Choosing You: The Pierced Hearts Duet: Book Two

by M. Robinson

  <>Camila<>

  I was dancing for him when I heard, “Dr. Pierce!” A man with long curly hair walked toward our table with a petite brunette holding his hand behind him.

  I couldn’t help but notice how strikingly attractive they were, and how familiar he looked.

  How do I know him?

  “Mr. Montero,” Aiden greeted, shaking his hand before nodding for them to sit down at our private booth.

  “Cami, this is Damien Montero and his wife Amira.”

  “Hi, nice to meet you. I feel like I already know you. Where do I know you from?”

  “The news. My husband has a hard time staying out of other people’s business.”

  His hand twitched, like he wanted to spank her ass.

  I laughed at the thought.

  “Old habits die hard,” he announced, leaning back into the sofa. “It’s my job to involve myself in other people’s business.”

  “That’s where I know you from!” I pointed at him. “You were that District Attorney who almost died, right? You got caught in the crossfire of a shootout in Miami?”

  “The one and only.”

  Amira rolled her eyes at her husband, breathing a sigh of relief. “Don’t remind me, worst night of my life. But thanks to your husband—”

  “He’s not my husband,” I corrected, looking over at Aiden who didn’t bat an eye at her assumption.

  “Oh, I apologize.”

  “No need,” Aiden coaxed. “There are worse names I could be called.”

  What the hell?

  “You mean like Savior,” Amira professed, bringing my attention back to her. “Thanks to you, my husband is alive.”

  I never expected her to follow-up with that. “What?”

  “Dr. Pierce performed emergency surgery on Damien. He saved his life.”

  What was Aiden doing in Miami?

  “I was just doing my job,” Aiden simply stated as if it weren’t a big deal.

  “Wow… I had no idea.”

  “I owe this good doctor my life.” In a caring gesture, Damien gripped onto Aiden’s shoulder. “I’m no longer DA, but I still work in the Department of Justice. I don’t like owing people and it’s been almost five years and here I am waiting to return the favor.”

  Aiden laughed him off, however, there was an eeriness in Mr. Montero’s tone that meant business.

  What did he mean by that?

  Aiden grabbed my hand and kissed it, like he knew what I was thinking and wanted to reassure me.

  “What are you doing in North Carolina?” I asked, curious to know.

  “I’m looking into a case. How’s Noah?” he questioned, quickly changing the subject.

  “He’s good.”

  “Staying out of trouble?”

  “Define trouble?”

  We all laughed.

  “Tell him I send my regards.”

  “Will do.”

  “It was good seeing you, Dr. Pierce.”

  “Likewise.”

  They left, but not before Damien leaned over and murmured something in Aiden’s ear. Even after we said our goodbyes, I couldn’t shake the feeling there was more going on.

  Aiden didn’t have any enemies. Everyone loved him.

  And then it hit me.

  Hard and fast.

  The dancing, the way he said, “Home.”

  It was when I realized, I was falling in love with him…

  Too.

  Chapter 21

  <>Aiden<>

  “You tired?”

  She shook her head no.

  “Good.”

  By the time we walked back into the house, it was well after two in the morning, and I still didn’t want the night to end.

  With her heels in her hand, I guided her down to the basement, unlocking a secret door. I flicked on a few lights, illuminating the wine cellar beneath the stairs.

  “How did I not know this was here?”

  “I keep it locked.”

  “Don’t trust me? Or the boys?” She smirked.

  “Who do you think?”

  “They’re good kids.”

  Or so she thought…

  They were still little boys with their balls dropping. One was a handful alone, and the other you never knew what you’d get.

  I didn’t waver, looking through my selection of aged wines, revealing, “I caught Jackson in his room with Willow.”

  She gasped. “No, you didn’t! What did you do?”

  “Handed him a condom.”

  She slapped my arm.

  “I’m kidding.”

  “What were they doing?”

  “He says they were just hanging out, with her head in his lap.”

  “Oh man… was she?”

  “No, but why else would her head be in his lap, Cami?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe that’s how she wanted to talk to him.”

  “Before or after she sucked his coc—”

  “No!” She put her hands over her ears. “I’m not listening to this. How can you be so nonchalant about it?”

  “He’s a boy.” I shrugged.

  “And that means? What if it was Journey with her head on—”

  The expression on my face rendered her speechless. I grabbed a bottle of wine and walked out of the cellar before she could continue. Not allowing images of my daughter in a compromising position cross my mind. Knowing damn well no good would come of it.

  Plain and simple, Jackson was a boy. Journey was my baby girl, and the last thing I wanted to think about was how I’d kill a son of a bitch.

  “Did you talk to him about it at least?”

  The fact she was so concerned about my boy, warmed my heart. I smiled, taking the wine opener from the drawer.

  “Aiden, seriously, did you talk to him? Girls shouldn’t even be in his room, let alone with the door closed.” She followed me out to the back patio. “Please tell me it’s not okay with you?”

  “Of course not.”

  “Alright, good. So, what did you talk about?”

