He shoved his pants down, nudged her to her back again, then aligned his crest at her opening. “Tell me this is mine.”
“It’s yours,” she gasped.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
She met his stare. “I’m yours.”
“And no one else’s,” he growled. “Don’t you ever fucking forget that.”
Brea nodded. It was all she could manage before he gripped her hips in his big hands and impaled her with his cock.
She gasped, back arching, as she went from clenching and empty to blessedly bursting full in seconds. “Just yours.”
“Yes.” He clutched her with rough fingers and pushed in deeper, setting a million nerve endings inside her on fire.
“More…”
Pierce hissed, teeth bared, as he set a steady rhythm. Her breasts bounced with every thrust. Her toes curled. Her clit swelled. But it wasn’t enough.
She wrapped straining fingers around his thick, bunching shoulders. “Please. I need—”
“Me to fuck you harder?”
“Yes!” Even the promise had her body revving and tightening.
“Oh. I’m fucking dying”—he banged his way inside her with more force, prodding a spot that had her eyes flaring and her desire soaring—“to be inside this sweet, tight cunt and remind you that… You. Belong. To. Me.”
“I do,” she panted. “I always have.”
He crushed her lips beneath his for a feverish press, then wrenched back with a gasp. Their stares collided. She fell into those twin black holes. There was no escape, especially when he grabbed her hair in one fist and pressed her closer. “From now on, no one else fucks you.”
“Only you,” she blurted as her tension gathered and her blood rushed. “Only ever you.”
Pierce shoved himself deeper, then halted as he pushed his face against hers with a growl. “Ever?”
Her heart and her breath both ceased in that moment. “Just you.”
“Why?”
She needed him to thrust inside her again too much to filter. “I’m in love with you.”
His whole face softened as he withdrew, then plunged home again. “Oh, Brea… Baby. My pretty girl. I fucking love you so much. I’ve wanted to tell you…”
His words and his touch sent her heart soaring. “Really?”
Brea didn’t get a chance to say more before he seized her mouth and slammed deep, filling her again and again. Breathless, clawing, desperate, she rocked under him, pressed against him, let herself be full of him. Her need rose to dizzying heights. She cried out, called his name. Legs wrapped around him, her nails in his back, she urged him on, more aroused by every growl and harsh breath he panted in her ear.
He grew impossibly harder inside her. His strokes lengthened, deepened. His fiery stare riveted her every bit as much as his insistent cock.
“You going to come for me again?” he asked.
“I’m close…” The ache swirled and churned just behind her clit, almost there.
He ground his pelvis against her, providing the extra friction she needed to completely unravel.
“Yes… Pierce!”
“Oh, fuck. That pussy. Baby!”
The force of his impaling cock sent her higher, robbing her of breath and thought. Vaguely, she was aware of the table shaking as his every thrust inched it across the hardwood floors. Then his body stiffened, his back bowed, and he gave a hoarse shout of ecstasy. A sudden gush of warmth filled her.
They’d forgotten a condom again.
She needed to see her doctor about birth control, because right or wrong, sin or not, she wasn’t giving up the pleasure she shared with Pierce Walker. He owned her—heart and body.
And he loved her.
Rough breaths and damp skin aside, she smiled up at him. “That was better than dinner.”
He smiled in return. “Way better. Want to finish the pasta now or…”
When he nodded toward the stairs, she didn’t hesitate. “Definitely or.”
“Hmm, you’re perfect.” Pierce kissed her, then eased free of her body before helping her off the table.
Brea stood on unsteady feet. “I’ll put the food back in the oven.”
“Great. I’ll start the shower.”
“Shower?”
His grin widened. “I want to clean you up before I dirty you again.”
She bit her lip shyly. He had a wonderfully filthy mind. “That sounds good.”
“I’m going for awesome. You can tell me later if I get there.” He cradled her face in his hands. “I don’t ever want to give you a reason to go to bed with anyone else.”
She blushed. He must know she wouldn’t. But his expression said otherwise.
Then again, she’d given him too many reasons to think she was still romantically involved with Cutter. She needed to sit him down and set him straight.
Promise me you won’t ever tell him we’re not a couple. That will be like waving a red cape in a bull’s face.
“Don’t keep me waiting.” Pierce kissed her, then dashed up the stairs.
Brea covered their dishes, then schlepped them into the oven. Back in the dining room, she picked up their clothes and left them folded on the table. Then she headed up the stairs.
She heard the water running, but he hadn’t turned on any lights. She stopped halfway down the shadowy hall. The air pinged with tension. “Pierce?”
Brea felt his body heat behind her an instant before he pressed himself into her back and plastered her, front first, against the wall.
He nuzzled his face in her neck. “You’re still naked.”
His breath made her shiver. Her own turned choppy. “Yes.”
“Good. I like you that way.” Pierce took her hands and tangled their fingers together. She had no idea what he was doing until he pressed her palms flat against the wall. “Keep them here.” Then he shoved his feet between hers and nudged them apart. “I want you splayed out and helpless. You can’t stop me from kissing your neck or playing with your pussy. I can rub against you, put my scent all over you, slide my dick inside you again.”
