“I’m not going to tell you what to do, but I think it may be a good idea to let her know what is going on. You aren’t even staying at your house. What if she goes there and doesn’t find you,” I point out.
Meg is nodding and chewing. She picks up her phone and starts to tap away. Deleting and tapping, deleting and tapping. I can’t take it anymore. I slide the phone towards me, type a quick message, and send it.
This is Sterling. Meg is staying with me. She is having an issue with an unknown stalker.
Immediately, I see 3 dots pop up.
Piper: Is she okay?
I need to respond and put an end to this. This is not how I want to spend my night.
She is fine. Tired. I’m handling it with my brother. He has a security business. She will touch base with you in the morning.
Piper: Okay. Thank you!
“Done”, I state. Meg is staring at me. Her mouth hanging open. I hand her back her phone. She grabs it quickly and reads what I wrote. Her face is turning an interesting shade of red.
“Do you know what you have done,” she asks in a high pitched voice. Her hands are animatedly waving in front of her. Then she rests her head in them.
“I answered her directly,” I state simply. I don’t understand. I effectively communicated the issue and ended the conversation for the night.Isn’t that what she wanted?
“You don’t understand, she is going to drive me insane. She is going to want details tomorrow. Details that I don’t have. She is going to make up this ridiculous fantasy story in her head about you and me! One that I’m going to have to tell her is not true,” she is panting through her diatribe. I fold my arms across my chest.
“What fantasy,” I prod. I want to hear her say it. I want to hear her put into words what is happening here. Even if she denies it. Even if she claims her friend is creating a fictional world.
“UGHHH, in Piper’s deluded mind this ends with you and I together,together,” she blurts out frustratedly, pulling off her glasses and setting them down next to her plate and rubs her eyes.
“She doesn’t understand that this is just a bump in the road, a blip on the radar screen. She doesn’t understand that once this issue goes away, so do you. Piper lives in a different world than I do. We both know that this is not a romance novel. You do not end up wanting me,” she opens her mouth to keep going.
But I have had enough of her thinking she knows what I want or don’t want. Tuning her out, I wait for my opportune moment. Just when her face is turned and tilted in the right direction, I make my move. Quickly, my mouth descends on hers. I swallow whatever it is she has to say and instead make better use of our time.
She is still shocked, so I use it to my advantage. My tongue maps out her mouth, exploring the terrain. Memorizing the texture. In a second he sighs and relaxes. I bring my hands up to up her neck under her chin. Holding her in place, I continue my tour. Tonight, I’m not holding back. We have done this dance long enough. It is time I prove her wrong.
Keeping my hold on her face, I pull back. She is panting slightly. Her lips and cheeks are rosy. Rubbing my thumbs along the apples of her cheeks, I move in again. A bit slower this time. So that she understands this isn’t anotherblip on the radar screen.
With my mouth still on hers, I stand and pull her up with me. Wanting to be closer, I yank her forward so that there is not one part of us that isn’t touching. Her height is hindering me from all of the access I want. So I pick her up and set her on the counter. She gasps and holds on for dear life, as if I’m going to drop her.
Her eyes are starting to come back into focus, and that won’t do, so I go for her mouth again. She needs to stop thinking so much.
Chapter 21
Meg
Just as I’m getting comfortable with the standing position we are in, Sterling throws me off kilter by lifting me,ME—on top of the counter. I guess he didn’t have the proper…leverage. I have to admit, I panicked for a millisecond. I haven’t been picked up since I was probably seven. I didn’t think it was possible, but Sterling made it seem effortless.
Before I know it, he is kissing me again. I sink into it. I cannot believe that this is where the night has gone. This may just be for now, but I’m going to enjoy every second of this. It isn’t everyday that I get to make out with a tall, dark, handsome, capable man. This make-out session will keep me fulfilled on those long nights that I spend alone in my bed. When I go back to the real world.
Sterling’s hand starts to move down my my neck. He skates my side and moves to my waist. Pulling me forward so that his hips and mine connect. I gasp at the evidence of our make out session coming into contact with the thin seam of my leggings.
Sterling’s erection bumps up against my my clit and I automatically move my hips searching for a repeat of that brief friction. He chuckles and gives me what I am looking for. I feel that chuckle all the way to my abdomen. It sounds like confidence and experience. He bumps into that spot again and I lurch forward. His hand is pulling up the oversized sweatshirtI’m wearing and moving underneath. My long sleeve shirt is thin, and I can feel his lightly callused hand moving to the back of my waist.
His hand sweeps up and down my back. His hips moving forward and back. His mouth controlling mine. My body is on fire and freezing at the same time. The crotch in my leggings is getting wet. I should be embarrassed but all I can do is feel. I feel like I’m climbing this hill and I just need to get to the top. Every time I feel like I am almost there, Sterling pulls away, as if he knows. It is like he knows how much pressure I need to keep me on the edge.
I realize the noises I am hearing are coming from me. They are like mewling noises. I have never made these noises in my life. I never understood what women meant when they said that men played their body like an instrument. I always thought they were full of it. Sterling was giving me quite the tutorial.
Just when I think he is going to give me what I need he pulls away slightly again. I groan low in my throat. Sterling moves his mouth to my neck and begins kissing, and licking, and suckling. He apparently has found a spot there that is a direct line to my clit. I can almost feel it beating in time with the pulse in my neck.
He is going to drive me out of my mind. I have never been in this place before. I realize that my hands are roaming all over his well developed upper body. There is no pattern. They are just greedily feeling all of the hard planes and dips. His muscles bunch and release.
