“I-I don’t think . . .” I swallowed past the tightness suddenly squeezing my throat as his fingertips breached my panties and slipped between my thighs. “I don’t think it works that way.”
His teeth scraped along the cord at the side of my neck. “Guess we’ll just have to see. Keep washing, baby.”
I blinked against the heaviness in my eyelids and looked down at the sink to where I was squeezing the sudsy sponge in a death grip. With a stuttered breath, I went back to scrubbing the pan, only to lose focus once again when Pierce’s finger glided through my slit and the wet that he’d built there.
A needy moan burst past my lips when he reached my clit and pressed down, circling it with just the right amount of pressure. “Pierce.”
“Christ,” he grunted, his tongue snaking out to pull my earlobe into his mouth so he could nip down on it. “Don’t think I’ll ever get used to hearing you say my name like that. Say it again, Marin.”
“Mmm. Pierce,” I hummed as my hips began to move with his hand. As good as what he was doing to me felt, it wasn’t enough. My walls were spasming, achingly empty. “I need more. Please.”
“Keep scrubbing and I’ll give it to you.”
That sadistic jerk. I was just about to spin around to punch him in his sexy face when he drove two fingers into my channel, giving me exactly what I’d just asked for.
My head fell back against his shoulder and my hips snapped to meet his fingers as he began plunging them in and out of me. “Yes, baby. Just like that.”
He hummed against my ear, the sound like lust and sin and everything utterly decadent. “So fucking tight and wet for me. Jesus, I love your pussy.”
Giving up on my task all together, I dropped the sponge in order to grip the edge of the sink with both hands as he began to fuck me even harder with those skilled fingers. I rocked my hips back into him, feeling his straining erection against my ass as I rode his hand, desperately chasing that feeling building deep in my core, twisting tighter and tighter.
“Oh, God. Don’t stop,” I panted. “I’m almost there.” I let out a cry when Pierce yanked his hand from between my thighs. “No! What are you—?” Before I could finish that sentence, he wrenched my shorts and panties down my thighs. A second later, I felt the blunt head of his cock slip into place between my thighs, then he slammed in, bottoming out on the very first thrust.
I went off like a rocket, my walls clamping down around him as I screamed his name and white-knuckled the edge of the sink.
“Fuck yes,” he hissed, holding onto my hips in a bruising grip. “Give it to me, baby,” he grunted as he powered in and out, dragging my release out until I feared I might lose consciousness.
Just as I collapsed forward, he circled my throat, using his hold to pull me back up so we were pressed together, back to chest.
“You like it when I fuck you, Marin?”
“Yes,” I moaned, that pressure in my core building to a new height. “Don’t ever stop, please.”
“Fuck, your greedy pussy’s going to be the death of me.”
My chuckle was husky and wanton as I turned my head to smile up at him. “You’re welcome.”
He slammed is lips down on mine, driving his tongue into my mouth at the same time he swiveled his hips in such a way that I fell over the edge into another orgasm even stronger than the last.
I swallowed down his grunts as he drove in once, twice, a third time, before burying himself deep and releasing into me, coming so hard I could feel his whole body shake.
Both of us struggled to pull in much-needed air as we came down from the most incredible high.
Once we were able to move again, he pulled out, grabbing a hand towel off the counter and cleaning himself from my sensitive skin before pulling my clothes back into place.
He chuckled as he looked into the sink while tucking himself back into his pants. “Looks like we’ll have to keep working on your multi-tasking.”
“Screw the pan,” I giggled as I turned on wobbly knees to face him. “I’ll just buy you a new one.”
He leaned in, giving me the most tender kiss. “Just so you know, you make my head fuzzy too,” he rumbled just as my stomach let out a growl. After our strenuous activity, my resources were depleted, and I needed food in my belly before it started eating itself.
Hearing the loud, garbled noise, he chuckled and gave his head a good-natured shake. “Come on.” He grabbed my hand and started leading me out of the kitchen.
“Where are we going?”
“While I commend your effort at trying to make breakfast, we’re both starving, so I’m taking you to Evergreen diner before you expire in front of my very eyes.”
A whole swarm of butterflies took off in my belly at that, and the biggest, goofiest smile stretched across my face. What transpired between us last night and just now didn’t feel like no expectations, and a breakfast date out in public where the whole town could see us together certainly didn’t feel like no expectations. It felt like something real, and in spite of what I thought I wanted or needed, I was suddenly excited at the prospect of having more with this man.
“Okay, just let me grab my purse and shoes really quick.”
He let go of my hand so I could dart up the stairs where I’d left my overnight bag and purse after getting dressed earlier. I slid my feet into a pair of pink flip-flops that matched the T-shirt and looked cute with my frayed denim shorts.
I grabbed my purse and was starting down the stairs when my cell began to ring. Stopping three steps from the bottom, I fished it out, smiling at Tali’s name, and swiped to answer.
“Hey, babe.”
“Marin,” she sniffled. My back went straight at the tears in her voice, concern flooding my veins.
“What’s wrong?”
“I-I did it,” she said brokenly. “I kicked Nick out this morning.” Her sentence ended on a sob, then, “Can you come over, please?”
“Of course, honey. I’ll be right there.”
“Would—would you stop and get more of those muffins on your way?”
“Absolutely.” My heart splintered into a million pieces for my strong big sister. “Are you going to be okay until I get there?”
“No . . . but also yes.”
“Okay. I’m on my way. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
I disconnected and dropped my phone back into my bag before hurrying down the rest of the stairs. “Pierce, I’m so sorry, but I have to go.”
He stopped me with a palm to the side of my neck, worry etched into his masculine features. “Is everything all right?”
“No,” I said on a sigh, giving my head a shake. “That was Tali. She’s a wreck. She kicked Nick out.”
Understanding washed through his eyes. “Okay. Go, take care of her, babe.”
I leaned into him already addicted to the heat he provided. I didn’t want to leave him, but I had to be there for Tali. That wasn’t an option. “I’m sorry,” I said quietly. “I know this was supposed to be our time—”
“Don’t apologize,” he interrupted. “She’s your sister, and she needs you. I totally understand. Call or text me later whenever you can. Let me know if there’s anything I can do.”