Page 66 of Pining for Pierce
I shudder against him, thinking about what might have happened.
“It could have been you,” I whisper, repeating myself.
“I’m okay. I promise.”
“But you risked so much to save me.”
He leans back a little more, his eyes locked on mine. “Of course I did. I love you, Harley, and I’d risk it all again, a hundred times over.”
He dips his head, his lips meeting mine as he kisses me deeply, rolling me onto my back. We’re both still beneath the covers, but as he shifts down slightly, they go with him, settling just above his ass. I can feel the weight of him, and I love it, parting my legs wide for him to lie between. He moans into my mouth, reaching over to the nightstand. I know what he’s doing, and I flex my hips upward, just to let him know that’s fine with me.
He breaks the kiss for a second, tearing into the foil packet with his teeth, just like he did last night, and then kneeling up and quickly rolling the condom over his erection, before he settles between my legs again. He doesn’t raise himself up this time, but keeps his arms tight around me, using his legs to part mine a little wider, and then entering me.
I let out a sigh of satisfaction, clinging to his shoulders, as he moves with slow precision, keeping it gentle, every stroke a new journey.
I need this, and I think he does, too, his moans and sighs meeting mine.
“I’d do it all again,” he whispers. “Even if it had happened on Thursday night, when you’d been wearing my gear, I’d have done exactly the same thing.”
“No!” I stop moving beneath him and he stills inside me, waiting as I pull back as far as the pillow will allow, looking up into his tortured face.
“Yes.” He rests his forehead against mine. “Yes, baby. It’s my job to keep you safe… at any cost,” he whispers, moving inside me again.
I raise my hips as he grinds into me, desperation getting the better of us. He reaches behind me, raising my ass off of the bed, and I grasp his arms, clenching them, clutching at him.
“Please, Pierce… Please.”
“I need you. I—I need you so much.”
He grunts, slamming into me, over and over, relentless in his pursuit until I feel a now familiar fluttering, deep inside me.
“I’m close…”
“So am I. Come for me. Please, babe. Come for me.”
There’s an urgency in his voice that takes me by surprise, pushing me over the edge, and I fall, holding him, knowing I’m safe, as waves of pleasure and emotion clash and mingle, tears falling down my cheeks, even as rapture threatens to overwhelm me. I feel him swell inside me, hear him cry out my name and suddenly, it’s too much. It’s all too much. I can’t take anymore. But as I look up, I realize I’m not alone. Pierce’s eyes are glistening, tears about to overflow, and as he lowers his lips to mine, he whispers, “Any cost.”
“No,” I say, calming suddenly, knowing this needs to be said. It’s important. He has to understand. “You can’t say that. You mustn’t.”
“I can and I must. I told you last night that what happened had scared me, but that doesn’t even come close to it.” He sighs, resting his forehead against mine again. “I’ve come off of my bike a few times now, but it’s never been like that.”
“You mean that was the worst crash you’ve had?”
“No. I mean, it’s never mattered to me before… because I’ve never had so much to lose. As I was trying to grab your hands, and then pull you up over me… all the while we were spinning across the ground, all I could think of was what I’d do if anything happened to you. I’d already told you I couldn’t live without you, but I didn’t expect to put that to the test so quickly.Coming that close to losing you, I realized… I realized I can’t. I can’t lose you, Harley.”
His voice cracks and I feel a tear drop and mingle with my own. I reach up, putting my arms around him, holding him tight.
“Hey… it’s okay. You didn’t lose me. You saved me… and just so you know, I feel exactly the same, Pierce. I can’t lose you either.”
He kisses me in slow, sweeping movements, his tongue caressing mine as we hold on tight, and I wrap my legs around him, sighing to his touch.
We lie like that for ages… or what feels like ages, just breathing, holding and loving each other. It’s what we both need, but eventually Pierce pulls back, looking down into my eyes.
“I’m sorry, but I have to go to the bathroom.”
“Okay.”
He pulls out of me, kneeling up between my legs and looks down, taking his time and letting his eyes wander. “I love you so much,” he whispers, his fingers tracing a line from the base of my neck, between my breasts, across my stomach to the tops of my thighs.
