Pierce Me: Satisfied by the Bad Boy

by Simone Sowood

  Is that the way I treated Steel? The father of my baby?

  I think back over his story in the hotel room. At the time, the only thing I heard was violence, hospital, police. Somehow, the other parts didn’t sink in at all.

  “I thought I’d find you here,” Steel says.

  He leans on the railing, a few inches away from me, staring at the water. My throat is too tight to speak, and I nod in acknowledgement.

  “In my defense, I never would’ve hit him if he hadn’t been hurting my mother.”

  “I know,” I say, and bite my lip. My God, I feel like such a bitch. I didn’t even care about how hard his life must have been, I couldn’t get past the violence. I should’ve been hugging him, when instead I was screaming at him.

  “That’s the bridge my buddies and I walked across,” he says, pointing to the bridge. “The law finally declared me resettled in the community, and it was my first day of true freedom. We knew a carnival was passing through on the American side. We went looking for trouble, but I found my home. My friends all came back across the bridge that night, but I convinced Papa Smurf to give me a job. I stayed at the carnival, with only the clothes on my back. And I never looked back.”

  Tears are rolling down my cheeks as fast as the water in the river. Their warmth thaws my frozen face.

  “Ten years ago, I walked across that bridge in search of something. Something better. A dream. Anything. And I finally found what it is I’ve been looking for all this time. All those fucking shitty little towns. Everything. All I’ve wanted my whole life is you.” Every tendon in Steel’s neck is on display. While he’s speaking, he shifts his body and leans his side on the railing, and looks at me.

  His blue eyes are shining brighter than I’ve ever seen them shine before. Even through my blurred tears, I can tell his whole soul is visible. His beautiful, good soul. The good soul of a good man.

  “Steel,” I say, reaching out my hand.

  He shakes his head.

  “I never believed people as amazing as you even existed. And I definitely never believed anyone like you would be interested in someone like me. I ain’t letting you walk away from me now.”

  All I want to do is melt into his warmth. To dive right into the blue of his eyes and plunge straight into the center of his heart, where I belong.

  I turn my body to face his, hoping he will pull me into him and never let me go. I sniffle, and lift my hand in front of me, wanting to say so much but unable to find the words.

  He clasps my hand in both of his, and kneels, his leg on the freezing, wet ground.

  “I know I didn’t do this right the first time. Or the second. But Goldie, Emily, marry me. Spend the rest of your life with me, and I promise every day will be filled with nothing but happiness. I love you.”

  I open my mouth and force myself to finally speak. “I can’t imagine a better man than you, Steel, Kayden. I’m yours, forever. Have been ever since that first night in your bunk house.”

  “I wish I brought a ring to give you,” he says, looking up at me.

  “I don’t give a fuck about a ring. I love you, Steel.”

  “Maybe on the fourth proposal I’ll get everything right.”

  A laugh pushes past my tears, and I can’t remember the last time I smiled this hard. No, I can. It was during those three times round on the Ferris wheel.

  “Get up out of the freezing puddle,” I say, tugging on his hand.

  Steel stands and pulls me into his arms. His warmth floods through me, and my heart feels whole again.

  “You’re shivering,” he says, his voice low.

  “I’ve been standing out in the freezing mist too long.” I turn my head as I speak, and our noses brush together.

  “We need to get you inside.”

  Glory of Love (Steel)

  I rub Emily’s arms as we walk from the elevator to our hotel door. Even with her in my arms the whole walk back to the hotel, her skin is still icy. It’s probably forty-five out, but she was standing in that icy mist for I don’t know how long.

  We’ll need to get her a better coat tomorrow, so this doesn’t happen again.

  “I can’t feel my toes,” Emily says.

  And boots, we need to get her a good pair of boots. Not those flimsy shoes she’s wearing.

  In the meantime, my mind is racing with the best way to warm her up. In front of the fireplace? In the whirlpool?

  I swipe the key card, and Emily moans in disappointment when the light turns red. The sound lands straight on my cock, and I swipe the fucking card gain.

