Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
TINSLEY
Asmall moan leaves me as I start to wake. I can feel a dull ache at my temples. How many drinks and shots did I have last night? It doesn’t matter at this point. My mouth is dry, and I need water.
Why do my legs hurt? I must have been dancing my ass off. I go to stretch them out and freeze. I’m not face down on a mattress. My eyes pop open to see a chest covered in tattoos. I’m plastered to him. The realization of who I’m in bed with hits me.
Oh my God. I want to turn my head to look up to see if Pierce is sleeping, but if I move, I could wake him.
My mind snaps back to last night, trying to recall what happened. The plan I’d had to seduce Pierce slams into me. I knew I was in over my head, but still I kept pushing. We danced and kissed, and I flirted hard with him. I honestly had a blast. It was truly my best birthday.
Oh noes, I sang “Vigilante Shit” to him in what I’m guessing I thought was a sexy warning, but I then followed up with “Lover.” I have lost my mind. Now I have to find a way out of here with part of my dignity.
What if this was all a plan and now he’s going to embarrass me? That Biff, Gliff, or whatever the hell his name is sent him. The thought fills me with utter panic. Why does that seem worse than anything else? Why does the thought of Pierce tricking me feel like a knife to the heart?
“Babe.” Pierce's hand slides up from my ass to my hip as reality settles in. I’m straddling him now, and his very hard cock is pressed against my thin panties. “Relax.”
“Relax?!” I hiss, bolting up to a sitting position.
It makes me push down on his cock more so it hits my clit, which has a pulse of its own already for some reason.
The reason behind it hits me suddenly. It’s because I was having a sex dream before I woke up!
Was I humping him in my sleep? “This isn’t happening. ”
“Better not be a fucking dream.” His eyes travel down my face to my chest.
“Eek!” I squeak, my hands going to my bare breasts.
“I was enjoying that view.” His hair is ruffled, and a short beard has formed. He even wakes up hot as fuck. I bet I'm a mess. I mean, clearly I am.
“You’re going to get it.” I growl at him.
“I’m good with that.” He puts his hands behind his head. “Give it your best shot, spitfire.” He at least has on a pair of sweatpants. That’s unfair.
“Why do you have clothes on and I don’t?” This is not where my focus should be, but this is also not where I’m supposed to be.
"We're back to that again?" He says this with a playful smile. This man is far too charming. Wait, I said that before. My confusion or lack of memory at the moment must show. "You’re the one that took your dress off."
"I did not."
I did. I one hundred percent did in fact do that.
It's all flooding back. Pierce chuckled and tried to get me to put one of his shirts on, but I lied again and said it was scratchy against my skin.
I'm a hussy. A loud gasp leaves me when I see a shiny band on my left finger. I lift my hand to inspect it quickly, remembering that I need that hand to cover my boobs. I close one eye to make sure I’m seeing things correctly and look again. Yep, still there.
"We got married." I scramble off his lap, almost rolling off the side of the bed. Pierce grabs hold of me so that I don't face-plant on the floor.
"You did that on purpose." One of his large hands is gripping one of my breasts, while the other hand is holding my hip.
"I wasn't the one hurrying off of me. I didn't want your little ass to go anywhere," he says with a slow drawl. "I want to spend the morning in bed with my wife."
"Don't call me that." I wiggle free, and he ensures that I land on my feet.
I grab the phone from the nightstand and rush to the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.
I place the phone on the ledge next to the sink.
I cover my face in my hands when I catch sight of the hickey on my left breast. The one I demanded he give me so that I too could have a tattoo, at least that's what my drunk ass was calling it. I probably should never drink again. One night of being twenty-one and look at the mess I’m in.
I snatch the phone off the ledge and realize it's not mine. "You need the code, or would you like your own phone?" Pierce asks from the other side of the door. I only glare at it. It's actually a hard question to answer. I want both.
"I can't believe Hollis married us!" I put my hand over my mouth because I keep shouting things out of left field. Could I still be drunk? That has to be it.
"You threatened all of us with death if he didn’t."
My seduction plan grew as the night went on. I was sure if I was married to Pierce, then he could in no way be Biff's lawyer. This all made sense to me after consuming alcohol. I swear I thought I was some sort of mastermind.
"Sucker, no prenup!" He only chuckles. I flip the door open after I stumble with the lock, making it lose the dramatic effect I was going for. "What's so funny?" I use my forearm to cover my boobs.
