Pierced: Pierced Trilogy Boxed Set (31 page)

When I reach my destination my heart is pounding, I’m so nervous, but in a good way. I begin by kissing the tender flesh of his inner thighs and working my way up, savoring the taste and the smell of his skin. Gently, I take hold of him at the base of his erection and lightly touch the tip of my tongue to the head of his penis and slowly let it travel all the way around, tasting him like an ice cream cone.
Hmm. This is fun!
I take him deeper into my mouth then, running my tongue firmly along his length as I take him slowly in and out. I have fun for a few moments, slowly testing just how deep I can go, and I surprise myself. “Oh, God, that feels good,” Josh moans. I close my lips around the head of his penis and gently nurse the tip of it. Josh’s reaction is immediate. His legs stiffen slightly and he grabs the sheets in his fists. “Oh, fuck, Sam,” he exclaims softly. “Easy, baby,” he says, and a low sexy groan escapes his lips.

Encouraged by the strangled moan of pleasure in his voice, I take him deeper still, my lips enveloping him as my tongue runs up and down his length, sucking firmly and gently at the same time. He moans as his hips begin to move, thrusting forward, pushing himself deeper into my mouth.
Oh, my!
He reaches out with one hand and knits his fingers in my hair, holding my head in place as he thrusts faster. “Ah,” he groans, “I’m gonna come, baby.” His fist in my hair gets tighter and it’s almost painful but, not. “Samantha, I don’t want to come in your mouth. Stop now, baby!”

Why in the world would I stop now?
I have just brought him to the very brink of ecstasy with my mouth, showing him the same erotic pleasure that he has shown me for the last three nights. There is no way I’m stopping now. I want to do this for him. I suck harder and harder and take him deeper into my mouth. Then I firmly suck on the tip of his penis once more. It sends him straight over the edge.

“Ah fuck!” His whole body goes rigid as I feel a thick, warm, salty liquid shoot to the back of my mouth and down my throat.
Oh. My. God. Swallow, Sam. Just swallow!
Did that really just happen? I release him and my hand immediately flies to my mouth, touching my lips, and when I look up at him, he is as wide-eyed as I am. He is panting and looking at me with the most peculiar expression and I can’t tell if it’s good or bad.

“Was that okay?” I ask nervously, my voice as small as a mouse.

He huffs slightly and stares at me in wonder. “I should be asking you that,” he says in disbelief. Then he sits up suddenly and takes my face in both his hands. “Samantha, that was … really, really good. Amazing even. But I want to know if you’re okay.” He looks at me earnestly, studying my eyes. “Why didn’t you stop when I told you to?”

“Because I wanted … I wanted to do that for you,” I finish softly, and I can feel my face flushing.

He sighs heavily, still holding my face in his hands, and he looks deep into my eyes. “Baby, I don’t expect you to swallow if you don’t want to, all right? That is not something that you have to do for me, do you understand?”

I nod silently, frowning to myself. “You …,” I hesitate to ask this question. “You didn’t enjoy it?” I ask quietly.

“Oh, God yes!” His answer is emphatic. “Sam, I enjoyed it very much! But if
you
don’t enjoy it, then I don’t want you to do it. Does that make sense?” he asks pointedly and I nod again, this time with a small smile. He is genuinely concerned with my comfort level. How incredible is this man? “Okay,” he grins at me. And suddenly his mouth is on mine and he is kissing me passionately.
Wow!

He wraps his arms around me and pulls me to him as he lays back down, bringing the covers up over us, and we snuggle up together, spooning. And I’m surprised that we’re stopping. “Aren’t we going to use any of those condoms?” I say with obvious disappointment as I gesture toward the bedside table, and he laughs out loud.

“You are a feisty little thing sometimes, do you know that?” Oh, I love the sound of his laughter, it is so warm and wonderful. “Mmm,” he murmurs as he kisses the spot behind my ear, making me shiver. “You want more, huh?” His voice is low and sexy and he begins to nibble on my ear. “I will gladly give you more, baby,” he mumbles as his hand finds my breast, squeezing gently as he presses his pelvis into my behind. “Onto your stomach,” he commands softly.

