Untamed (A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance)(172)

And when we go to bed, alarm set to ring in three hours. He holds me tight, kisses the back of my neck. I can feel his hardness.

At the edge of wakefulness, as sleep is about to pull him under, I hear him say, “You’re mine now, Pen. I’m never letting you go.”

All night he stays true to his word. I’m in his arms, feeling warm, safe… loved. It takes me a while to fall asleep – I’m not used to the height of his pillows – but he nods off quickly, and he lies still as a doorstop. The rhythm of his breathing – so slow and steady – is comforting, somehow. With his lips against the skin of my shoulder, I can feel his warm exhales.

Eventually, the world fades away, the sound of the ceiling fan drowns out, and I fall into a dreamless sleep, only to be woken by a piercing ray of sunlight making its way through a crack in the curtains.

It’s half-past five, thirty minutes before I had set my alarm. It’s the second time in two weeks I’ve barely gotten a couple of hours sleep, and I feel it now. I’m slow, groggy, tired… a little irritable.

I pull my phone to me, see the notification light blinking, and slowly pry Pierce’s arm off my body. He rolls onto his back.

Unlocking the phone, I see that I’ve got an email from dad.

Fuck, I think to myself. Last night I was supposed to call him on Skype. I had completely forgotten.

I tap through the screens until I bring up his email. My heart stops dead.

It reads:





I proposed to Isabelle and she said yes! We’re thinking of having the wedding in Melbourne so you and Pierce can attend. Hope you’re well. Love, Dad.





Chapter Twenty One





I stare at the email on my phone. The blood in my veins has gone cold. All my hairs are standing up on end.

I’m so angry at myself that all I can think about is how this affects me. I should be happy for Dad! But all I can think about is myself.

And Pierce.

He is beside me, still asleep in bed. He’s thrown all the sheets off, and he’s just lying flat on his back, naked, sleeping. His hard muscle looks oddly relaxed, completely lacking in any kind of tension.

I take a moment to look down his body, and that’s when I notice he’s got a fucking erection.

“Oh my God,” I groan, rolling over.

Even in his sleep!

I refocus on the email, and read it again, and again, and again. I can’t believe it. This has got to be a joke. Pierce and I are going to become stepbrother and stepsister?

That’s so messed up. I don’t want to deal with that. The phone slips out of my hand and lands loudly on the floor, thudding on the wooden tiles… and waking Pierce.

He rolls over, looks at me, looks down at his naked body, and his erection, and then back at me.

He grins, sliding a hand over to my breast. I slap it away, irritated.

“Okay,” he says in a quiet voice, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He gets out of bed, and walks to the bathroom without looking at me. His dick bobs with every step.

I hear him running a glass of water, he downs it in one go, and then starts brushing his teeth.

“Whas yerr pwobwem dis marning?” he asks, dribbling toothpaste onto the floor. He grins and shrugs, and picks it up with a finger and flicks it into the sink.

I grimace. “Pierce, check your email.”

Some minutes later I hear him spitting out his toothpaste and rinsing his mouth.

“For what?” he asks, emerging at the door to the bathroom, toweling off his face. His hair is a little wet in front, and it sticks to his forehead. He brushes it to the side, giving him a goofy side-parting.

“Would you do something about that?” I ask, pointing at his erection.

“Nothing to do,” he says. “Got to wait.”

“For what?”

“It to go down?”

“Why?”

He shrugs. “Morning wood. Just a guy thing.”

“You mean there’s no way you can get rid of it?”

“There’s one way,” he says, grinning and winking at me.

“Oh, please.”

“But I wouldn’t recommend it.”

“Why?” I ask, curious.

“Because I really need to fucking piss, not sure it would even work if you tried.”

“I’m not trying anything,” I say, frowning. “Can you check your email please?”

“For what, Penny?” he asks, sitting at his computer.

“You sit on your chairs naked? That’s so disgusting.”

He turns to look at me, an annoying look on his face. “You’re a bit bitchy this morning. Let me guess, you hate waking up. You’re one of those kinds of people.”

“Oh would you just fucking check it, Pierce? Please?”

“Jesus Christ, okay,” he says, frowning. “What the fuck is the email about anyway? Why can’t you just tell me?” He shakes his mouse and the screen comes alive.