Chapter 26

Chapter Twenty-Six

Brynn

I t can’t be the same keychain, but it looks identical.

“Do we have to have this conversation while we’re naked?” he asks, cringing.

“Why do you have this?”

He sighs and meets my gaze. “I was never able to give it to you. We forgot it when you left that Sunday, and I was going to give it to you on Monday at dinner, but…”

He doesn’t need to finish. We both know how that played out.

“I know all that. Not the Monday thing, but why is it on your keys?”

He runs a hand down his face before wrapping it around that back of his neck, tugging. “Do I have to answer?”

I smile at him, my chest warming. “I’d like an answer.”

“Hell, Brynn.” He blows out a breath. “Because it reminded me of you. Of that weekend we spent together.”

“Aw…” I straddle his waist again, feeling his hardening length against my core. “That’s so sweet.” I place a soft kiss on his lips.

“You don’t find it creepy?” He rocks his head back into the cushion. The red tint of his cheeks tells me how uncomfortable and embarrassed he is.

I sprinkle kisses along his jaw, trailing down his neck. “Not at all.”

“I was going to give it to you on the last day of the semester, but you didn’t show.”

I press my lips down the hollow of his neck, licking over his Adam’s apple. “I had to go home early because my grandpa was having surgery.”

“I heard afterward. Professor Jorgensen told me. So, I put it on my keys that day and just never took it off.”

My hands roam down the front of his chest and back up the sides as I nuzzle as close to him as I can get. “You missed me.”

His hand wraps around my neck, pulling my lips off his body. “Without question. I missed you every fucking day.”

I can’t fight the smile on my face because as hard as I tried to rip him from my memories, he always came floating back, never giving me the choice but to long for what we experienced in our short time together.

“Hey, Pierce.” I lift the condom in front of his face. “How about you show me how much you missed me?”

His hands go to my ass, and he stands, lifting me at the same time. He carries me to the bed and lays me down, crawling over me. I relish the weight of him sinking me into the plush mattress.

He captures my mouth, sliding his tongue through my parted lips. I lose myself in his kiss, in his exploration of my body. His hard length presses against my hip, and I inch my knee to the side, letting his hips find their way between my thighs. His tip presses against my opening.

“I need you.” I shift my hips side to side.

But he doesn’t say anything, his lips continuing to make invisible pathways along my skin.

Over the years, I forgot the way he lets me lose myself. All my problems, concerns, worries, and insecurities vanish when I’m with him. It’s so freeing, I could become addicted. Who am I kidding? I’m already addicted to him.

“I know, but I’ve waited years to feel you again, and I don’t want to rush this.”

Fair enough.

He wiggles down my body, situating himself between my legs. His warm hands slide up my inner thighs, widening them further to fit his shoulders.

“This good?” he asks, and I nod, unable to hide the tremble working through my body. A shiver runs up my spine from seeing him mere inches from my mound, the smirk on his face as if he’s been waiting his entire life. “I remember how much you liked it last time.”

I laugh. “You do not.”

“Are you testing my memory?” he asks, his cocky smirk turning into a wicked grin. “If I remember correctly, you liked it when I blew on it.” He purses his lips and blows a hot breath.

Another shiver races up my spine. I moan, my hand slipping down to thread through his hair.

“And you liked it when I did this.” He nibbles the inside of each of my thighs, licking the spot right after to ease the sting.

My back sinks further into the mattress as I arch my hips.

“And you loved my teasing.” He places gentle kisses closer and closer to my center, his large palms wrapping around my legs.

I swallow the saliva filling my mouth.

“Then your eyes rolled back when I took a deep inhale of you.” His nose nudges along my clit, and I hear his intake of breath.

Holy hell, he’s taking me to the brink, and he’s barely touched me.

“Most of all, you loved it when my face was buried.” He grips my ass, tugging me forward. “My tongue. Remember my tongue?” He drags the tip of his tongue from my clit down to my opening and back up again.

My free hand grips the comforter, and I arch my hips again.

