Interloper
LEXI
My foot slips from the small matching tattoo I never expected to see again.
Mine is the only ink on my body. It hurt like a bitch when I was sixteen, enough to scare me from wanting any more.
But Pierce’s torso is covered in intricate designs I could get lost in.
Yet, he left that terrible one by my hand alone.
The last piece of my shattered heart gets welded back in place. The damage’s still done, but it beats a little steadier now.
His teasing fingers finally move between my thighs, the ache in my core a violent throb that keeps intensifying.
“Pierce,” I growl.
His ability to draw this out and torture me with the softest touches has my frustration peaking. I want so much more.
“Fuck the foreplay. I need you inside me, now!”
His eyes snap up from my pussy, the pupils blown black at my demand. It’s like I’ve released a demon from the depths of hell. Without saying a word, he grips my thighs, hauls my ass to the edge of the mattress, and slams home.
A moan rips from my chest, echoing off the walls. He’s bigger than I remember. Or maybe my pussy’s more sensitive, because I can feel every veiny ridge of him, and that piercing only enhances the rough way he ruts in and out of me.
He’s a madman. One thing on his mind, and I don’t know if I’ll survive the outcome.
His lips capture my sensitive, tight nipple, sending a zing of pleasure to my toes. I could probably come from his mouth alone. My orgasm builds in my core, the tightness readying to unfold in a matter of seconds if he keeps his ministrations at this pace.
It’s too fast, I want him longer, but we have all the time in the world now. I crossed the line. Gave him the magic words. Removed the mythical barrier between us.
Nothing will stop him now.
“God, I missed the way your pussy squeezes the life out of me, Lex. I’m not going to last, but I promise to take my time with you later.”
“I don’t care, just make me come,” I beg. It’s been too damn long.
“Whatever you say, Princess.”
It’s no longer a cursed nickname said with hurt wrapped in despise to hide his true feelings. It’s a prayer whispered in my ear, full of assurances.
His deft fingers squeeze between our bodies, finding my clit like he has an internalized lock-on system. His hips slow, dragging out the euphoria that I’ve only ever managed to find with him.
“I’m—fuuuck, Pierce, I’m coming.”
My nails rake down his back, and the added sensation throws him over the edge. Noted.
He jerks, stuttering his pace, before slamming into me deeper than he had while he was going full force. His cock twitches inside me, pulsing his release, and the hoarse groan of pleasure that rumbles in his chest immediately makes me ready for round two.
He’s fucked me into a stupor. I’d be happy to stay right here and fall asleep; my eyes are already heading in that direction, until a sharp movement takes me by surprise.
Pierce rears back, pulling out of me, and I wince at the shift in fullness. But the bump comes again, and my eyes grow wide.
“Was that?” he asks, and I hope the tone in his voice is wonder and not disgust.
His eyes don’t move from my stomach, likely waiting to see if they move like an alien again. Awkwardly, I roll to sit up, struggling with my center of gravity thrown off.
“Uhh… is it weird that they just interrupted the moment?”
He ignores my question, instead asking, “Was that the first time?”
“That intense, yeah. I’ve only felt little flutters before. I wasn’t even sure it was them.”
Resituating into a more comfortable position while he stares in wonder, until I wince.
“What? Is it painful?”
My cheeks burn because that wince had nothing to do with his current fascination.
“Actually, that was because I could feel your cum sliding out of me, making a mess on the mattress.”
His self-satisfied smirk tells me he likes that little bit of information way too much. His cock thickening back to life is also a huge hint.
“Stay there.”
I planned on it.
He turns for the bathroom, disappearing behind the door as the water turns on, before returning with a wet towel.
“Stand up,” he orders, holding out a hand to help.
He drops to his knees, brings my hand to his shoulder for support, and my foot to his bent knee. When the towel runs slowly up my leg, to the junction of my thighs, wiping up the mess he made of me, I shiver at the intimacy. It’s erotic to be taken care of like this.
When we were younger, we were too inexperienced to think about aftercare. Shit, I didn’t even realize you were supposed to pee after sex until I was closer to eighteen. It was a miracle we didn’t end up in our current predicament back then, with how careless we were about protection, too.
Now here he is, on his knees, for the second time tonight. He knows what he’s doing.
“There. Better?” he asks, looking up at me before he leans in and drops a kiss to my pubic bone, and another to my stomach.
