Chapter 25
Nikki
“You wanna go to Weston with me tomorrow?”
I kicked off my shoes and started taking off my uniform. I had just worked a six-day stretch at work and was ready for two days off. “I don’t care what we do tomorrow. It’s finally my day off so as long as it doesn’t involve going to the diner, I’m good.” I shimmied my skirt down my hips and stepped out of it as I pulled my shirt over my head. “Wren is there, right?”
Pipe wrapped me up in his arms and pressed me against the door. “I really can’t talk about shit when you’re standing there in nothing but your sexy as hell panties.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I would have thought you would have been sick of me by now.”
“That shit ain’t never going to happen, sugar. You can never get tired of an angel.”
“I am far from an angel, Pipe,” I laughed. “I’m pretty sure Bos was ready to fire me today after I dropped a full pot of coffee on the floor.”
“Bos can kick rocks for all I care.”
“Are you going to answer my question about Wren being at the clubhouse?” I asked.
“She got there two days ago. I haven’t seen her yet. I talked to Wrecker today, and he said things are going fine. He mentioned something about a party tomorrow night, and I thought we could head down there for the night.”
I tapped my chin, pretending to think about it. “Well, I guess we can go there. Alice did want us to come over and watch a movie with her tomorrow.”
“Fuck that,” Pipe scoffed. “If she wants to hang out with you, then she’s going to have to come to the clubhouse with us.”
“Really?” I asked, shocked.
“Yeah,” he muttered. “Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered. His hands went to my ass, he lifted me up, and my legs went around his waist.
“She can come with?”
“Sugar, didn’t I just say that she could?” Pipe walked backwards a few steps, turned around, and headed toward the kitchen. I thought for sure he was headed to the bedroom, but instead, he pulled out a kitchen chair and sat down. “You’re gonna ride me, right here.”
“Oh, well this is new,” I laughed.
“Lots of places to fuck you besides the bed, sugar. I thought we’d branch out tonight and try out the kitchen.”
“Can’t really argue with that, can I?”
“You sure fucking can’t,” he growled in my ear. He pressed searing kisses to my neck, traveling to my chin and down to my breasts. “How do you taste so good?”
“I’m pretty sure I smell like burnt toast and bacon right now, so I don’t know exactly what you’re tasting.”
His body shook under me, and a chuckle rumbled against my skin. “Such a smartass.”
I delved my fingers into his hair and pulled his head back. “So now I’m a smartass angel?”
“It works for you,” he laughed.
“You know what else works for me?”
“What’s that?”
“When you don’t have any pants on. It’s kind of hard to ride you through your jeans.”
He grabbed me around the waist, my feet slid to the floor, and I stood up. “Pants come off when I see your tits.”
“Has anyone ever told you you’re a dirty man?”
He shook his head, folded his arms over his head, and leaned back. “Only you, sugar, but I know you like it.”
“Sometimes,” I mumbled. I wasn’t exactly a fan of it when he picked me up two nights ago and proceeded to corner me in the kitchen while Bos was on his break. Pipe decided he needed to show me exactly why he liked my uniform so much. “Easy access,” he had grunted as he pounded into me from behind and I had to bite my lip as I tried to hold back the moaning or moans. The man was a menace.
“Thinking about the diner?” he asked, with a smirk spreading across his lips.
“It’s a good thing I like you because Alice gave me so much shit about that the next day. I can’t believe you couldn’t keep it in your pants until we got home.”
“You weren’t complaining then, sugar. If I recall correctly, I’m not the one who grabbed a washcloth and shoved it in their mouth to keep from screaming.”
I reached around, unhooked my bra, and let it fall down my arms. “Well, then I guess it’s payback tonight. I get to see what it takes to make you scream.”
He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. “You’re welcome to try, sugar. But I have a feeling you’re the one who’s going to be screaming while your pussy grips my dick like a vise.”
“Promises, promises,” I chided. Slipping my panties over my thighs and let them drop to the ground. “I’m gonna need your pants off. Now.”
Pipe did as I asked, his pants and boxers gone in an instant. He sat back down, stroking his dick as his eyes roamed over my body. “You’re fucking beautiful, Nikki.”
