Her hands make quick work of the other layers. She gets me out of my shirt and spreads her hands over the planes of my chest in an effort to try and touch as much of me as possible.
If that’s the game she’s trying to play…
“Here.” My cock is out long before I have time to locate a hard surface to throw her against. She locks her fingers around my length and applies just the right amount of pressure to keep me on edge.
My tongue is back in her mouth, brushing hot against hers as we tumble into a wall.
That will have to do.
Fuck, when will these insatiable feelings disappear?
I suppose that’s the point—never. I never got my fill with Piper the first time, so how could this time be different.
One could argue that it’s even worse. She gets that look in her eye, and it’s a race for me to get inside.
“So fucking hot,” she moans as I throw her up against the wall, taking down her pants and panties all in one.
I’ve been dying to spank her ass cheeks and listen to those little high-pitched whimpers that fall from her lips in response.
I get a load of her ass cheek and squeeze.
And then insert myself deep into her heat.
It’s more like fire. The kind that nobody could pay me to put out.
Piper palms the wall as I fuck her senseless, every nerve in my body filling with delight. I want her as mine. I want to own every part of her anatomy, bury myself inside of her forever without having to worry about the possibility of losing her in the future.
James Taylor is a champion. His conceitedness is why she’s still under my roof, and why I can throw her up against any wall in the house I please, and take her as hard as I want.
Passion ignites, stirring in my belly like a storm that could explode any second now. Piper’s ass cheeks clap against my stomach, recoiling. She arches around my length, desperate to fit as much of me in as possible.
She’s hot enough to fry all of my nerve endings.
“Beautiful,” I grunt, combing back her hair.
It’s like silk through my fingers—even her hair follicles have the potential for ruin.
She smells how sunshine would if it had a scent. I’m completely infatuated, and my body certainly still remembers how it felt to be in love with her. I sink into the feeling, into the nostalgia, into the memory of us knowing each other the first time around, and let that storm inside of me explode.
Not even God could heal me from the sound of her moans.
I find her special bundle of nerves and feel her walls pulsate with every circle I do around the area. Her breath hitches, and she crashes into the wall, overcome with just as much feeling as I am.
I reach for her and wipe sweaty hair from her face to search her eyes. They’re still half-rolled to the back of her head.
Sex with Piper normally straightens me out, and has me acting semi-normal again. But tonight I decide to blurt out something stupid.
“If it was up to me, you and Sonny would be staying under my roof forever.”
25
PIPER
Okay.What the actual fuck was that comment, and why am I smiling like a lovesick teenager at stupid o’clock in the morning?
I woke up two hours early this morning, and spent that time staring at the ceiling, deciphering what Caleb meant by that comment.
If it was up to me, you and Sonny would be staying under my roof. Forever.