I do as I’m told, rolling onto my tummy and wrapping my arms around a pillow and I feel him sliding down beneath the covers. He kisses a trail up from the back of my thigh to my buttocks and he kisses and lightly bites each cheek repeatedly. The sensation is strangely arousing.

I feel his tongue at the base of my spine and it travels oh-so-slowly up as his warm breath tickles my skin, causing me to shiver and squirm.
Oh, this is heavenly!
When he reaches the top of my spine he pays special attention to the back of my neck as his hands reach around to my breasts and begin teasing my nipples. He stops suddenly and reaches for a foil packet and I can hear him tear it open. There is a slight pause as he rolls it on, and then I feel his weight on top of me and he positions himself at my moist opening. “Raise your hips, Sam,” he says, his voice husky, and I comply immediately.

“You want it, baby, you got it,” he whispers harshly at my ear and a second later he is buried deep inside me, stretching me, and moving hard and fast. My hands clutch onto the pillow in front of me and my hips begin to rotate as he pounds into me, setting an animalistic, savage rhythm. It is the roughest he’s ever been with me and I am lost, climaxing quickly, and loudly, as he continues to drill into me. He just doesn’t stop, and the sensation is mind-blowing, my body still trembling from aftershocks as it begins to build again.
Holy mother of…
I had no idea that my body could do this! My blood is singing in my veins and I know that I’m going to erupt like a volcano.

“Joshua,” I scream as my second orgasm rips violently through me, shattering me into a million tiny pieces and causing me to convulse endlessly. He thrusts deeply into me and stills, calling my name and collapsing on top of me. His weight is pressing me into the mattress but I don’t care. This feels so freaking good, I never want him to move.

He kisses my temple and slowly pulls out of me, eliciting a moan of protest from me. He discards his condom to the floor and lays back down beside me, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me to him tightly. We are spooning again and it makes me smile. “Better,” he asks softly, still panting, and I can hear his smile and I giggle. He tightens his arm around me and snuggles in close. “My Sweet Sam,” he whispers, kissing the spot behind my ear.
Yes, I am his!
I like that thought, and I drift off with a smile on my face.

I’m not sure how long we doze but I am awakened by the sound of an earth-shattering scream. The kind you hear in horror movies, and when my eyes fly open, I realize that the scream is coming from me. I sit up quickly, completely terrified.

“Samantha!” Josh’s voice is full of concern and I am instantly comforted to find him at my side. One arm is around my waist and the other hand is in my hair, brushing it from my eyes. “Hey. Baby, it was just a dream. Just a bad dream. That’s all.”

“Josh,” I sob, clinging to him in the darkness.

“It’s all right, baby,” he says, folding me into his arms. “I’m here. I’m right here. You’re safe with me.” He cradles me in his arms and kisses the top of my head and I know that I am safe with him. He holds me close for several minutes and then asks, “You okay? Do you need some water?”

“I’m okay now,” I say softly.

“Do you have nightmares often, Sam?” he asks me, and I hear a trace of something in his voice but, I can’t place it.

“No,” I tell him quietly. “Only since I was assaulted. I hadn’t had any since leaving the hospital. I guess it was just seeing that creep today.”

“Do you remember what it was about?” he asks me. “Did you see his face?”

“No,” I sob, getting agitated again. “Just a faceless man with a tattoo, chasing me.”

“Okay, okay,” he says, trying to soothe me as he takes me into his arms again. “Let’s lay back down, all right?” He takes me into his arms and holds me close, his arms wrapped tightly around me as he kisses the top of my head once more. “Go back to sleep, baby,” he whispers. “I’ve got you.”

*****

A ringing phone shatters the silence in my dark bedroom, startling me, and I jump about a foot, causing Josh to tighten his arms around me reflexively. I turn and reach for my cellphone, trying to make note of the time as I do but, my eyes are too blurry and sleepy to make it out.

“Hello?” My voice is raspy and still quite drowsy, and I wonder idly who is calling in the middle of the night. And in the instant that thought crosses my mind, I know that it’s him. The man with the tattoo. A sliver of fear and dread runs up my spine as I hear the creepy mechanical music over the phone, and I am now wide awake.

“No.” My voice is a frightened whisper and I feel Josh place his hand on my back in a reassuring gesture.