“You smell just as good as I remembered.” He sucks my clit, his tongue lazily circling, and I become dizzy from the pleasure he’s giving me.

My legs become weightless as he laps me up.

“Pierce,” I moan.

He strips his mouth off me, and I whimper. Rising up to my elbows, I stare down the length of my body at his face between my thighs.

“Like what you see?” he asks.

“Very much.”

He chuckles and buries his face back in my pussy, but this time he increases his speed, taking me to the edge so fast, I want to repeat the process. I grip his hair, and he groans, feasting on me, his tongue teasing my opening, his nose running along my sensitive clit. When I can’t take any more, his hands slide up my body, reaching for my tits and pinching my nipples.

My ass rises off the mattress, bucking, needing the friction, desperation clawing at my insides. And then it comes, barreling down on me, and I’m unable to stop it before I’m crying out, trying to close my thighs from it all feeling like too much.

He slows down, and the stars that fill my eyes finally clear.

Rising on my elbows, I watch as he pushes up and sits back on his ankles, wiping his face with the back of his hand. My insides clench.

“As good as you remembered?” He rips open the wrapper and slides the condom down his thick length before chuckling and falling over me.

“Cocky, huh?”

He sears my lips with his, and I wrap my arms around his neck, losing myself in him again.

“Want to ride me? I’m gonna feign not remembering.”

I push on his chest, and he flips to his back. Straddling him, I hold the base of his cock and sink down on him.

“Bloody hell,” he says when he’s fully seated inside me.

“Yeah.” I rock back and forth slowly at first, his hands on my hips.

The way his fingernails press into my flesh, I realize he’s far from needing anything slow. So I ride him faster, my hands on his chest, the light sprinkling of his chest hair running through my splayed palms. He looks magnificent below me, and I realize quickly that I could get used to this life.

“You feel so damn good.” His voice is a rough whisper.

“So do you.”

I’m not always a three-orgasm girl, but I feel the tingle at the base of my spine. He palms my breasts, tweaking my nipples, and I arch my back, placing my hands on his thighs, rocking along his length.

“You look so good riding my dick,” he says, causing my orgasm to gain another notch. “Your pussy is so tight.”

It’s the struggle in his voice, the one that says he’s barely holding on that makes me feel powerful. I’m the one able to bring him to this point, just like he did me when his face was between my thighs.

He flips me, picking up one leg and resting it on his shoulder, and when he thrusts into me, he’s so deep, I cry out. “Oh. My. God.”

“Jesus, Brynn.”

He hammers into me, and I can hear how wet I am with every plunge.

“I can’t…” I clench down, not wanting to come yet, and he growls.

I grip his flexed forearms, the corded muscles bulging, and tighten my hold, reaching a height of pleasure I can no longer contain. My muscles tense, and I stop breathing as my climax overtakes me.

“Brynn, you’re killing me,” he pants.

A warm feeling as though I’m the gooey center of a lava cake floods me, and I look up at Pierce. Sweat beads on his forehead, and his eyes are overflowing with lust.

He sinks into me and withdraws only halfway before sinking in again. Over and over until he comes on a curse and a moan.

He collapses on me, but quickly rises onto his elbows and pushes the hair away from my eyes. “You good?”

I giggle because three orgasms later? Yeah, I’m good. “I’m great. You?”

He grins at me. “Same. I’ll be right back.” Pierce slips out of me.

I hear him in the bathroom, and when he returns, he pulls back the sheets and slides under them, waiting for me to join him.

“Thank you,” he says after our breathing calms, and our sweat has dried.

“For what?” I look up at him.

“Giving me another chance.” His finger runs along my hairline, moving my crazy hair out of the way again as if he needs to be staring into both of my eyes. “I was always so worried about making a life for myself after being at the mercy of so many others growing up that I sacrificed you, and I never should have.”

I kiss his chest. “Maybe this was just our path. Maybe that wasn’t our time six years ago.”

He nods. “It’s our time now though.”

I smile. “I think so too.”

I lay my head on his chest, and we decide to skip family movie night and enjoy one another over and over.