  “Cami,” I stressed, setting the bottle on the table. “Do you really want to talk about Jackson right now?”

  “Depends.” She folded her arms over her chest, and it made her tits pop at the seams. “Did you really hand him a condom?”

  I opened the bottle, pouring her some wine. “No.”

  “Fine.” She grabbed the glass out of my hand. “We can talk about this later.”

  “Can’t wait.”

  “Harley is going to be so heartbroken.”

  “What do you want me to say, sweetheart? My boy’s a little shit. You more than anyone knows how he ticks.”

  “Like father like son, huh?”

  I grinned, laying down on the lounger with her following suit on the one next to me. A soft, classical melody filled the humid air from Camila’s phone. Adding to the ambiance between us as we looked up at the stars.

  “My boys and I are a lot alike, but we’re also very different. They’ve never wanted for anything, I made sure of it. Bailey and I would often argue about how much I’d indulge them.”

  “Were you a flirt like Jackson?”

  “I was.” I glanced over at her. “But only for one girl.”

  “You told me before you met Bailey when you were seven. Was it always just her?”

  “Yeah.” I nodded, bringing the glass up to my lips. “It was me and her against the world.”

  The silence was deafening, while I waited for her to go on. Fully aware her questions wouldn’t stop there.

  When I looked over at her again, her head was hung low and she was playing with the seam of her dress.

  “Ask me.”

  She took a deep breath, exhaling, “Do you miss her?”

  “Everyday.”

  Her cautious eyes met mine.

  “I struggle with it though.”

  “With missing her?”

  “Mmm hmm.”

  “Why?”

  “Because of the way I feel about you.�
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  “Are you ever going to tell me what happened to her?”

  “I will, when I’m ready. I promise.”

  “Okay,” she hesitantly replied.

  “Tell me.”

  She zeroed in on my face as if she didn’t understand how I knew what she was thinking.

  “I’ve felt this deep connection to you, since I walked into your house.”

  “I know. I felt it too.”

  Her eyes held nothing but sincerity and confusion, suddenly making the air so goddamn thick between us.

  “I guess, I don’t know what to make of all of it. I like you, Aiden. A lot. I love your kids. I can see myself, not only with you but with them as well, and that scares the shit out of me. I know I’ll never be able to live up to your once-in-a-lifetime love, and I don’t want to feel like I’m here because she isn’t.”

  Her vulnerability didn’t stop me from taking in the glow of her smooth tan skin, or the way her hair kept falling around her face, or the rosy flush of her cheeks from the wine.

  There was something in the way she was looking at me…

  The concern.

  The sadness.

  The understanding in her eyes.

  That had me sharing, “My mom died in my arms when I was seven-years-old.”

  Her lips parted as a slight gasp escaped her mouth, waiting for me to go on.

  “For the next nine years of my life, I was placed in twenty-two different foster homes. None of which were anything I’d ever call a fuckin’ home. That is until the last family I was placed with. For the first time since my mother died, I felt what it was like to be loved by someone who wasn’t Bailey. She was my only family until them,” I paused, allowing my words to sink in.

  “I met Bay at the kids’ shelter the night my mother passed. You see, Cami, growing up like we did, bonding over the bullshit our lives had become made things easier on us. Left us feeling like there was someone in the world that gave a damn if we were alive and well. When you grow up in those circumstances, where all you have is each other, it adds another element to your love and devotion to one another. I’m not going to pretend Bailey wasn’t my soulmate. She is.”

  Camila swallowed hard, her big, brown eyes brimming with tears. Shining beyond fucking bright against the moonlight.

  I stood without hesitation, setting the glass down on the table, going to her, needing to feel her in my arms for what I was about to say. I sat down next to her in the lounger, and tugged her toward me, making her straddle my waist.

  Her tight dress hiked up her toned thighs and without thinking, my hands immediately traveled up her legs.

  They were as soft as they were inviting.

  And I knew, I was done for.

  <>Camila<>

  Hearing him talk about his wife with so much devotion in his heart, hurt in ways I never saw coming.

  There I sat, straddling the man’s lap I was falling in love with. Only feeling the fear I was going to get hurt by him. And even still, I wanted him.

  All of him.

  Even if it came with a price at my expense.

  Would I ever have him? Truly have him?

  My mind told me no, but my heart, my soul, was in his hands. Choking the life out of me.

  “You have me questioning everything I believe in, and it hurts me as much as it heals me,” he openly affirmed. “I don’t know the purpose for you being brought into my life. All I know is I want, need, crave you in it. I can’t imagine a life without you anymore. It doesn’t feel right because you feel so goddamn perfect. Do I love and miss my wife? Absolutely. But don’t think for one second it takes away what I feel for you… For the first time in my life, I’m struggling with the reality that maybe you’re allowed to love more than one person in a lifetime. That maybe you’re allowed to have more than one soulmate. Because ever since you walked into my home, Cami, that’s what you’ve felt like to me… Mine.”

  I didn’t know what to say. His beautiful words literally shocked me to my core. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

  So, I did what came natural with him, I let my body speak for me. Nudging my face into his chest, I kissed along his neck.

