Chapter Eight
Paige
Being a girlfriend is new to me—but so far, so good.
Laughing as I watch Pierce dance through the kitchen, singing into his wooden spoon as Bruce Springsteen blares on the radio, I am the happiest I have ever been. It has been a few days since the ill-fated flower delivery that broke me out in hives and kept me sick all night. He was there every single moment, holding my hair back as I retched, fed me crackers and club soda, washed me, and rubbed creams or powders on every single spot he could find.
To be honest—I think he just likes touching me. Not that I mind.
Now he is making me waffles with crispy fried chicken, my very favorite. Dancing in the kitchen in his Addias sweats and bare feet, he is the hottest thing I have ever seen. To my complete surprise—he is mine.
“Morning, boyfriend,” I call as I push my thick hair into a banana clip.
Twirling to face me, he almost drops the spoon. Grinning, he starts to belt out the song, reaching out for me. Laughing, I go to him, letting him spin me through the room. Holding me close, he sways me back and forth.
“Morning girl of mine,” he hums, dropping a sweet kiss at my lips. “How we feeling today, baby?”
“Better. Almost a hundred percent. Those waffles will make me whole again, I have no doubt.”
Face lighting up, he flushes and my heart swells in my chest. Lord, I am falling fast and hard for this man. He is so sweet, so kind, and so good to me, I don’t know how I found him. I am glad I did. Glad he was waiting for me to find him and gave me a chance to call him mine.
“You really mine?” I whisper as I loop my arms around his neck.
Pierce sobers, lifting me atop the counter, stepping between my knees. Nodding, he brushes a tender touch over my cheek. “I am. Every part of me is all yours, baby,” he husks, his eyes darkening the way they do when he talks so sweet.
Pulling him close with my legs at his hips and my arms at his broad shoulders, I sigh. Dipping my head, I know he will be there, his lips waiting for mine. We kiss soft, slow, no rush because we know we have all the time in the world. He tastes sweet like his mouthwash and sweet syrup.
“This is so nice,” I whisper as we break apart to catch our breath. “Is it supposed to be this easy, Pierce? It feels so easy being with you.”
“You want something hard,” his voice dips as he presses his hips against my center. I bite my lip at how hard he is. “I can give you hard, baby.”
“Mm, I think I do,” I tease, rocking my hips against his.
“Do you, now? Right now? Because…I’d burn this place down if you want me.”
Heat flares between my legs and I whimper, nodding. I do. I want him. I have never felt this before. This aching, burning, almost painful pull between my thighs, something I know just him filling me will ease. He starts to pull me off the counter when we hear a knock at the door.
Frowning, he playfully shushes me, forcing both of us to go still. As if that will make whoever is at the door go away. Another knock comes before a booming voice shouts his name. I blink at him in surprise before he sighs, shoulders going down in defeat.
“Brenden. He did me a solid yesterday. Had him and his old lady clear your place of flowers. Couldn’t let you go home with them all over.”
Staring down at him, my heart could explode it is so full. Pulling him back, I lay a deep, wet, kiss on his mouth. He growls, trying to carry me off to the bedroom before Brenden knocks again. I laugh and rush down the hall to get some clothes on.
Remembering as I reach the bedroom that I am at his place, not mine, I laugh. Looks as if I am borrowing a few things. Going to his closet, I thumb through, smiling at the band shirts hanging there. Bon Jovi, Def Leppard, and Fleetwood Mac, some of the greats. I gasp when I see a battered Heart shirt.
“This is mine! Honey, this shirt is mine now,” I call as I pull it out, slipping it on without waiting for his answer.
The red shirt falls to my thighs, and I smile as I bring a handful of it to my nose. Obsession. It smells like his cologne, his soap, just him. Yes, this is mine now. Going to the dresser, I pull the first drawer open, wondering if he would mind me nosing through his things. Spotting his boxers, I grin and pull a pair out, sliding them up my thighs.
“Putting my clothes on just so I can take them off later?”
Whirling, I laugh when I see him watching me. His eyes are dark as they slide over me. I love that color, they get that way whenever he is...turned on, whenever he wants to touch me or kiss me. Nodding, I pull the boxers up with a snap, rolling the waistband a few times.
“What if I am, boyfriend?”
