Page 29 of His Little Stowaway

“Seriously,” he adds, giving me a short, sharp look. “Think about what you really want. Not just today or even from me or anyone else. Just what is it that you really want in this life?”

I take some time to think it over, which I can tell pleases him some.

“It sounds stupid,” I finally admit. “But all I’ve ever wanted was to stop running. To not be afraid of anything anymore. To have my own life on my own terms, I guess,” I say with a fair amount of conviction.

Pearce nods in respect and understanding.

“I hear ya, Brynn. I certainly hear ya,” he says, but I can sense his questioning leading somewhere.

Leading to something I’m maybe missing from the glint in his eye as he glances over at me again and again.

“And a family?” he finally asks, making me blush.

I think I get what he’s driving at now.

Wow. What a smooth operator. I’ve known the man all of half a day and already he wants to know if I want kids.

“Of course,” I giggle, not even hesitating when I picture kids with a dad like Pearce.

He frowns when I add my own thoughts though. “But only if they don’t have the short, fat gene that I was born with,” I laugh, remembering my mom’s stick-thin body, but on her side, both my grandparents had a weight problem.

I’m just hoping it skips a generation.

But Pearce shakes his head, disappointed I’m still thinking like this.

“I used to count the dollars when I was younger, Brynn. When I was your age,” he says, and I can tell this is gonna be one of those stories with a meaning behind it.

“I counted the zeroes, and then the commas and then the number of accounts…” he goes on. Suddenly growing quiet.

“And then?” I ask, waiting for the moral of his story.

“And then I lost count,” he says, looking at me with feigned annoyance. I laugh out loud, having no idea what he’s getting at.

“My point is, Brynn. Is that if we only look at one thing, if we just focus on one part of anything, we run the real risks of missing out on the real beauty of it all.”

I hum in reply, still not sure.

“That sounds like something everyone with money says,” I retort, voicing my opinion, that it’s a lot easier to say how others should view money when you have a ton of it.

“I’m not talking about money, Brynn,” Pearce says sharply.

“I’m talking about you. And I’m talking about me,” he adds cryptically, but raises his eyebrows a few times, making me laugh again.

Letting me know he’s talking romance. That one commodity like money I also know nothing about.

“If we get stuck on what someone or something looks like, we lose our chance to see the whole person or thing. That’s my point,” he says, explaining to me as simply as he can.

“Says the man who looks perfect,” I murmur. Seeing his point but still thinking it’s just his way of being nice.

Whatever he sees in me, I’ll never know but as we get further away from my old life I can’t wait to see what Pearce has planned.

He asks if I need a bathroom break. “Or anything else?” After that, we drive for about another hour.

I’m good, but I have no idea how much further it is though.

“We’re almost there,” he says, answering my question before I even ask it.

“I was just wondering if I can control myself until we get there,” he adds, sending a thrill through me when his eyes lock on mine in the rearview mirror.

I gasp out loud, glad when I feel his hand on my thigh which I grip with two hands and guide straight to the fresh heat between my legs.

“I think I could get used to no underwear… Maybe,” I say with a shivering breath. Making him growl gently as his thick fingers tease my pussy lips through the denim I know is gonna be soaked by the time we get anywhere I can take them off.

Pearce slows more than once, glancing at the road ahead and the little areas to the sides of it.

“Do you need a bathroom break?” I coo, bravely reaching over for his arousal and shamelessly stroking it with both hands through his straining pants.

With a low groan, he warns me that he can stop the car at any second.

“I’d do you over the fucking hood right now, Brynn,” he says, cursing to himself and trying to focus on driving.

I shiver again and pull my hands back.

I want Pearce to claim me, more than anything now but when it comes down to it, I’m still nervous as hell.

All this is still so new to me, and I forget that a real man like Pearce, he’s gonna have needs.

Needs I don’t even know I can fulfill, no matter how horny he makes me.

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