And he could. Already she could feel him hard and prodding her backside.
A thick ache of desire she would have sworn moments ago would be impossible to feel replaced her languid satisfaction. “You’re a very bad man.”
“Who gets off defiling this very good girl.”
As his lips trailed across her shoulder, his palms roamed down her ribs, curled in with her waist, then curved out to follow the shape of her hips. His fingers skimmed back and forth, dangerously close to where she ached.
“Pierce…”
“Pretty girl?”
“You’re torturing me.” Her head fell back to his shoulder, exposing her throat.
He took advantage of the vulnerable space she’d ceded, dragging his lips up her neck to whisper hotly in her ear. “You want me again?”
It was as if all Pierce had to do was touch her and her body went up in flames.
“Yes.”
“Not until I can fuck you properly. I want you in my bed, all spread out—waiting and panting and mine.”
When he took her hand and led her to the bathroom, she frowned. “You’re mean.”
“Poor baby…” He shot her a dark smile. “Don’t worry. I won’t make you wait more than an hour or two.”
“What?” she screeched in protest, every inch of her skin already sizzling and tingling for him again.
He laughed as he eased her into the wide walk-in shower. As the warm water cascaded down her body, she moaned with a whole different kind of pleasure, then tilted her head back and let the spray drench her. When she opened her eyes, she found Pierce staring as if he’d never seen any sight sexier in his life.
Brea felt confident, like a vixen who could wrap her big man around her little finger. “Come here. Don’t you want to be wet like me?”
“That’s a dangerous question.”
“Is it?” She raised a brow at him. “What a
re you going to do?”
His laugh was anything but reassuring. “You can’t even begin to guess. I’ve had weeks to dream up the filthiest ways imaginable to make you scream. My list is long and obscene.”
She shivered. If anyone had asked her before meeting Pierce what her sex life would be like ideally one day, she would have said things like loving, pleasant, considerate, and sensitive. But the need he inspired in her was carnal, almost animal. She couldn’t not want him.
“Want to give me some hints?”
“When I’m enjoying tormenting you this much? No.”
He reached for the bottle of shower gel on the nearby shelf and squirted a healthy dollop into his palm, then lathered up his hands. The stare he pinned her with then made her breath catch.
He soaped her shoulders, then he caressed his way back to cover her breasts. He paid gentle attention to her nipples until she dragged in a shuddering breath before he trailed his fingers down her abdomen. “Spread your legs so I can put my hands on your pussy.”
That shouldn’t turn her on as much as it did. But Brea was done questioning why she enjoyed him talking so dirty to her. Instead, she parted her thighs.
He covered her sensitive sex with one big palm, rubbing and working, circling and pressing until her breath turned more uneven. Her ache gathered and grew. Her knees nearly gave out as she melted into the wall.
Then Pierce swiped the shower head from its mechanism and set the spray against her throbbing flesh.
Brea let out a needy whimper and clutched his shoulders in a silent plea while he rinsed her good and clean with a smug smile.
That wasn’t all right with her.
She grabbed the bottle of soap off the shelf, lathered up her hands, and rubbed him all over with a leisurely touch, starting at his chest and slowly working her way down toward the thick stalk of his cock. When she reached it, she skimmed around his erection, focused on his thighs, paid special attention to the scars at his knees, even soaped between his toes with her fingers.
When she glanced up, he’d gathered up the suds sliding down his body and was stroking himself, eyes flaring at the sight of her on her knees.
That gave her an idea.
She leaned to one side, letting the shower spray wash away the lather coating his body. Then she pressed kisses up his flank, to his hip, over to those notches low on either side of his hair-roughened abs. When he closed his eyes with a groan, she moved in.
And licked the swollen purple crest of his hard cock.
“Brea…” He sucked in a rough gasp and slid his fingers in her hair, nudging past her lips and onto her tongue. “Yes, pretty girl. Holy fucking shit…”
His girth stretched her lips and strained her jaw. But he tasted clean, if slightly salty. He smelled like soap and musk and him. She didn’t know what she was doing, but there was something both intimate and primal about having the most private part of Pierce’s body in her mouth. She’d never imagined she would like oral sex. Well, she’d loved it when he’d gone down on her, but this… It was heady, almost powerful, knowing how much she could affect him.
He let out a shuddering groan, then slowly pulled free. “Okay, you’ve persuaded me. We’ll fuck now.”
Brea laughed. He didn’t mean that to be funny, and maybe she should have considered it downright crude. But she knew what Pierce meant. She felt it, too. He wanted to connect with her, be inside her.
She needed that so much.
“Glad you’re seeing things my way.”
Together, they dried off, sharing a towel and kisses before making their way to the bedroom. He flicked on the bedside lamp, bathing the room in a muted golden glow. Without a word, she took his hands, then lay back on the bed, bringing him down with her.
Pierce poised himself over her, cock in hand, crest pressed against her opening. “Did you mean it?”
“What?”
“That you love me?”