  “Cami,” he huskily groaned.

  His fingers moved at a slow, torturous speed, up to where I really yearned for him to touch me. My dress had ridden up my thighs, exposing the pink lace panties he bought me.

  “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

  I peeked up at him through my lashes, simply moaning,

  “Show me.”

  Chapter 22

  <>Camila<>

  “Woman, what are you doing to me?”

  He reached out to stroke the side of my cheek, my face leaned into his fingers. Shifting his hand to the nook of my neck, gently, he pulled me closer to him.

  His lips instantly found mine, and what started off as a peck turned into something else entirely. Taking on a life of its own. He opened his mouth and sought out my tongue.

  Except, this kiss was much different from our last.

  It was softer, like we were both exploring each other’s mouths for the first time. Our tongues twisted as we tasted one another. It felt fucking amazing.

  He felt amazing.

  But like anything with Aiden, it quickly moved on its own accord. He demandingly pulled at the sides of my face, kissing me more aggressively than before.

  All the buildup, months of anticipation, longing, and hunger we’d kept safely bottled up, were at the surface. It was more than I could have ever imagined.

  He was more than I could have ever imagined.

  His fingers moved down my chest in a slow agonizing motion.

  I held my breath as his rough hands cupped my breasts, softly kneading them while devouring my mouth. I’d only been caressed there by Sean, but his touch didn’t feel anything like Aiden’s.

  Dr. Pierce’s hold was so expressive and emotional. So goddamn loving.

  It was as if he was making love to me, when all he was doing was kissing and fondling my chest.

  Nothing could have prepared me for this moment.

  His groaning. My moaning.

  His growling. My panting.

  His hard cock. My soaking wet heat.

  Our legs entwined, rubbing together and moving all around the lounger. He kissed my jawline, my neck, and deliberately pecked his way back up to my lips.

  I no longer had any control over my movements, as he gripped onto my waist, turning us both over. In seconds, I felt the weight of him on top of me, and I swear to God, I could have come from that alone.

  What was happening to me?

  My breathing escalated when I realized what he was doing, but that didn’t stop me from grinding my body against his dry fucking his cock.

  “Fuck… Cami,” he rumbled in my mouth. “We need to stop,” he half-ass requested.

  “I don’t want to stop.”

  He pressed his hand on my throat, holding me down to stare intensely into my eyes.

  “There’s only so much restraint I have left for you. If we don’t stop now, I’m going to make you mine.”

  “Then make me yours, Dr. Pierce.”

  I saw it.

  His self-restraint snapped.

  Loud and clear.

  His eyes glazed over like a possessed man. His jaw clenched. His appearance hardened in a way that will forever be embedded in my mind. His body tensed as his strong grip suddenly tightened on my wrists.

  With those mere gestures, he was simply branding me.

  Although his wall wasn’t completely down, there was something there holding him back. I didn’t know what it was until he disclosed, “I don’t have a condom.”

  My heart soared, hearing him say that.

  Especially since he was taking me out, he wasn’t expecting me to put out.

  His thumb glided toward my lips.

  “I’m on the pill.”

  He jerked back, not liking my response.

  “You�
�re a doctor, Aiden. You know there’s more reasons to take birth control than—”

  “I’m not concerned with anyone else’s reasons but yours.”

  “Rest assured, Dr. Pierce. I haven’t been with anyone since Sean. He’s the only man I’ve ever been with, and that was years ago.”

  He brushed his nose back and forth against mine.

  “Your hand was getting it done the other night.”

  “You were standing at my door!”

  “Mmm hmm… I wanted to find out what you saw me doing in my office.”

  “You doing?” I lowered my eyebrows. “Were you watching me dance?”

  “Yes,” he rasped, locking eyes with me. “While I fucked my fist to the sight of you.”

  My eyes widened, taken back.

  “Tell me, my Tiny Dancer, were you envisioning me fucking my fist while you touched your pussy?”

  “So, I guess the dirty talk only gets dirtier when he’s on top of me.”

  “Sweetheart, you have no idea.”

  I grumbled, mortified I said that out loud.

  “You fuck with me. And it’s only a matter of time, before I fucked you too.”

  “Holy shit.”

  “When was the last you got off, Cami?”

  “I can’t…” His mouth slid down my neck toward the top of my cleavage. “I mean…”

  “I’m sorry, am I distracting you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.” With his tongue, he started licking down my chest. “Answer or I’ll stop.”

  “Oh man…ummm…I can’t… I mean… I can’t make myself come without a toy and since you... left mine… behind… so yeah…”

  I could feel him grinning against my tender flesh. “I see. And why is that?”

  Those four little words had become my favorite question, just not right now when his tongue found my nipple. Tearing down my dress, he sucked it into his mouth.

  “Hey!” I peered down at him. “You’re ruining my dress!”

  “I’ll buy you a new one.” With that, he tore it down further.

  Rip…

  Rip…

  Rip…

  Until all I was left in was my panties and heels.

  “Jesus Christ, you’re fuckin’ gorgeous.”