“Do not give me ideas, sweetheart,” I whisper against her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. Despite our shower a few hours ago, she smells like me now too and that drives me fucking nuts.
Piper laughs a little as she settles down on my chest, letting me hold her. I’ve never felt so comfortable with someone before. Not just with her, but with myself. With who I am when we’re together. We’ve talked all night ab about our various traumas—the loss of my family, how her father walked out on her family—and I told her things I've never dared tell anyone else.
She has been up here with me just a short time, going on our second day locked away from the storm, and I can’t stand the idea of her leaving. I know she has to. I realize we’ve not given any promises or put a label on whatever is going on between us. Despite that, without knowing all I need to know or her knowing all she should about me, I am certain of one thing.
Piper is the one doing the saving on this mountain.
“Tell me more about Bettie Buttons,” I urge, my hands smoothing over her silky skin, fingertips walking over eachperfect curve.
Before she even starts talking, I sense her smile. It is in her voice; in the way she lets out a little sigh as she talks about her work. “Bettie was meant to be an outlet for me. Until she became a voice for me instead. My experiences became hers. All the good, all the bad, she went through it with me. I had no idea five years later I would still be writing and drawing her.”
“How about this experience, sweetheart? Good I hope?”
Sitting astride me, her dark hair tumbles past her shoulders in glossy waves, her skin shining in the morning sunshine. Moving to sit up with her, I wait for her answer, searching her eyes. Piper cannot hide what she is feeling in those big, honey brown eyes. They’ve let me know since I got her out of that tree how she feels, when she’s needing something more from me. I cradle her face, watch those eyes as she smiles shyly. Jesus, she’s adorable.
“Pace it’s been.... thevery bestexperience. I’m not sure if I’ll write about it. I want to keep it to myself. Just us. Everything I go through, Bettie goes through too. Not this. I want this just for me. Is that weird?”
Beaming up at her as pride, adoration, joy, and a ton of other emotions swirl inside of me, I nod. “No sweetheart, it can be just us. Just you and me.”
Something shifts in the air between us. I can’t be sure what it is. We’ve shared lots of moments since I carried her out of that tree, but this one seems different. It seems more...absolute. Bending closer, her hands tunneled in my hair, she lets out a little sigh. Then her lips are on mine as she kisses me again, rendering me powerless, speechless, breathless as she claims me.
Piper loves talking about the mountain men she came here to find. For research she claims, for her Bettie Buttons storyline. I call bullshit. I think we both know why she came up here.Finding her in the tree was not our first time meeting. We’ve not talked about it, but we saw each other the other day. With her perched at her desk while I stood on the corner with the other guys, we shared a moment without ever saying a word to each other.
Her breath is sweet against my mouth, her voice trembling as she speaks on a soft, needy whisper. “Pace. I want...I want this. You.Us. Can we...I mean, I want us to...”
Between us, my cock swells as she twists her hips. We both want the same thing. Hell, I’ve barely held back from pinning her beneath me and rutting like a wild animal. It has been there from the moment we locked eyes in town. I want her. I want this too, us, I want something with her. We’ve not talked about what comes next. I think we’re afraid to.
Once this storm is over, if this is all I have with her, it will be enough.
“Yes, baby, we can. Come here, Piper, come here sweet girl,” I hum as my hands slide up her back, cupping her shoulders as I move too.
Piper shifts her hips, and I hiss as she rubs her hot, wet folds over my jutting cock. Tangling one of her hands in my hair, the other drops between us. We both stop breathing. The entire world shrinks down to this moment. With her fingers wrapped around me, she guides me between her thighs, lifting her hips to poise herself to take me.
My fingers bruise her skin, I grip her so tightly. Slowly, achingly, deliciously slow, she drops slowly, taking me inside her. I hear trumpets and birds singing as her heat wraps around me. Wet, tight, perfect. Letting out a little moan, she rocks forward to take me deeper, until I am as deep as I can get.
“That’s it. That’s it, baby,” I whisper, both of us fixated on the spot where we join, where she grips me tightly inside of her. “Move when you need to. We can...oh, hell, baby.... that’s good.That’sso fuckinggood.”
Piper giggles before he moans again as she slides down my length. One hand still fists my hair, the other clawing at my chest. Beneath her touch, my heart thunders. I watch her face as she starts to take me again, and again, fucking me slowly, dragging her wet pussy along my aching cock at a torturous pace. I stare up at her, completely transfixed, totally bewitched.
“Pace,” she moans, head falling against mine, breath panting against my lips.
“Kiss me, baby,” I command, fingers sinking deeper into her hips.
That sweet mouth sealing to mine is an answer to all the questions. All the thoughts I had just days ago about being alone up here. About being alone forever. I don’t have to be alone or drown in my grief and guilt. I can be happy with someone. I can have happiness despite so much sadness.
Cradling her close, I lose track of time as we make love. Our mouths stay hungry, our hands searching, learning each other. After she comes the first time, I take over, pinning her beneath me. Gathering her hands above her head, I tie them again, wanting to have more control of her. She gives it to me because she understands my needs. Just the way I understand hers.
“Mine,” I whisper against her mouth as I move into her, the bed thumping rhythmically against the wall. “You’re mine, sweetheart. Say it. Let me hear it, Piper. Tell me you belong to me,” I growl before I nip at her lip. Piper cries out as another orgasm builds inside her. I stop move, stop working to get here there and she whimpers.
“Yes, honey. Yes, Iam. I want to be. Iam yours, I promise.”
“Fuck, that’s it. Say it again. Say it again, baby,” I plead, rocking my hips faster, pushing deeper, harder, overcome withneed.
“Pace, I am. You’re mine too. Say it for me too, honey,” she demands.
“Yes, baby, I am. All fucking yours. Prove it, make me cum inside your tight little pussy. Go ahead, choke my cock.... ah, fuck, that’s it.”
Crying out together, she does as I command and makes me come. I refuse to pull out of her. Not ready to let the connection go. I smack her ass when she tries to move, mumbling about her weight on me. I want her weight on me, beside me, cradled close for the rest of my fucking life.
