after. I’m shutting down the bathroom because you two are behaving like hormonal teens needing a place to hide. It’s tacky.”
I feel a sudden flush of shame. How desperate do we look that he felt the need to give us a warning?
We’re over. It’s been a year, and yet, here we are, flirting and ready to fuck.
“No worries, man,” Pierce says, “We’re heading home.”
“I’m not going home with you,” I bite the words, trying to move, but he has me caged.
“Newsflash, we share a bedroom,” he reminds me and then adds, “You’ve been teasing me all day, baby. We know what that entails. Again, some things don’t change until this is really over.”
His breath sears my skin as his words heat every inch of me. He places a wet kiss on the back of my neck—the promise of being devoured by him.
It’d be a lie to say that I don’t want him to manhandle me thoroughly and in the bedroom. Just fucking at the barn or in public bathrooms leaves us both dissatisfied. Climbing him wouldn’t be a hazard. If there’s one thing Pierce knows how to do, it’s fuck. He’s a sexpert.
Usually, I drink with leisure, but right now, I don’t care about the drink any more than I care to leave the bar. He sips his glass and grins, watching me, and still not letting me go. I can feel his length pressing against me, getting harder. Pulsating. His desire increases as I move, trying to escape him.
“It’ll take you here, in front of whoever is inside the bar,” he threatens me.
“Are you going to allow them to see me?”
He grunts. This man is too possessive to allow something like that. He drinks the rest of the amber liquid, grumbles something I can’t understand, and says, “Let’s go!”
“Anywhere but the bedroom,” I protest.
If we let it happen once, it’s going to become a habit.
The ambiguity of our relationship doesn’t go unnoticed. Everyone who learns we’re in the middle of a divorce swears we hate each other.
We don’t.
We just can’t live with each other, which is just as bad. He makes my life miserable, and I reciprocate just the same. When it comes to chemistry, well, we can set an entire city on fire when we’re together.
When we arrive at our bedroom, his firm lips come down upon mine. I should stop this madness. It’s like falling back into the vice after being clean for almost four weeks. I just can’t stop it. When Pierce sweeps his tongue into my mouth, I shiver, and I want more of him. His taste, his arms around me, and being intoxicated by his scent while we make love.
He thrusts his tongue into my mouth and kisses me deeply. A throaty groan comes out of one of us. Maybe both. We’re lost in each other. This is a feral kiss. Desperate, full of fire that burns every cell of my body. Eagerly, I kiss him with the same passion. The same desire and need. I’ve been longing for him for what feels like an eternity.
“Being near you is fucking torture when I can’t touch you,” he says, breaking the kiss.
His green eyes are searing into mine. They are full of blazing desire.
“This is a bad idea,” I whisper.
“The worst,” he agrees, and his lips are back on mine.
As we kiss, we undress each other. We’re good at it. Clothes off, mouths only separating when necessary until we are both naked. He lifts me, I lock my legs around his waist, and he enters me with one swift movement. He’s all the way inside me.
Our skin melts together. This is what I’ve been missing. Him. But I shouldn’t be doing this.
“Don’t,” he orders. “When we’re here, we don’t think. We only feel. We forget. We forgive. Tomorrow we can go back to hating each other. Tonight, let me have your heart again.”
I want to cry, but I can’t because tonight I have him. It’s just us. I want to say, Here, take my heart. Have it, but be gentle this time.
Chapter Thirty
Pierce
Dealing with my father’s will has been exhausting, but now we all can travel to Portland—only for day trips. Vance can make a few emergency trips to San Francisco, mostly to transport some of Hayes’s patients. I think the best part is that everyone, including Blaire, can travel. She was the most restricted of the group. I used her pregnancy as leverage. The clinic up in Happy Springs doesn’t have a midwife nor