Choosing Us Read online M. Robinson (Pierced Hearts Duet #1)

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary, Romance, Tear Jerker Tags Authors: Series: The Pierced Hearts Duet Series by M. Robinson
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Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 64617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
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The little minx taunted, “Why are you in such a hurry, Mr. Pierce?” in my ear.

“I’ve waited what has felt like a lifetime to live out my fantasy. What brought on my wet dreams almost every goddamn night since I laid eyes on you. To spread you wide open and slowly fuck that sweet pussy that’s been dry humping the shit out of me all these years.”

“I really need to stop blushing when you say dirty things like this.”

“No.” I kissed her, keeping my eyes on the road. “Please, don’t.”

She smiled against my lips. “Where are we going, Mr. Pierce?”

“Home, Mrs. Pierce.”

“What do you—”

Cutting off her question, I pulled into a private driveway just off the main road. At first glance she saw the white picket fence, red door, and sunflowers growing all along the property immediately aware of what I was up to.

“No…” She shook her head, shifting her eyes to me. “You couldn’t have.”

“Oh, but I did.”

We were in an older neighborhood, but it was safe, and we were together which was all that mattered. The one-story ranch was simple, modest, and all I could afford at eighteen years old. With the help of Eva and Mario, we renovated a few things on the inside.

“What? How? Oh my God!” She beamed, flinging the car door open. Running up the gravel walkway. I followed, catching her by the waist as she slipped on her heels, scooping her up in my arms before she fell.

This time, I carried her over the threshold of our new home the way a husband was supposed to. Stepping foot into the house I bought solely for her.

For us.

“As much as I would love to see your face while you look around our new place, I’d rather watch you come from my cock inside your sweet fuckin’ pussy way more. The tour will have to wait till after, and by that, I mean sometime next week, baby. Cuz I’m not leaving your body till I am damn ready to.”

She smirked, batting her lashes.

Once we reached the master bedroom, I set her down. Not paying any mind to our surroundings like she was.

There was a queen-size mattress in the middle of the floor with clean sheets and pillows on it. A small side table with a single lamp, and Eva’s mother’s old wooden rocking chair that had intricate designs carved into the back was placed in the corner. She insisted I take it, saying it would bring us luck for when we had children of our own. She even draped my old worn out Ninja Turtle blanket across it.

Our small Key Lime pie wedding cake was placed on a tray in the center of the bed. Bailey’s favorite flavor besides me of course.

While she was lost in our future, I was focusing on the present. I walked over to the small radio on the floor and pressed play, and the soft tune of “Tale As Old As Time” strummed off the speakers in the room.

Bailey’s eyes lit up like Christmas, turning to face me. “Aiden… Oh my God…” was all she could manage to say.

I placed one hand on the small of her back, pulling her petite frame in closer. Her hand found mine, intertwining and I rested them on my chest near my calm heartbeat.

Our feet started moving to the music, swaying us both along the old wood floor. We danced around our bedroom for our first dance as husband and wife, slowly gravitating all around the space.

“I love you, Aiden. I couldn’t have asked for a better birthday, proposal, wedding, home… Oh my, how do you do it? How do you always outdo yourself?”

I twirled her around, drawing her back to me. “You make it easy, Bailey.”

“I’m not going to lie, I’m a little nervous about what happens next.”

“You mean about me making love to you?”

“Yeah … I mean, what if I’m awful? What if I’m not what you expected, what if—”

I kissed her, soft and gentle, seeking out her tongue before backing away to spin her again. I spun her a few more times, engraining the memory of her in that gown in my mind.

Wearing it for only me.

On the last twirl, I stopped when her back was to my front, and slowly slipped the zipper down on her dress. Admiring her beauty, her silky skin, the way my lips glided along the side of her neck. She leaned into my chest, beckoning me to keep going.

“Bailey Pierce,” I rasped into her ear, causing shivers to stir on her flesh. “You were made for me, and don’t you ever forget that.”

Her gown pooled at our feet in a heap of gold silk fabric, as I continued stripping her bare. In one swift movement, I was down on my knees, kissing along her thighs, up to her sweet spot. Getting her nice and ready for what would be our first encounter of love making. By the time I was done devouring her heat, she was soaking wet.


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