She’d never imagined this big warrior, who’d survived a cartel’s torture, would look so afraid of her answer.
With a soft smile, she caressed his cheek and said the words with her eyes before they fell from her lips. “Yes.”
His sigh of relief sent his whole body forward, onto her, into her. “Brea. My pretty girl…”
She exhaled, feeling complete as he filled her. “Did you mean it?”
Elbows braced on either side of her face, he cradled her cheeks as he worked a slow rhythm in and out of her pussy. “Yeah. You have no idea…”
Then they stopped talking with words and started communicating with their bodies.
By unspoken agreement, it was a long, slow avowal of their feelings. She’d never imagined Pierce could be so gentle, yet his touch held just as much passion. Brea soaked in all his attention and caring. She needed this. After tonight, she didn’t know how she would do without it. They still had so many obstacles to navigate, but she tried not to let that daunt her. No, she didn’t know when or how they would overcome their hurdles. She was only determined that they would.
Her need rose swiftly, a barely banked fire that he blazed back to life with his touch, his kisses, the sound of her name on his lips. Together, they climaxed, clinging to one another through lingering caresses and shuddering moans.
Then he curled his body around hers as if he’d never held anything more precious in his life. And she cried—for how much he’d suffered, for how renewed she felt in his arms, for how bumpy their road ahead would probably be.
“You okay?” he murmured, skimming her cheek with his knuckles.
“I will be. It’s a lot. I’m used to being there for everyone else and only letting go of my emotions when I’m alone. But when I’m with you, I feel so safe and adored. And all my feelings just spill out.”
His dark eyes swam with unshed tears. “I’ve never loved anyone in my life until you.”
“No other woman?”
“No one, period. I’ve never said those three words to anyone but you.”
“Except your parents.”
Pierce stiffened. “My mother died when I was a baby.”
They had that in common, and her heart went out to him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I know how that feels, though. Weren’t you close to your dad?”
He hesitated a long time, choosing instead to kiss her face, brush his lips over hers, caress the hair from her forehead. Anything except answer her question.
“Pierce?”
He sighed and shifted. She could still feel him inside her, slowly softening, but he pressed in as if he didn’t want to leave. “Pierce Senior died when I was fifteen. Since my father was a horrible human being, I’m glad he’s gone. I hated him.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“Yeah, I do. It’s why I killed him.”
The shock of his words had barely registered when his phone chimed with a siren-like peal.
“Fuck,” he muttered, then eased free from her. He was gentle about that…not so gentle when he kicked the half-open bedroom door on his way down the stairs to retrieve the device.
Her brain was still replaying his words. Every part of her turned to ice.
Had he really just confessed to killing his father as a teenager out of hate?
Yes.
Why? She’d known he killed for a living, but he ended bad guys to make the world a better place, right? He didn’t shoot anyone for sport.
But did that really make it okay? According to the way she’d been raised, no.
She’d conveniently swept his profession under the rug because she’d convinced herself she knew his heart. Even now, she was desperate to believe he had a compelling reason for taking his father’s life…
Or had Cutter warned her away from One-Mile precisely because he was the sort of man who didn’t need one?
Pierce had defied—no, laughed in the face of—multiple commandments. He had taken the Lord’s name in vain and committed murder. Since he believed she belonged to Cutter, he didn’t mind committing “adult
ery,” either. And he definitely hadn’t honored his father.
Still, she hated to think that Pierce was a bad man.
Because her heart would never let her fall for someone unworthy? Or because her devotion had made her blind to his faults?
Brea darted to her feet, grabbed the bath towel they’d shared, then ran down the stairs to her clothes, only to find Pierce standing beside the dining room table stark naked with the phone pressed to his ear.
“I’m in.” He paused. “Yes, I’m sure. When and where?” He listened and nodded. “On my way.”
He ended the call, then turned to her with regret, as if he had something unpleasant to say. As if he hadn’t terrified and confused the devil out of her moments ago. “I have to leave.”
“Where?” But deep down, she knew. She’d been through this with Cutter.
He palmed her shoulders. “I’m sorry. It’s work.”
A completely new fear ripped through her—that he’d come back bent and broken again. Or worse, in a pine box. “Already? You just got medically cleared today.”
Pierce sighed grimly. “Emilo Montilla appeared in the US, not far from where his wife and her sister are staying in a safe house. We have to stop him.” He turned and headed for the stairs, then paused.
When he cupped her face, she flinched.
He swore. “I dropped a lot on you about me and my dad. I swear there’s an explanation. I’ll tell you the whole ugly story when I get back. You’ll understand.”
But what kind of explanation would make what he’d done all right?
“I promise, Brea. For now…I love you. Please be here when I get home.” He brushed a kiss over her frozen lips. “And say you’ll move in with me.”
* * *
Look for part two of One-Mile and Brea’s story, Wicked Ever After. Releasing April 7!
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Find out in the exciting conclusion of their epic duet…
WICKED EVER AFTER
One-Mile and Brea, Part Two
Wicked & Devoted, Book 2
By Shayla Black
April 7, 2020!
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