“This just sucks,” Piper exclaims, “I can’t tell who it is! Where is my ah-hah moment,” she questions in a frustrated tone. Carter chuckles and I can’t help but smirk.
“Sterling was right last night, it could be no one that you know,” I say to her. She turns around and looks at me. With her brow raised and shrugs her shoulders.
“Well, the sheriff added this to his report and your windows are being boarded up as we speak. Which is good because it is supposed to rain tonight,” Carter states as he looks at his phone and types out a response text. I’m assuming it is his window contact. I don’t ask.
“I just don’t know how this guy can be such a fucking ghost,” I say to Carter. I can’t believe we don’t have a lead on him.
“I am going to go up and down the street to see if any residences have cameras that face the street. We may get lucky and catch a license plate number from a doorbell camera or something,” Carter shares his plans. He is already closing the laptop and putting it in his backpack.
“That isn’t a bad idea. He could only go a couple of different ways to get to her driveway. And we have a time frame to narrow it down,” I nod my head. It’s something, and it’s more than the useless High Ridge PD is doing. No wonder they hire us to help them. They can’t get out of their own way.
“I’m going to do it now,” he tells us as he swings his backpack strap over one of his shoulders. I nod, and go to thank him but the words don’t come as I watch Carter hug Piper. It looks friendly and I trust Carter with my life, but I don’t like anyone touching my girl.
“Okay, thats enough,” I grit out and pull Piper to my side. Carter grins knowingly. The asshole did it on purpose. Trying to rile me up.
“Chill dude, no one is infringing on your territory,” Carter chuckles again. I can tell he is highly amused by this and it does nothing but piss me off.
“I’ll see you love birds later,” he says on his way out the door. I hear him whistling as he shuts the door behind him. Piper giggles and I look down at her.
Her slightly rounded cheeks are a light pink and her eyes are glittering in amusement. When I raise my eyebrow at her she giggles again.
“He was whistling the theme song to The Love Boat. Never would have pegged Carter for a Nick at Nite reruns kind of guy,” she giggles again. I can’t stand it anymore and my need to consume her takes over. I bend down and take her mouth in mine. Her laughter quickly stops and turns into a quiet moan.
Chapter 37
Piper
My frustration is quickly forgotten the moment Holt starts kissing me. My body reverts back to being putty in his hands, a skill that only he seems to possess. His hands go around my waist and he lifts me up onto the island behind me. Before I can even protest him lifting me, he is back at my mouth, sucking on my tongue and nipping my bottom lip.
I shiver as his hand skates under my oversized sweater. His fingers expertly unhook the back of my bra, something I may need him to teach me—later. My wandering mind snaps back to focus on Holt’s hands that are currently circling and tugging on my nipples, a groan comes out of the back of my throat that sounds animalistic. I can feel Holt smile while he kisses me.
My hands are exploring the impressive planes of his upper body. I can feel the ridges of his abs through the soft shirt that he is wearing. His abs contract as my fingers run over them. I want to feel his skin so my hands roam underneath his shirt.
Holt takes a deep breath as I do this, before his mouth returns to the spot right below my ear. Chills break out over my body and I can’t pull him close enough. My legs have suddenly wrapped around his narrow waist. Suddenly Holt takes the opportunity to pull me off the counter. I squeal and tighten my grip on him.
“Wh-what are you doing,” I stutter out. Holt’s hands go to cup my ass and he squeezes gently.
“Taking this somewhere more comfortable, relax Sugar,” his voice is gravelly but he is showing no signs of tiring from carrying my plus size frame.
When he gets to the stairs, I start to panic. Carrying me a few feet on a flat surface is different than taking a flight of stairs.
“Holt, put me down— I can walk,” my lust addled brain is clearing pretty quickly and embarrassment is taking over.
“No way, Sugar—you aren’t getting out of this. No more running,” his dark serious voice makes my stomach flip. He is looking at me, his light blue eyes almost grey in this light. It makes me slightly nervous which turns me on even more.Obviously I need to see a therapist— I’ll worry about that later though.
“Piper, look at me,” Holt demands. I look back up into his eyes, wondering how I found myself here. He shifts our position so that my back is against the wall. His hips thrust into my center. I feel his hard length, and my breath gets caught in my throat.
“You drive me fucking insane. I have wanted this for a long time, and nothing is going to get in my way,” he says to me. His mouth moves to mine and his tongue pierces through the seam of my lips. He continues to thrust into my center, strategically rubbing my clit through the fabric. I feel like a teenager, but the move is still effective, bringing me closer to the edge. The haze of lust is coming back.
His demanding tone only makes me slicker. I start to meet him thrust for thrust release shimmering in the distance like a mirage. Holts hands continue to massage my ass while guiding my thrusts. Holt slows us down, and his lips move to my ear. I’m panting and can’t seem to catch my breath.
“Please, Holt— I’m so close,” Holt chuckles against my neck. He kisses and licks that spot under my ear that short circuits my brain.
“Ah, ah, ah— remember, only good girls get to come. That’s two Piper,” his voice rumbles deeply in my ear. A whine comes out of the back of my throat.
“One more, Sugar,” he says darkly. I didn’t think it was possible to be this turned on, I feel feverish. All of a sudden he moves to take the stairs and I grab his shoulders.
“I won’t let you go, Piper,” he promises. The dual meaning isn’t lost on me. He makes it to the second floor, not looking strained. I look at him with my eyebrow raised.