  The green light shows, I open the door and I half hurl her through it. Letting the door close on its own, I hurry her into the bedroom. I unzip her coat, and start to pull it off her.

  “I’m cold,” she says, tugging on the coat.

  “That’s why I’m taking your cold clothes off, how are you going to warm-up with cold, damp clothes on?”

  Emily drops her arms and lets her undress her, her teeth chattering the whole time. My jeans are sopping wet from when I kneeled in the puddle, but I don’t give a shit.

  I slide down her pregnancy jeans, pull of her shirt and bra. Fuck her tits are bigger every time I see them. The sight of them hanging there, all heavy on her chest stiffens my cock.

  “Get in bed,” I say, ripping back the comforter.

  Naked and shivering, she climbs into the bed and I tuck the comforter tight around her neck.

  “I thought you were coming in with me,” she says.

  “I am, once I get my cold, wet clothes off,” I say as I kick my shoes off.

  “I still can’t feel my toes.”

  Naked, I climb under the covers with her and say, “Don’t worry, no better way to warm you up than with a little body heat.”

  I wrap myself around her icy skin, and hold her tight, trying to give her my warmth. It’s still difficult to understand what happened this afternoon, but she’s here now, even though she now knows everything. My Emily.

  My lips move across the cold skin of her cheeks, her chin still shivering. Our mouths press together, and I cup her cheeks to warm them. At first her lips are cold, but I kiss and suck them, and they thaw.

  When the skin of her cheeks is warm, I move my hands lower. Caressing the tops of her shoulders and arms, making sure to keep the duvet tight over us.

  I slide my body down, nipping and sucking to warm her skin as I move. As soon as my head is below her shoulders, I pull the duvet over it and tight around Emily’s neck again. It’s like I’m in a cave.

  Her skin is already warmer from me pressing my body against it, though her nipples are already hard from the cold.

  Taking one of the hard nubs in my mouth, I roll it around with my tongue. I cup her other tit in my hand, at least as much as now fits in my hand. How the fuck much bigger are they going to get?

  Emily moans, and arches her back to push her tits closer to me. I suck her nipple as hard as I can and she gasps. The corners of my mouth turn up in a smile. I know her nipples have a direct line to her pussy, and it seems more intense now she’s pregnant.

  I take her other nipple in my mouth, and suck harder and longer. Her knees shoot up, and she grinds her hips against me, but I keep on sucking, loving how crazy it’s making her. That should warm up her insides.

  Emily lets out a high-pitched groan, and I let go of her nipple. I kiss and nip over her tits and down the soft skin of her front. It’s much warmer now, and feels hot against my lips.

  As I kiss down over her belly, and notice for the first time that it’s growing. I brush my fingers over it, thinking of the future, our future, and how amazing it’s going to be.

  She rocks her hips, and I carry on sucking and nipping at her skin, until I reach her mound.

  Normally I’d kiss all around it, but the air under the blanket is heavy with lust. I crush my lips against hers, probing with my tongue to find her clit and suck it hard into my mouth. Emily gasps and starts moaning.

  I suck her clit ha
rder than I sucked her nipples, grinding my hard cock against the mattress at the same time. I keep on sucking her clit until she’s breathless from moaning so much.

  Her hands grab my hair, and her body twists and turns as she comes. Fucking hell, I need to stop, before I blow my load the way I did that very first night with her.

  I fly back up her body, my head emerges from under the covers and I plant my lips on hers for a quick, deep kiss. With my knee, I kick open her legs and without pausing, I push my cock straight into her slick pussy.

  Still spasming from her climax, her walls grip my cock as I thrust into her. My balls tingle more every time my dragon cock is fully buried in her.

  “Are you warm now?” I ask into her ear, my voice low.

  “Very,” she says, her voice breathy.

  “Good.”

  I pull out of her, throwing the covers back with my body. I pause a moment to look down over my beautiful woman before gripping her arm, pulling her off the bed and planting her against the floor-to-ceiling window.

