Chapter 25

Chapter Twenty-Five

Pierce

I knew Brynn was competitive, but as we ride back to the villas with tissues pressed against my bloody head, I realize I didn’t know to what extent.

At the same time, it was thrilling to win. The thought that maybe I’ll be around next year to have my picture on top of the tree is as welcome as it is terrifying.

I actually might try out snowboarding again. With her help and instruction, I felt as though I could get to a point where I could really get the hang of it.

“She just pushed you, dude,” Carter says from the front seat.

“Shut up, Carter,” Brynn says. She’s been kind of quiet on the ride and keeps looking at me as though she feels bad.

“I don’t know why you’d do that to him Brynn,” Tre says from the driver’s seat.

I’m not sure how we got into Tre’s SUV, but it was a scramble after my fall. Plus, Tre was a medic in the army. I thought for sure it would be Gwen checking me out.

“It’s because of you two that I’m so competitive.” Brynn crosses her arms.

Carter and Tre look at one another and laugh.

“You’re blaming us?” Carter points at his chest as though he can’t imagine what she’s saying to be true.

“You always excluded me! If I wanted to catch up and hang out with you, I had to be as good as you at something. Beat you.”

“I don’t remember a lot of wins, Brynn.” Carter looks at Tre.

Brynn’s eyes narrow. “Maybe because I’m half your size and years younger.”

Hearing her animosity, I understand now why she’s so competitive when it comes to this Christmas contest.

“Still… you pushed him.” Tre looks at me through the rearview mirror.

“I’m fine,” I repeat for what feels like the thousandth time.

“Not to mention, you didn’t win yet. There’s still the last competition. Tessa and I can tie you, then it’ll go to a tie-breaker.”

“Bring it on. I know how to use my hands.” Brynn huffs and crosses her arms again.

“Ew.” Carter’s head whips in my direction, giving me a scathing look. “I don’t want to think about you giving Pierce a hand job.”

“That’s not what I meant, and please, you’ve been all over Faith the entire trip. You guys barely leave your villa.”

Carter shrugs with a cocky smirk. “She can’t get enough of me.”

“All right, let’s just be quiet the rest of the ride,” Tre says.

“Since when did you turn into Dad?” Brynn says with an eye roll.

“Yeah, quite being so fucking bossy,” Carter adds.

Tre grunts and keeps his eyes on the road.

I’m thankful when we reach the area our villa is in. I need a little break from the Russell sibling back and forth.

“Christmas is almost here, then you can go back to New York and not worry about me being bossy.” Tre blows out a breath.

“Ah… I’m just kidding. You know I miss you.” Carter lays his head on his brother’s shoulder.

Tre pushes it off, and Carter laughs.

“And now both you assholes are gonna be in New York,” Tre says.

I glance at Brynn as her smile dips.

“Ryah won’t have any aunts or uncles in Portland,” Tre says, and I catch him and Brynn making eye contact through the mirror.

“I’ll FaceTime all the time. And come home a lot. But as of right now, we don’t even know if I got the job, nor if I would even take it.”

My head whips to the side. “Why wouldn’t you take it?”

Neither Tre nor Carter comment. I think they’re waiting to hear Brynn’s answer too.

She shrugs. “I don’t know. I’m trying not to think about it. It’s a big decision.”

I understand what she means. I’d be moving from an entirely different country to take the job. The only thing I’m abundantly clear about is that I want out of teaching and to see if I can hack it in the real world.

“True.” I look out the window at the snowflakes falling onto the wet pavement. My future is so up in the air, I can’t help but wonder where I’ll land.

Tre parks outside the villas, and I open the door to climb out.

“Need me to hold you up? Hate for you to pass out from blood loss.” Carter tries to put his hand on my arm.

“I’m good, mate.”

Brynn walks with me to our villa, presses the code, and opens the door, allowing me to go in first.

“Have a seat on the couch. I’m going to grab the first aid kit I saw under the bathroom sink.” She takes off her coat and her boots while I do the same.

I sit on the couch, and she disappears into the bathroom.

This couldn’t be more embarrassing. I reprimand my younger self for not trying to master snowboarding earlier in life.

“Okay.” She straddles my knees, sliding to the edge of the coffee table, and opens the small red bag. “I’m going to clean it first.”

I watch her open the small foil packet and pull out what I know is going to sting my skin.

“Want something to hold?” she asks.

“I’m not five years old, Brynn, just do it.”

She stares at me.

“Sorry, bruised ego,” I grumble.

She giggles. “No reason for that. My brothers are right, I took it a little far. I should be the one to apologize.”

“I’ll forgive you if you come up here and straddle my lap.” I lean forward and run my hands up her thighs.