"You make me laugh." He gives a lazy shrug of his shoulders.
Pierce has got one hand braced on each side of the doorframe, his sweatpants hanging low, showing off the hard outline of his cock. It's proportionate to the rest of him.
"We can't even be married. We didn't consummate the marriage." I would know if that had been inside of me.
"No better time than the present."
"You horndog." I sound like my grandma. Who says horndog?
"Horny for my wife? Isn't that as it should be?" I'm shaking my head no the whole time he speaks. Yet my body is feeling the exact opposite. The thought of him wanting me and calling me his wife is pushing all of the right buttons.
"It doesn't matter. That"—I point at his cock—"will never fit inside of me."
"That's all right." His voice goes soft and sympathetic. "If I can only ever get a few inches in, I'll still die a happily married man in the end." My mouth drops open, and I’m honestly at a loss for words.
"Oh my God." That’s the best I can do right now. I slam the door again but jerk it back open, this time not covering myself. He's already seen it. I hold my hand out with my shoulders back. He takes it and kisses the back, and I smack his hand away. "My phone, you pervert."
"I'm the pervert?" His brows rise in a challenge. I might have been the one climbing all over him. He spent most of the time making sure I didn't fall. Thank God he was a gentleman or who the hell knows how much further last night would have gone? I respect him for that.
"Phone," I snip, and he pulls it out of his pocket. "You stole it?"
"Safe keeping."
"Stole it."
"We're married, so I'm not sure that's the case." I slam the door again. It's childish, but it feels nice. I spot a buttoned shirt hanging on a hook and put it on as I call Katherine.
“Ghostbusters! What can we do for you?” she answers.
“Why are you so chipper?” I know she was matching drinks with me.
“I don’t know. I feel great.” Okay, we are both still drunk.
“We have a problem.”
“Why are we whispering?” she whispers back.
“Because I’m in a compromising situation.”
“You’re at Hollis’s place, right?” Is that what she was told?
“Oh shit, I see your location. You hussy, this is taking the seduction thing to a whole other level. Damn, when you commit, you go all the way. I wish I had that kind of dedication. Do you think there is a class or something that teaches dedication?” She pauses her rambling.
“I want extra cheese, please,” Katherine shouts.
“Do you want to come over for breakfast?”
I have never met a person who talks more. When I was in the city, I'd call her at night, and she'd talk me to sleep.
"Katherine!" I hiss.
"It's fine if you want to have Betty's breakfast. I won’t tell Grams."
"I'm hiding in Pierce's bathroom in his shirt with a wedding ring on my finger!" So much for whispering.
"Wait, hold on here." Finally she gets serious. "You got married without me? You could have at least let me wear a horrible bridesmaid's dress." I hadn't thought about the wedding. I want one if I'm married. I shake those stupid thoughts from my head.
"I'm not really married."
"You are," Pierce says from the other side of the door.
"Stop eavesdropping!"
"Do you want to let me go? Friends should avoid interfering in each other's relationships. It can cause problems."
"I'm going to murder you and leave you in the Hollowsville corn maze."
"I'm going to put spiders in your bedroom."
"Don't say that." I get the chills thinking about it. For a girl that spooks easily, there isn't a bug or creature she won't pick up like they're old friends. I’m usually ready to stomp them and she’s setting them free outside so they can invade once again.
"I don't mean it,” she says sheepishly. "What are you really up to?"
"I told you!"
"Wait, all that is serious? I thought you were messing with me. That maybe you and Giant Man made up, and you went to Hollis's to settle it all for good."
"Yeah, and my bright idea was marriage."
The line goes quiet.
"Tins…"
"I'm dead serious."
"Oh my God!" Finally, she's catching up. "We've done it this time."
"It's fine, I was drunk. It can't be legal, and I'm still a virgin."
"You're a virgin?" Pierce sounds as though I’ve surprised the hell out of him.
"Do you have your ear to the door or something?!"
"I'm fucking with you. You told me last night when you asked me to 'pop that cherry'—your words, not mine."
Kill me now.
Katherine bursts into snorting laughter. I hang up on her and start texting.
Katherine: That was rude.
Me: He can hear everything.
Katherine: Oh right, game plan?
Me: Meet me in the back and bring pants and shoes.
She sends a thumbs-up and then another text.
Katherine: Hussy
I eye the window. It's small, but so am I.