  Her tits flatten against the glass, her hard nipples pearling in the center. I spread her legs and line my hips up behind her, pressing my tip against her entrance.

  She lets out a light moan, and I push deep into her. I start to move, slowly at first, I want to make this last. My cock starts throbbing, and I stop moving.

  “Enjoy this view, Goldie. This is me. This is who I am,” I say, my voice a growl.

  Emily’s eyes widen as she looks out at the view below and moans.

  Reaching around, I find her clit with my fingertips. One touch, her head turns to me, and her eyes roll back in her head. Her legs turn to jelly, and I hold her up by pounding my cock into her.

  Her walls are spasming like crazy around me, making my dick tingle and throb like never before.

  “Fuck,” I grunt as an intense orgasm smacks through me, and I fill her with my cum.

  We lean against the window while we catch our breaths, silently watching the view below.

  I grab the two fluffy, white bathrobes and drape one over her shoulders. After putting the other one, I take her hand and lead her to our living room. Emily sits on the sofa, and I flick the switch to turn on our gas fireplace.

  Flopping down on the sofa beside her, I put my arm around her and pull her into me. She rests her head on my shoulder. We sit like that for ages.

  “What’re you thinking?” I ask.

  “No regrets,” she says, “Not a single fucking one.”

  I kiss the top of her head, and wonder how the fuck I got here. Back in my home town, my home country, sitting in a swanky hotel suite, and most of all, with Emily in my arms and my baby in her belly.

  Epilogue - Emily

  Two years later…

  We’re on our way to Colmar. The only time we make the hour’s drive is either to visit my parents or visit Courtney and Maddie. Otherwise the town is my past.

  My parents chose to stay in Colmar, even though their daughter was and is the biggest scandal that ever happened in the town. I’m a local celebrity.

  It always feels good to drive through town in our shiny Cadillac Escalade. When we go down the main drag, I always open the windows so everyone can see me with my carny.

  After we got back from Niagara Falls, my dad’s friend immediately started working on whatever visas Steel needed to stay. It was so complicated, I couldn’t even keep track.

  Steel opened a GM dealership in Effingham, which is the next big place past Woburn. He chose it because of the name, said it was clearly the place for him. Whatever. It’s a nice, green place for a small city and a good place to raise a family.

  The baby was born before we could legally marry. Not that it matters. Though I heard from Courtney that I was the talk of the town again. Honestly, I wish these people would wake up and realize what century they live in.

  I was kind of hoping we’d have a boy, and that I could name him Kayden. But Steel said no way in hell would he name anyone after himself.

  It didn’t matter anyway, since the baby was a girl. A beautiful, bright blue-eyed girl with blonde hair and a smile that could melt the heart of even the hardest carny. We called her Trixie. Though I think in Steel’s mind her name is Tricksy. Or even Trickster.

  Once a carny, always a carny. But I guess that goes for me too.

  “Hey, how are you? Still praying for my family?” I wave out the window at Barbara, the town’s biggest gossip.

  She glances over, and her eyes bulge when she realizes it’s me. I burst out laughing, and she turns away and disappears into the nearest store. No doubt she’s gone in to talk all about that nasty Emily girl harassing her.

  “You’re bad,” Steel says, chuckling.

  Trixie bursts out crying in her car seat. She’s seventeen months old now, and very protective of me.

  I turn around, squeezing as much as my body between the seats as I can and stroke her leg.

  “It’s okay, sweetie, Daddy was just joking.”

  Steel flips the radio onto the CD player. The Wiggles always, always calms her. It’s our foolproof method, and soon enough, her crying’s stopped and her head is bobbing to the beat.

  “I can’t fucking believe I have to listen to The Wiggles,” Steel mutters under his breath.

  “You love it,” I say, straightening my body in my seat.

  “I hate it. But I love her, so here we are, singing about fruit salads.”

  “Fruit salads are yummy.”