“Well…” She stands and flutters her eyelashes. “If I must.”

Resting one knee on one side of my outer thigh and the other one next to my other one, she sits her arse on my thighs. I put my hands on her hips, running them up and down her ribcage.

“Am I forgiven now?” she asks.

I slide my hands down to her ass and pull her closer, so she can feel my dick perking up to attention. “Now you are.”

“Lucky me.”

Her tits look fucking amazing in her tight thermal shirt. I’m really hoping I get to see what’s under it today.

My hands fidget with the hem of her shirt, my fingers slipping under the thin fabric. “Is this okay?”

“Playing with your nurse’s breasts while she’s trying to take care of your wound is dangerous.” She lifts that alcohol wipe.

“Maybe I do need to hold on to something.” I glide my knuckles up her ribs, the shirt rising with my movements.

“I do like to make sure my patients are comfortable.” Her breath hitches as I reach the cups of her bra.

Her pebbled nipples poke out from the silk fabric, and my dick is up between our bodies. She raises her arms, and I lift her shirt off her body. God, she’s so gorgeous. Her skin looks soft and silky and inviting.

“Ready?” she asks.

“In a minute.” I tug down the cups of her bra, resting the fabric under the weight of her tits, then I run my thumbs across her nipples, and she inhales a deep breath.

“Pierce.” She says my name as if I’m her savior.

I so want to give her everything we’ve both been wanting for too long. “I thought you were going to clean me up.”

She quirks an eyebrow.

“My cut, dirty girl.”

She lifts the swab, and I tug her forward, my mouth covering her nipple right as the alcohol stings my cut.

“Hell…” She continues to pat it, and I moan around her nipple in part from pain and part from pleasure.

When I twirl her nipple with my tongue, she drops the swab, and it falls to the coffee table.

“You’re making this very difficult, Mr. Wainwright.” She bends over to get a Band-Aid.

“I’m sorry, are my clothes in the way?” I say, moving my mouth to her other tit, giving her other nipple equal attention.

“They are a little cumbersome, but we’re almost done. I don’t think you need stitches. We’ll cover it with a Band-Aid and see how it holds up, but I’d refrain from physical exertion for a few hours.” She places the Band-Aid over my cut and tosses the wrapping next to the alcohol pad.

“I’m sorry, nurse, that’s just not going to be possible.” My finger dips into the elastic waistband of her pants.

“Why not?” she asks in a breathy voice.

“Because I have this girl I slept with six years ago, and I just got another chance with her. Wound be damned, nothing is going to stop me from giving her what she wants.”

“And what do you think she wants?” She rises onto her knees, giving me access to slide my palm down her pants, past the barrier of her underwear.

I run a finger through her wetness. “I think she wants my cock.”

She laughs, but it dies quickly when I slowly circle my thumb over her clit.

“Maybe my hand is enough actually,” I whisper, placing a kiss on her collarbone.

“It’s not.”

“Good.” My mouth moves to her tits once again as I push one, then two fingers into her.

She’s wet and ready and loves me sucking on her tits. They’re more than a handful and the perfect size for her frame. She says my name again in that throaty voice laced with desire.

“Just enjoy.” I use my thumb to rub her clit while I finger her.

She bears down on my hand, her fingers digging into my shoulders as her breathing increases. The little sounds falling from her mouth tell me she’s almost there, and I’m desperate to see her fall apart. Her body rocks back, and I plunge two fingers inside her while my thumb still circles her clit. I increase my pace, and her forehead drops to mine.

Her breath floats over my face. “Shit. It feels so good. Don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

She rocks into my palm back and forth until she sucks in a breath and lets it out in a rush, her orgasm running through her body. Exquisite. I could watch her like this all bloody day.

Her hands go to my pants, tugging and pulling at them. I raise my hips off the couch, and she stands to help slide them down my legs, along with my boxer briefs. Next goes my shirt.

Then Brynn pulls down her pants and panties, almost falling over on the couch trying to get them off her feet. I steady her hips, and she drops back into my lap, removing her bra. “You have a condom, right?”

“In my bag,” I say, nodding toward my computer bag on the floor. I go to scoot her off, but she splays her hand on my chest.

“I’ve got it.”

I watch her naked body bend down, and my dick twitches. “Front pocket,” I instruct to get us there faster.

She opens the zipper and sticks her hand in, moving it all around. “You have a lot of stuff in here,” she says, pulling out some receipts, my ChapStick, my keys… Her body freezes over top of mine. Her legs slide off my thighs, and she sits on her ankles on the other cushion, holding up my keys. Specifically, the keychain I bought for her six years ago. “Pierce?”

This might actually be more embarrassing than falling down a mountain.