“Well, good,” he answers, licking his lips as he takes slow, measured steps towards me. I back up until I hit the bed. “I do like getting you naked. It might be my new favorite thing, in fact,” he teases me, chasing me as I dart past him to run towards the kitchen.
Skidding to a stop when I get there, my heart expands once again. Sitting at the table is a beautiful spread of food. His crispy chicken and crunchy waffles, some orange juice I would bet he squeezed himself, and some plastic flowers in a vase. Lined up neatly beside my plate is medicine to fend off anymore reaction to the beautiful flowers he sent me.
Whirling back to face him, I try to cover my trembling lips. Try to swipe at the tears in my eyes. He sees it all. And I am glad he does. I do not want to hide or hold back what this man has made me feel.
I never want to let go of how good he has made my life so suddenly.
“Oh, baby,” he coos, his beautiful face falling as he comes close. “None of that, Paige. No tears. I wanted to make up for last night.”
“There was nothing to make up for. Those flowers...no one else has ever sent me flowers. Not for a birthday or perfect grades at prep school or graduating top of my class. I had everything but I never had...except what mattered. Those flowers, Frenchie, breakfast, last night...you’ve given me more than anyone else has ever given me, Pierce. I think you’re the best boyfriend on the planet. Even if it’s your first day being a boyfriend.”
Pierce beams down at me, dipping his head to kiss me softly. I sigh against his mouth, letting him lift me against him. My legs wind around his hips as my arms close tight around his neck. Opening my mouth to his probing tongue, I moan as I taste the buttery goodness of his waffles.
“Feed me,” I pant, licking his mouth greedily. “I am starved.”
“What if I want something sweeter than chicken and waffles?”
Blinking at him in shock, I can’t form words. Lying me back on the table, he doesn’t wait for me to speak. Sitting down at the table, he never takes his eyes off my face as he pulls at the boxers I just slid on. I gasp as he bares me to him, his eyes dipping to get a good look at the folds between my thighs. I start to shake as he lifts my thighs, kissing each gently, before dropping them on his shoulders.
“Let me taste you, baby,” he hums, wetting his lip with a slow, sexy drag of his tongue. “Been wanting to since I first laid eyes on you.”
“I... I mean...no one...has ever....” I hide my face with shaking hands.
“Good. It’s mine. I never wanted to taste a woman before you, baby.”
Once he says the words, he licks a long, slow path through my sex, and I cry out. It’s hot, delicious against my clit. Spreading my thighs a little more for him, I sit up on my elbows to watch. Slowly he licks me, wiggling his tongue, rubbing it over the swollen clit before he shoves it inside of me.
“Oh my god! Pierce...” I cry out as his teeth drag over my clit, sending a dozen bombs off inside of me.
“It’s sweet, just like I thought. Mine. It’s all mine, Paige. Do you get me? No one else will ever taste how damn sweet your pussy is. It belongs to me now. Let me taste you, be good for me, come in my mouth. Say you belong to me and come in my mouth. Oh, that’s it, baby. My good girl.”
“Yes, yes, I belong to you!” I scream as he sucks hard at my clit, sending sensations vibrating through me unlike anything I’ve ever known.
Pierce stares up at me as he continues sucking at me, his fingers pushing inside me. I shake beneath him as he eats me to another orgasm that has my eyes crossing. I shout his name as he sucks and licks, his fingers pumping inside of me until I think I might come apart beneath his touch.
“Jesus you’re so damn pretty. I want to watch you come for the rest of my damn life,” he rasps, staying between my thighs until I stop shaking.
Reaching for him as he stands, I drag him down on top of me. His mouth seals to mine, shocking me because I taste myself on his lips. His tongue licks at my mouth the way that drives me crazy and I rub against him shamelessly. Sliding my hand down between us, I push at his boxers.
“Pierce...I want to feel you inside me. I want you to have me.”
“I want inside you too,” he hums against my throat, his hands pushing beneath the Heart shirt, palms rough against my nipples. “Let me do it right. I want to take you out without ruining it, without making you sick. I keep messing things up. I want it to be perfect for both of us, baby.”
How can I argue with him? I can’t, so I do not even try. Sitting at the table, he pulls me down to settle me on his lap, tugging my plate over. Handing me the meds he carefully laid out, he watches me take them and I am struck with how much he has taken care of me since we met. He loves to take care of me, and I love being taken care of. I am the luckiest girl in Pine Grove.
Something tells me I am never shaking this man—not that I ever want to.