Page 86 of Pining for Pierce
We don’t need to say anymore. We know what we mean, and he lifts me up, so I’m sitting in the corner of the couch, both of us breathing hard still.
“I love the taste of you,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss me so I can taste myself. There’s a kind of sweetness to his lips, and I lick them, making him smile as he pulls away. “You’re so sexy,” he says.
“So are you.”
He doesn’t pull his sweatpants back on, but just sits beside me, grabbing the throw from behind him to cover our legs, and then he reaches out for the platter, placing it between us and picking up a slice of salami, putting it into my mouth. “I feel like you earned that.”
I giggle and offer him some cheese. “So did you.”
We take our time, feeding each other, sipping at our wine, and ignoring the movie that’s on in the background, while we just enjoy ourselves. The mood feels lighter than it has all week, which I hope means we’re putting the accident behind us at last. It would be good if we could, if only so we can have more nights like this.
“That was lovely,” I say as Pierce feeds me the last tomato, putting the platter back on the table.
“Do you want some more wine?” he asks.
“No, thanks.”
He moves closer, pulling me into his arms. “I’d love to take you to bed,” he says, and I pull back slightly, surprised by his tone of voice, as well as his words.
“Why can’t you?”
“Because there’s something I think we need to do first.”
“Oh?”
He nods his head. “We’ve been together for a week… at least in my head, and I was thinking earlier that we really should tell Ben.”
“About us?”
“Yes. If your parents were here, they’d already know, and we’ll tell them when they get back, but I don’t feel right keeping this from your brother.”
“Okay. But who’s gonna tell him? You, or me?”
“We’ll do it together,” he says, getting up and going to the kitchen, where he left his phone, bringing it back with him. He sits again, turning to face me just before he connects the call. “I don’t think we should mention the gallery, or Karl Bowman’s offer. Not yet.”
“You don’t?”
“No. It might all come to nothing, and I’d rather we kept it to ourselves until we know what’s happening.”
“Okay. If you’re sure,” I say and he smiles, nodding his head and connecting the call to Ben, putting it onto speaker before he places his arm around me, and I pull up the throw, covering him over again, and resting against him.
Ben answers on the third ring, and I have to smile as he says, “Hey… how the fuck are you?”
“I’m fine,” Pierce says, rolling his eyes. “But I think I should tell you, I’ve got Harley with me and you’re on speaker.”
“Okay. Hi, Sis. Sorry about the language.”
“That’s okay,” I say, nestling against Pierce’s chest.
“How have you been since we last spoke?” Ben asks, and although I can’t be sure which one of us he’s speaking to, it’s me that answers.
“Okay,” I say.
“Just okay? Is anything wrong?”
“Not anymore.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” He doesn’t apologize for his language this time.
