Page 14 of Piercing Eyes

“Just hear me out,” he’s saying as I approach.

“I told you to leave me alone.” Rory’s voice shakes, and that’s it—I’m done being diplomatic.

“Back the fuck off.” My voice cuts through whatever bullshit Michael was about to spew.

He turns to face me, trying to puff himself up. “This is a private conversation.”

“No, it’s harassment.” I step into his space. “And if you don’t walk away right now, you’re going to regret it.”

“Stay out of this.” He tries to turn back to Rory, but I grab his arm, spinning him to face me.

He takes a swing that I see coming a mile away. I block it easily and use his momentum to slam him against the nearest wall, my forearm pressed against his chest.

“Listen carefully, you piece of shit.” I keep my voice low but deadly serious. “If you ever come near her again—if you so much as breathe in her direction—I will personally make sure you regret it. Understand?”

The fear in his eyes is exactly what I wanted to see. I release him and he practically runs back to his table.

I wrap an arm around Rory’s waist as we leave. Rory is quiet as we walk to her place, silently nodding every time I ask her if she’s all right.

But the moment we step into her apartment, she breaks. Her shoulders start shaking with sobs that tear right through me.

“Hey.” I pull her against my chest. “Talk to me.”

She presses her face into my shirt, her tears soaking through the fabric. After a few moments, she takes a deep breath. “No one’s ever stood up for me like that before.”

My arms tighten around her. “I’ll always protect you. Even if you weren’t mine, I’d do anything to keep you safe.”

She lifts her face to look at me, wiping away the tears from her cheeks. Seeing her so raw and vulnerable makes it impossible to keep the truth to myself.

“I love you, Rory,” I say.

She inhales a little breath. Then the sweetest, gentlest smile lifts the corners of her lips. “I love you, too.”

Hearing her say it back to me makes the whole world feel right again. I drop my lips to hers as she tilts her head up to meet my kiss. When our lips meet, everything inside me ignites—love and desire tangling together so intensely I can barely fucking breathe.

I lift her into my arms and carry her to the bedroom, where I lay her on the bed. I undress her slowly, kissing her soft skin, telling her how beautiful she is over and over again. She undresses me too, her hands tugging off my clothes until there’s nothing between us but skin and heat and need.

I reach between us and fist my hard-on, guiding it between her spread thighs. I push the swollen head of my cock into her wet slit, overwhelmed all over again at how good she feels. Sliding in deeper pulls me straight into bliss, but it’s the high moan that Rory lets out that really does me in.

Breathing hard, I watch my cock slide deeper into her pussy, claiming her inch by inch. When I slide out, my cock is slick with her cream. Jesus Christ. With a groan, I push back into her, thrusting deep.

I raise my eyes to Rory’s and hold her gaze as I roll my hips, giving her everything. She keeps her eyes locked with mine, her lush lips parted and her grip tightening on my biceps as I drive harder and harder into her, her pussy squeezing tight around me. How anything can feel this right or this good is beyond me.

And to think that in the near future we could be wearing matching wedding bands, and that not long after that, her belly could be round with our first child…

A groan spills from my throat as I hear Rory telling me she’s close. I drop my mouth to hers, capturing her pretty lips as she comes. Her pussy pulses hard around my cock, milking me like crazy. I spill into her, filling her with a thick stream of cum as I think about how I can’t fucking wait to propose to her.

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EPILOGUE — RORY

6 MONTHS LATER

Ican’t imagine a more perfect honeymoon.

I’m lying on a ridiculously comfortable lounge chair, watching palm fronds sway against the bright blue Hawaiian sky. It’s day three of our ten-day trip, and I still can’t quite believe this is my life right now. The beach stretches out in front of me, a postcard-perfect view of white sand meeting stunning turquoise water. Talk about heaven on earth.

“Here you go, gorgeous. One virgin strawberry daiquiri.” Aiden appears beside my chair, fresh from the hotel bar. He hands me the drink, his eyes crinkling with a smile that makes my heart skip, then leans down to press a gentle kiss against my baby bump before claiming the lounger next to mine.

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