost a fortune from one of those boutique stores that I would never shop in.
What the hell are you doing here, Pierce?
Opening the glass shower door, I step in and turn on the water. The shower head is the size of a dinner plate and I stand beneath it letting the hot water and the steam engulf me as my mind begins to work overtime.

Seventeen years. That’s how long I have actively avoided any romantic entanglements. I smirk to myself as I run my hands through my wet hair and raise my face to the cascading water. Seventeen years is a really long time. I was fourteen years old when I made that vow to myself. Fourteen years old when the explosive situation in my house finally imploded. I will never forget that night as long as I live. The nightmares won’t let me. Neither will the guilt. I carry it around with me every single day. And at night … the nightmares take over.

Nightmares. Suddenly, it dawns on me that I didn’t have a nightmare last night. I frown as I grab the soap from the small shelf and lather up the wash cloth. I have nightmares every night. Sometimes they’re just the random, garden variety kind where I see him using my mom as a punching bag and knocking her to the floor. Those are the ones that wake me up in a cold sweat. But most of the time, I dream about
that
night, and I wake up screaming. But it’s always one or the other. Every single night of my life since I was fourteen. Except last night. I frown again. Why not last night?