Untamed (A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance)(171)
“Yeah, tonight,” I say. “They’re all already in, but you’ll be able to see them sleeping and nesting in the rocks.”
Penny rolls on top of me, and she gives me a kiss. She tastes so sweet, and the feel of her warm breath on my face is so intimate, it just thumps me in the chest.
Jesus, this girl is something else.
“Okay,” she says. “Take me there.”
“You can’t touch them, though.”
“I know,” she says.
I kiss her again, savoring the sensation of her soft lips on my own. Her hair has fallen down around my face. I can see nothing else but hers. I look at her lips first, sexy, seductive, before meeting her eyes.
I flex my pelvic muscle, squeeze blood into my cock so that it jumps up. She grins when she feels it, but then climbs off me. As her thighs part, I catch a glimpse of her sex, and all I want to do is bury my face into it, make her come into my mouth again.
“Come on, let’s go!”
I run my hand up the inside of my thigh, but she slaps it away and eyeballs me.
“I said, let’s go.”
Chapter Twenty
“They’re so cute.”
I beam a smile at Pierce. He’s perched on a rock, leaning back, staring out to sea. The moon is full tonight, and it’s so bright that you can see all the way to the horizon.
I’m crouched, peering into a small hole in the rocks. There, I see a momma miniature penguin staring out at me. She doesn’t look hostile or aggressive, and I’m not surprised. The penguins around this area have no doubt seen humans before.
Nestled beneath her is an even smaller penguin, her baby. It’s not black like it’s mother, but instead grey. It’s tiny, basically just a ball of fur with webbed flipper-feet.
These penguins are the most adorable things. Barely longer head-to-foot than my forearm, they appear at once to be so small and vulnerable, and yet so resilient. Atop the cliff face that we climbed down are signs warning people not to touch them or feed them.
Pierce told me that drunk people are always fucking around with them, kicking them or even taking them to keep as pets.
I feel my stomach tighten. The image of someone kicking one of these tiny, helpless penguins makes me sick.
“Thanks for bringing me here,” I say, walking toward him. I climb up onto the large, flat rock and sit down next to him. The stone is still warm from the day’s sun. “How did you find this place?”
“Oh, people around here know about it.”
“You like the penguins?”
“Sure.”
We sit in silence for a while, listen to the gentle sound of the sea slapping sand.
“You know, you can be pretty nice when you’re not being a dick.”
He grins.
“What are you thinking about?”
Pierce looks at me, but just shakes his head. “Nothing.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“What’s your shop going to be called?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t thought that far ahead.”
“Isn’t Tina worried about introducing new competition into the market? By training you, I mean.”
“She’s a bit more romantic than that. She believes in the artistry. She says she appreciates talent.”
“And you’ve got talent.”
“I guess so, yeah.”
“I think you do. That plant thing on your foot is great.”
“Thanks.”
I take a deep breath, and ask a question that’s been on my mind. “Pierce, what’s going on with us?”
“There’s an ‘us’?”
“Are you just fucking around?”
“I never fuck around.”
“That’s a big fat lie.”
“Don’t think so much,” he says. “Thinking never fixed anything.”
I snort, shake my head at him. “Let’s go. I should get home. I’ve got to work tomorrow. You know where I live.”
“Uh-uh,” he says, getting up and offering me a hand. “We’re going back to mine.”
“Pierce.”
“Your phone’s at my house.”
“Shit. It is.”
“Oh well,” Pierce says, shrugging. “Tough luck.”
“Wait,” I say after a moment. “You knew? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Isn’t it obvious? You wanted to stay. Psychologists say there’s no such thing as mistakes.”
“There you go, being a dick again. For a moment you were tolerable.”
“You’ll live.”
When we get back to his apartment, he pulls me into the shower with him. He holds me, kisses me, and even helps me to wash and rinse my hair.
It’s weird, the feeling of somebody else’s fingers in my hair. I’ve never liked it. I’ve always hated going to the hairdresser. But when he does it, it’s okay.