Page 35 of Dirty Little Virgin
With a giggle, I say, “Are you high, Pierce?”
“I am,” he says with a nod. “I’m high on you.”
And I see it there, twinkling in the depths of his bright eyes. It’s a bit more than interest; it’s curiosity mixed with something much deeper than that.
Could this go past the two-month mark? Would that be a thing he’d allow?
Pierce
Moonlight is all we have lighting up the bedroom where Jade waits for me, writing away in one of the notebooks I brought for her. As I walk out of the bathroom, she puts it away in the drawer of the nightstand and pushes the blanket off her bare breasts. Her golden eyes sparkle as she holds out her arms to me.
Climbing into bed after a quick shower, I rest my head on the pillows. “Reading in this low light is bad for your eyes, baby.”
She moves her hand over the tattoo that’s on my left pec and says, “I wasn’t reading; I was writing. Now, about this lovely piece of art on your chest. I know this is a tribal tat, but the small letters along this one line, I can’t read. What’s written there, Pierce?”
“That’s my grandfather’s name, Archie. He passed away a couple of years ago, from a heart attack. It was sudden and shocking. I had it added a few months after that.” I put my hand over hers as she caresses my chest.
She nods at the tattoo on my right bicep. “And why’d you get that one?”
It’s a dragon, and the story isn’t great behind that one, but I share it anyway. “I was eighteen, drunk at the time, and I liked dragons.”
She laughs and moves her free hand over it. “I’m too afraid to get a tattoo.”
“If you want one, I could go with you and hold your hand to help you get through it,” I offer.
She shakes her head. “My parents would flip. I couldn’t do that.”
“Jade, you’re almost twenty-four. Don’t you think the time where your parents call all the shots should be over?”
A weak smile moves over her plump lips as she nods. “It should, shouldn’t it? I’m their only child, and sometimes it feels as if I’ll always be their kid, not their adult daughter who has a mind of her own.”
“If you really want one, I’ll get you one before you leave. But you have to decide that all on your own. Just know I’ll get it for you and hold your hand while you get it done, okay?”
A nod answers my question, and then her lips move over my neck. “Wanna play?”
“You sure?” I ask her as I kiss her cheek.
“Green means I’m screaming but love it. Yellow means chill out a bit on me, and red means stop right away. I think I’m ready for just a bit of the rough stuff, Pierce. Are you?”
With a growl, I turn over, towering over her and whisper, “Baby, I’m always ready.”
She giggles and I shake my head.
“Oh, no laughing?”
“It takes away from the experience.”
She looks into my eyes as I set my mind to what I want to do to her. “Your eyes are smoldering, Pierce.”
“I’m getting hot and ready for you, Jade.”
She runs her hand up my neck and rests two fingers on my jugular vein. “Your pulse has sped up.”
“The thought of spanking that plump ass is getting me excited.”
I watch her throat expand as she gulps, and I love her reaction. “Your words are coming out a bit on the sinister side, Pierce.”
“Because I’m unleashing the beast that resides within me, Jade.”