“
Why are you not alone, Samantha?”
The voice is mechanically altered and slightly taunting.
“Are you afraid of me? Or are you screwing the detective?”
he asks harshly and I gasp loudly.

“Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?” I scream, and Josh sits up, taking the phone from my hand. Through my tears I see that Josh is listening intently to whatever he’s hearing on the other end of the phone line but he hangs up quickly.

“Sam, was that this asshole again?” His voice is worried and insistent as he reaches over to turn on the light.

“Didn’t you hear him?” I wail, looking at him in disbelief.

“No. All I heard was music,” he says definitively. “Like from one of those wind-up music boxes.”

“Yes, just like last time,” I tell him plaintively. He reaches up and gently wipes the tears from my cheeks.

“What did he say to you?” he demands softly, looking deep into my eyes.

I look at him, feeling intense fear as I remember the caller’s chilling words. “He’s watching me, Josh. He’s following me. He knows you’re here.”

“What did he say, Samantha?” His voice is more insistent. Urgent even.

“He said … um, he asked me why I wasn’t alone,” I say, my voice frantic and shaky. “He asked if I was screwing the detective.”

At my words, Josh looks as if he’s been slapped in the face. “He said that?” he demands to know. “Those were his exact words? ‘Are you screwing the detective?’”

“Yes,” I nod, and the tears begin to flow again. “He knows that you’re here. He must have watched you come in.”

“Fuck!”

Pierced By Love

Prologue

A ringing phone shatters the stillness, waking me with a start once again. My arms tighten around Samantha when she jumps at the startling noise, and I groan in protest as she moves to answer it. And I wonder who the hell is calling at this hour. Must be at least two in the morning by now, right?

“Hello?” Sam’s voice sounds raspy and groggy, and I know instinctively that whoever is on the other end of the line is not bearing good news. Not at this hour. Ten years on the police force has taught me that much.

“No.” Samantha’s voice is barely a whisper and it’s full of fear. And knowing how close she is to her brother and her cousin, I find myself hoping that nothing has happened to either one of them, for her sake. Reaching out in the darkness, I place my hand on her naked back and rub it lightly, in a reassuring gesture. She is silent for a moment as she listens to whoever it is, and I start to run the different scenarios through my head: car accident, heart attack, someone’s been arrested. The possibilities are endless really.

“Who are you?” Samantha suddenly screams into the phone and I realize then that her caller is not relaying family news. It’s this fucker again … the asshole who attacked her and followed her around the museum! “Why are you doing this to me?” She screams as I sit up beside her and take the phone away from her. Listening carefully, I hear what sounds like creepy, mechanical music, and I disconnect the call.

“Sam, was that this asshole again?” I ask her as I reach over to turn on the light. My voice sounds worried and demanding, and Sam looks at me with big, scared eyes.

“Didn’t you hear him?” she asks in disbelief.

“No. All I heard was music. Like from one of those wind-up music boxes,” I tell her as the tears begin to fall onto her cheeks.

“Yes, just like last time,” she quietly sobs, and I reach out with both hands and gently wipe her tears away.

“What did he say to you?” I ask her, looking deep into her sad, green eyes.

She hesitates briefly, and she looks so scared as she recalls the conversation. “He’s watching me, Josh,” she whispers fearfully. “He’s following me. He knows you’re here.”

Knows I’m here? What the hell is she talking about? “What did he say, Samantha?” I demand once more. And my voice has taken on a slightly urgent tone.

“He said … um, he asked me why I wasn’t alone,” she says quietly. And her voice is small and shaky. “He asked if I was screwing the detective.”

Whoa. This thing just took a major left turn. And I think I can feel the color draining from my face. “He said that?” I demand to know, looking at her intently. “Those were his exact words? ‘Are you screwing the detective?’”

“Yes,” she says softly. And the word is a frightened whisper as the tears begin to flow once more. “He knows that you’re here. He must have watched you come in.”

At her words I feel an ominous shiver run up my spine and I can’t help but wonder exactly what kind of sick son of a bitch we’re dealing with here. If that really was him that Sam saw at the museum and he really was following her, then this thing goes much deeper than a random attack in a deserted parking lot. Who is this asshole and what does he want with her?

“Fuck!”