“Get in bed. I’ll be right back.”
He heads for the door, stopping to look back at me one last time with the biggest smile on his handsome face before disappearing down the hall.
I’m still in shock. After years of faking it with Evan to the point I was numb, feelings are almost a new experience for me.
I’d forgotten what it felt like to be genuinely happy.
And this right here, more than satisfied sexually with a man who looks at me like I hung that damn moon, melts away the ice princess persona I’ve held on to for so long.
I slip into the bathroom, take care of business, and slide my silk robe on, barely able to close it over my bump.
Stopping at the sink, I inspect myself in the mirror.
The woman reflected back at me is a version of the old me, before I ripped my heart out and torched it for answers.
But I’m older, tired around the eyes, and jaded from the years I volunteered myself for.
At least it was worth it in the end.
“Lex?” Pierce calls from the bedroom, back from whatever it was he was doing.
When I step out of the bathroom, he’s kicked back on the bed. Half covered, but those tattoos I want to explore are on display. The food tray that’s gotten more use since this man moved in than it ever did when Harlow and I lived together is propped in the middle, covered in snacks.
“You brought a feast.”
“Figured you’d be hungry after that.”
“Famished,” I tease with a wink, because fuck the food. I want a taste of him.
But my stomach takes that very inopportune moment to grumble its agreement.
Climbing into my bed, I’m struck by how comfortable it feels. Like we’ve somehow managed to find a time machine, crank the dial back half a decade or so, and it’s like none of the bad shit ever happened. It’s nice, but it also has me on edge, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“That’s not a snack.” I point to the small box hidden amongst the spread.
“Nothing gets past you, huh, Princess?” He laughs, pulling out the box for me.
The hinge pops open, revealing a sparking silver charm bracelet. It’s not something I’d ever buy for myself, but when my eyes catch on the charms, I can’t help but love them.
A tiara. A carriage. A heart.
So simple, yet so perfect for our fresh start.
The traitorous tears fall from my eyes, and Pierce gets a worried look on his face.
“If you don’t like it, I can take it back,” he assures me, reaching for the box.
Snatching it away, I send him a withering stare. “You will not. I love it! I just wasn’t expecting it. How did you—?”
“I bought it when you told me the baby was mine. I was waiting for you to come around, to remember you’re mine too.”
“I’m sorry.” I sniffle, probably looking a hot mess. “It took me so long.”
“Baby, I’d wait forever for you.” His thumb swipes the wetness away from my cheeks, reaching into the box to pull the jewelry from its case.
“But there’s something special about this. I need you not to freak out, remember how much you love it, and me.”
“Okayyyy.”
He clasps the bracelet closed around my wrist and twirls it until the heart is on top. He spins the charm so I can see the back, expecting to see something sweet, like our initials etched in the space, but that’s not it. Instead, it’s just a smaller heart set inside the charm.
His thumb pushes against it and holds. Two seconds later, his phone blares to life on my nightstand. He releases his hold on my wrist and grabs the screaming device, silencing it before he shows me the screen.
There, plain as day, is a red dot on a map.
“You bought me a tracker.” I take a breath, trying to calm the rising anger bubbling in my veins. It doesn’t work. “Like a fucking dog!”
“I said, don’t freak out.”
“Yeah, that was before I knew this was more than just a sweet gift you saw one day and thought would be perfect for me.”
“You’re right.” His voice is stern. “It is more than just a bracelet you can throw on your dresser and forget about. It’s peace of mind that if you’re ever in trouble, I’ll be able to find you. Both of you.” His eyes quirk down and then back at me.
Dammit. I hate this. I don’t want to be tracked like a piece of property, an animal someone owns.
But I see his point—Evan’s still MIA. My baby daddy/boyfriend, if we’re even back to that point yet, is in a motorcycle club.
One that gets up to God knows what. And I’m not all too certain that I haven’t been followed lately.
I didn’t mention it to Pierce because I know I’m probably just being paranoid.
“Please, Lexi. It only transmits if you hold the charm down for three seconds. It’s only if you need it.”
“Fine.” I huff, knowing I’ll wear the damn thing for him.
“Thank you, baby. Now, let’s watch something so I can finally fall asleep with you in my arms.”
Fuck… and that’s why this man’s getting his way.