her parted thighs. I lower myself gently. Our gazes lock. I drive every inch of myself inside every inch of her.
The moment I hit home, I feel complete.
This is the last piece of our broken hearts fusing. As I lean closer to her and take her mouth, I seal our hearts. We kiss slowly as I fill her, and we move gently, igniting the fire between us. The flames consume us until the slow rhythm gives way, switching into an urgent, demanding thrust of passion throwing us into ecstasy. It’s wild to think how many times I can fall in love again and again with her. Wilder to know that she accepts me, even after everything I have done. It was never intentional, but fuck, I will live to make up for my mistakes.
I move faster, branding myself on her. Leyla’s moans intensify. Her warmth clamps around me. We’re both close, too close. I pump myself a few more times before the final blow that sends us to the peaks of bliss.
“Pierce,” she gasps as I growl her name.
I collapse on top of her.
We’re burning.
She glows and smiles. Her glassy eyes are lost in the pool of desire. I hold her tight and remain inside her, cherishing this moment.
Loving her.
Chapter Forty-One
Leyla
Pierce and I decide to start couple’s therapy. We’re in a good place, but we want to build a solid foundation. I’m not sure when we’re getting married yet. It’ll be something that fits us both and at just the right time.
Thanksgiving week is slow. On Tuesday, we close at three since we don’t have any appointments. I text Pierce to let him know I’ll be heading home soon. Five minutes later he’s outside waiting for me with a smile.
“Ready to go home?” he asks.
When I reach him, I kiss him and nod. “Let’s go, big guy.”
I’m tempted to ask if he heard from the urologist. They came to get his sample, but he hasn’t received an email or a call to inform him if he’s producing any sperm or not. This week we’ve been trying to keep our hands to ourselves because if he is producing some sperm, we might be able to use it next week for my insemination.
My phone rings. I frown and let it go to voicemail. I never answer the phone unless I know the person on the other line. It’s a rule. If they want to speak to me, they can leave a message and I’ll contact them later.
The phone rings again, the same number, and I decline. The third time Pierce takes the phone and answers.
“Yes?”
He frowns and looks at me. “They are calling from the Baker’s Creek shelter.”
I extend my hand and nod.
“This is Leyla.”
“This is Olga. We have an emergency, and I thought of you and the doctor,” she says. “Do you think you can come?”
“Let me get Blaire, and we’ll be right there,” I say.
“Thank you. I’m not sure where we’re going to find supplies today,” she says. “Everything is closing early.”
“We’ll figure it out,” I assure her and regret it when we hang up because she never told me what she’s going to need.
“They have an emergency. She needs me and the doctor,” I tell Pierce, and we run inside the property.
“Tell Blaire to be ready,” he orders. “I’m getting the truck from the garage. It’ll be faster than running to the shelter.”
I step inside the house. Everyone is sitting in the living room smiling, and they stop when they see me.
“Blaire, the shelter called, and they need us,” I state. “She said it’s an emergency.”
“Where is Pierce?” Hayes asks.
“Getting the car.”
They both grab their medical bags and follow me outside.
“Did she tell you anything?” Blaire asks as we secure our seatbelts.
I shake my head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think about asking any details. I think that if it was important, they’d call 9-1-1.”
“Why us?” she asks.
“She mentioned supplies,” I say.
“You’re the one who stocks the place all the time,” Hayes is the one who speaks. “It might not be a medical emergency. In any case, I think it’ll be safer if I go in first.”
In less than five minutes we’re at the shelter. As agreed, Hayes is the first to enter. We follow right behind, and when I spot Olga, I’m confused. There’s no blood, the place is almost empty except for the sheriff, who is holding a white bundle.
“How can we help?” Hayes asks as we approach.
“We received this newborn at the station,” the sheriff answers. “According