  Steel shakes his head as I start singing along with the song. As I sing, I twirl the wedding band on my finger. I’ve worn it for almost a year now, ever since we exchanged rings at our town hall official paper signing, but I still play with it whenever I’m extra happy.

  Steel’s dealership is already one of the best in the area. He hired a bunch of people my dad wouldn’t given a second thought to, but Steel can read them, he knew which would be cheats or lazy.

  As a result, it’s got a reputation of being the place for real men to buy their trucks.

  Although I started selling there one or two days a week too. It turns out lots of women want to actually buy from another woman. Even though I work a fraction of the hours, I’m one of the top salespeople in the dealership. I might even beat Steel, if I ever start working full-time.

  Except that won’t be for a while, we’re expecting another baby. This one is a boy, but not due for another few months. Steel still insists on not naming him Kayden. Now I’m working on it for his middle name.

  “We’re here,” Steel says to Trixie in his daddy voice.

  We’ve found a parking spot down a side street. Steel hops out of the car and gets the stroller out of the back while I unbuckle Trixie.

  Once she’s buckled into her stroller, since she likes to climb out of it, we walk to the park. I push, and Steel wraps his arm around my waist.

  After my father decided Steel was worthy of his approval, he, as Lions Club President, decided to always use Papa Smurf’s carnival. And they’re in town today.

  “I can’t believe I’m lining up and paying to get in. Can’t we just go around the back or something?” Steel says.

  “You’re just a regular-paying townie now,” I say.

  Steel laughs and shakes his head. This must be strange for him. It’s the first time we’ve been back to the carnival since we left it in Mississippi. Though he keeps in touch with everyone online. I only keep in touch with Cess.

  “Fun, fun,” Trixie says, reaching her hand in front of her.

  “That’s right, we’re going to have lots of fun,” Steel says.

  “We always do,” I say, smiling and touching my fingers to his.

  We walk down the midway, but I don’t see Cess. She must be on her break.

  “Well, look who showed up,” Papa Smurf says from behind us.

  He slaps Steel across the back, and I turn to hug him.

  “Let me see this baby of yours,” he crouches in front of Trixie and wiggles his finger against her cheek. “I ha
lf didn’t believe she was real.”

  “There’s another coming too,” I say.

  Papa Smurf stands to his full height and shakes his head. “Well, ain’t you just the family man now.”

  “Don’t forget respectable business owner,” I say.

  “You two are lucky my daughter is here, or I’d tell you what I think of that,” Steel says.

  “Still no word from Razor, you?” Papa Smurf asks. I’m surprised he brought this up so soon. I’m always amazed at how much he cares about his long termers.

  “Nothing,” Steel says, his face full of worry.

  Razor got into something with a couple of townies about six months ago, and no one’s seen or heard from him since. The cops didn’t take it too seriously, calling him a drifter anyway so they think he took off instead of searching for him.

  “I’m going to take Trixie to meet Cess,” I say.

  Gripping the stroller handle, I push it over the bumpy grass, searching for her. I spot her by the funnel cakes, and head over to her.

  “Hey!” I say.

  “God, she’s adorable. Looks just like her old man,” Cess says, picking Trixie up and cuddling her.

  “She’s a little mini Steel,” I say.

  “So what’s new, anything?”

  “I finally heard from that private detective I hired,” I say.

  “The one in Canada?” she asks.

  Cess is the only one who knows I hired him. It was just after Trixie was born, and my curiosity got the better of me. Sitting at home alone with her, one day I found him online and sent an email.

  “Yeah.”

  “And?”

  “His mother was killed with her husband in a drunk driving accident about six years ago.”

  “Shit, that’s rough.”

  “Language,” I say, raising my eyebrows.

  “Oops, forgot someone’s got little ears,” Cess says, cupping Trixie’s head.

  “It’s probably easier anyway. No decisions to be made, anyway.”

  “Did you tell Steel?”

  “No, nothing. He still doesn’t know I hired the private investigator. Steel always said his mother was dead to him, so what’s the point of telling him she actually is dead?”