Why do my legs hurt? I must have been dancing my ass off. I go to stretch them out and freeze. I’m not face down on a mattress. My eyes pop open to see a chest covered in tattoos. I’m plastered to him. The realization of who I’m in bed with hits me.
Oh my God. I want to turn my head to look up to see if Pierce is sleeping, but if I move, I could wake him.
My mind snaps back to last night, trying to recall what happened. The plan I’d had to seduce Pierce slams into me. I knew I was in over my head, but still I kept pushing. We danced and kissed, and I flirted hard with him. I honestly had a blast. It was truly my best birthday.
Oh noes, I sang “Vigilante Shit” to him in what I’m guessing I thought was a sexy warning, but I then followed up with “Lover.” I have lost my mind. Now I have to find a way out of here with part of my dignity.
What if this was all a plan and now he’s going to embarrass me? That Biff, Gliff, or whatever the hell his name is sent him.The thought fills me with utter panic. Why does that seem worse than anything else? Why does the thought of Pierce tricking me feel like a knife to the heart?
“Babe.” Pierce's hand slides up from my ass to my hip as reality settles in. I’m straddling him now, and his very hard cock is pressed against my thin panties. “Relax.”
“Relax?!” I hiss, bolting up to a sitting position. It makes me push down on his cock more so it hits my clit, which has a pulse of its own already for some reason. The reason behind it hits me suddenly. It’s because I was having a sex dream before I woke up! Was I humping him in my sleep? “This isn’t happening.”
“Better not be a fucking dream.” His eyes travel down my face to my chest.
“Eek!” I squeak, my hands going to my bare breasts.
“I was enjoying that view.” His hair is ruffled, and a short beard has formed. He even wakes up hot as fuck. I bet I'm a mess. I mean, clearly I am.
“You’re going to get it.” I growl at him.
“I’m good with that.” He puts his hands behind his head. “Give it your best shot, spitfire.” He at least has on a pair of sweatpants. That’s unfair.
“Why do you have clothes on and I don’t?” This is not where my focus should be, but this is also not whereI’msupposed to be.
"We're back to that again?" He says this with a playful smile. This man is far too charming. Wait, I said that before. My confusion or lack of memory at the moment must show. "You’re the one that took your dress off."
"I did not."
I did. I one hundred percent did in fact do that. It's all flooding back. Pierce chuckled and tried to get me to put one of his shirts on, but I lied again and said it was scratchy against my skin. I'm a hussy. A loud gasp leaves me when I see a shinyband on my left finger. I lift my hand to inspect it quickly, remembering that I need that hand to cover my boobs. I close one eye to make sure I’m seeing things correctly and look again. Yep, still there.
"We got married." I scramble off his lap, almost rolling off the side of the bed. Pierce grabs hold of me so that I don't face-plant on the floor.
"You did that on purpose." One of his large hands is gripping one of my breasts, while the other hand is holding my hip.
"I wasn't the one hurrying off of me. I didn't want your little ass to go anywhere," he says with a slow drawl. "I want to spend the morning in bed with my wife."
"Don't call me that." I wiggle free, and he ensures that I land on my feet. I grab the phone from the nightstand and rush to the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. I place the phone on the ledge next to the sink. I cover my face in my hands when I catch sight of the hickey on my left breast. The one I demanded he give me so that I too could have a tattoo, at least that's what my drunk ass was calling it. I probably should never drink again. One night of being twenty-one and look at the mess I’m in.
I snatch the phone off the ledge and realize it's not mine. "You need the code, or would you like your own phone?" Pierce asks from the other side of the door. I only glare at it. It's actually a hard question to answer. I want both.
"I can't believe Hollis married us!" I put my hand over my mouth because I keep shouting things out of left field. Could I still be drunk? That has to be it.
"You threatened all of us with death if he didn’t."
My seduction plan grew as the night went on. I was sure if I was married to Pierce, then he could in no way be Biff's lawyer. This all made sense to me after consuming alcohol. I swear I thought I was some sort of mastermind.
"Sucker, no prenup!" He only chuckles. I flip the door open after I stumble with the lock, making it lose the dramatic effect I was going for. "What's so funny?" I use my forearm to cover my boobs.
"You make me laugh." He gives a lazy shrug of his shoulders.
Pierce has got one hand braced on each side of the doorframe, his sweatpants hanging low, showing off the hard outline of his cock. It's proportionate to the rest of him.
"We can't even be married. We didn't consummate the marriage." I would know if that had been inside of me.
"No better time than the present."
"You horndog." I sound like my grandma. Who says horndog?
