Page 110 of Holding Penalty

“Vaughn, get over here!” Hayden calls from across the living room. “We’re having a history debate and need you to weigh in.”

Some of the stress washes away from Vaughn’s expression. Interest lights up his eyes. Vaughn’s a big-time history nerd. I’m not sure if Hayden and his conversation group were actually having a history debate or if Hayden just knew exactly what to say to Vaughn to distract him from the bad mood he’s in. Hayden has a sixth sense about how to do that.

When Vaughn steps away, I try to find Piper in the crowd. I see her just as she’s bending over to pick something up from the floor, and her tight jeans frame the heart shape of her ass in just the right way to saw through the last of my self-restraint.

I need to get her out of this house right now, and more importantly, out of those jeans.

I find Cooper mixing a couple drinks. I put my hand on his shoulder. “You’re in charge while I’m gone. Piper and I have to …” My brain reaches for an excuse. “Go get some extra trash bags.”

Cooper’s eyebrows knit. “Now? Both of you?”

“Yeah. The cans are filling up. And … she has a particular kind she likes that I always have trouble finding. And I have to drive because I haven’t been drinking.”

Damn. Good fucking work, brain. I really didn’t expect I’d be able to come up with a halfway plausible excuse.

The skepticism in Cooper’s eyes tells me it’s still only halfway plausible, though. But he just shrugs. “Sure, all good. I wasn’t planning on leaving soon.”

I approach Piper from behind. “Come with me,” I rasp into her ear, and the low heat in my voice is suggestion enough.

She follows eagerly as I lead her out the front door by the hand, and into my truck. Everyone on the front lawn is too wrapped up in having a good time to throw any questioning glances our way as I start it up and pull out onto the road.

The sky is a mellow, inky dark blue as we drive away from the house. The sunlight is just a thin strip of pale yellow on the far end of the horizon. Plenty of places to park this truck and not be disturbed at this time of evening.

I pull onto a dusty side road. We’ll have plenty of privacy here.

As soon as the engine is cut, I reach over and unhook Piper’s seatbelt, then plant my hands on her hips and lift her onto my lap.

“I love these jeans,” I say, running my palms up and down her legs while I kiss her neck. “But I really hate the fact that you’re wearing them right now.”

“Easily solved,” she murmurs, nipping at my ear.

Laughter bounces around the cabin as we have to shift and contort into all kinds of positions while I try to tug the tight jeans off her legs.

Once they’re finally off, the rest of our clothes don’t last long. Finally, she’s back on my lap, our bare skin pressed together, and my cock is throbbing against her slick opening as her legs straddle me.

I groan around the taut nipple that I’ve just tugged into my mouth. Hot tension is curling through my balls, and the wet warmth of her pussy has my stiff length tingling with want from base to tip.

Piper tilts her hips, grinding herself against me. The rush of pleasure and the stab of need to be inside her make me suck on her nipple harder, flicking the sensitive nub with the tip of my tongue. A tremor passes through her body as a moan escapes her lips, and I feel the movement against the sensitive head of my cock again.

“Fuck, Piper. You’re about to make me come before I’m even inside of you.”

A grin tilts her lips. It makes me want to bite them. “I kind of don’t hate that idea,” she teases. “I’d have something to brag about.”

“Well, let’s put that on the to-do list, baby, because I do hate the idea of not fucking you right now.”

I grab two greedy handfuls of her ass and lift her, lining her opening up with my cock. “Ready?” I ask, my throat clogged with lust and want.

“Hurry up already,” she moans impatiently.

I drop her onto me. Pleasure bursts through me as I enter her, slick heat coating every inch of my aching-hard dick. I rumble a groan of relief into her messy hair that feathers against me as she whimpers into my ear.

The round curve of her ass feels like pure bliss in my hands. I don’t let go of it, using the leverage to bounce her on my cock.

“Nash,” she moans, and pride beats behind my chest hearing the ring of ecstasy in her voice.

I make sure she takes all of me, lifting her so that the leaking tip of my cock brushes her slit, then bringing her all the way down until I’m filling her to the hilt.

A pulsing throb of heat grows at the base of my balls. My chest hitches with groans and curses each time Piper’s unbelievably perfect pussy slides down the length of me. With each bounce, my cock grows more sensitive, the pleasure streaking through me already making me press my eyes tight.