“You’re not so bad yourself, handsome.” My hands slid over my body, cupping my breasts, and squeezing my hard nipples.
“Son of a bitch,” he growled as I dropped to my knees and pushed his legs open.
I looked up, my eyes connecting with his. “Ready to scream?”
“I’m fucking ready for whatever you wanna give me, sugar.”
I licked my lips and pushed his hand away. “Allow me,” I whispered. My hand slid up and down the shaft of his rock hard cock while my other hand cupped his balls. My mouth watered as a drop of precum beaded on the tip of his dick, and I licked my lips.
“Better get that, sugar. Wouldn’t want it to go to waste.”
“So fucking dirty,” I mumbled leaning forward. My tongue swiped the cum from his dick, and Pipe’s thighs shook as a groan slipped from his lips.
“And you’re so fucking hot. I want your mouth on my dick.”
I shook my head and leaned back. “I’m calling the shots tonight, handsome.”
My hand stroked his dick up and down, and his eyes were hooded, looking down at me. “As long as you don’t stop touching me, I’m good with whatever you have planned for me.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” My hand sped up, watching as his dick grew longer and harder. “God, you’re dick is fucking amazing.” Yeah, I said it, and I wasn’t ashamed to admit it. I’m sure that went straight to the head on his shoulders, but I had never been in awe of a dick before.
“It’s all because of you,” he gasped. His breathing was labored, and he was gripping the edge of the chair while he watched my hand.
I stopped stroking his dick and ran my hands over his bare thighs. “It’s all mine?” I asked as I leaned forward, my lips above his dick. “This is only for me?” I glanced up and found his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Yours,” he panted.
His words hit my ears. Everything I wanted in one simple word.
My mouth opened. I bobbed up and down, his dick hitting the back of my throat, and I went back for more. I wanted every single piece of this man, his dick included.
He grabbed my hair, pulling it back, and held it up. “God damn, your fucking mouth is Heaven,” he grunted.
I grabbed the base of his dick and stroked up, touching where my mouth couldn’t reach. His fingers delved into my hair, gripped my head, and gently pulled my head up and down. “Tell me if it’s too much, sugar.” His hips thrust up, meeting my mouth as he pushed me down on his dick.
I laid my hands on his thighs and closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of him against my tongue. “Son of a bitch,” he groaned when he hit the back of my throat, and I gagged a bit.
My nails sunk into his thigh as I relaxed my throat and took him deeper.
“Stop,” he grunted. He pulled my head up, hooked his hands under my arms, and hauled me off the floor in one swipe.
“Stop?” I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and looked down at Pipe. I was back to straddling his lap, and his dick was pointed up between us.
“I’m coming in that sweet cunt of yours.”
I rested my hands on his shoulders and closed my eyes. “There’s my dirty man.”
“You fucking like it,” he growled. He lifted me up again, lining up his dick with my pussy. “Open your eyes. I wanna watch you while I fuck you.”
A smile spread across my lips, and I opened my eyes. “Pretty sure you can fuck me with my eyes closed.”
He shook his head and lowered me onto his dick. “I wanna make sure you only see me and know whose dick is inside you.”
I gasped and tossed my head back. “God,” I moaned.
“Just call me Pipe, sugar.” His hands gripped my ass, and he lifted me up, leaving just the tip inside me. “Or you can always call me Derek.”
“Derek?” I tilted my head down and looked him in the eye. “Did you just tell me what your name is? In the middle of sex?”
He pressed a kiss to my lips. “Figured it was a good time,” he mumbled against me.
“Does this mean I call you Derek now?”
He shook his head. “No. Or you can, but not when anyone else is around.”
“Hmm, I guess I accept that.”
He lifted me up again and hammered into me. “Good,” he grunted.
“Oh, my God,” I moaned. I buried my face in his neck and bit down on his shoulder.
“Son of a bitch, Nikki.”
I pressed kisses up his neck, and my gaze fell on the window. “What th—” A scream ripped from my lips, and I pushed off, falling flat on my ass. “Th-the-the window!”
Pipe jumped up and turned around just in time to see a man running down the driveway. “What the fuck!” he yelled. He grabbed his pants off the floor, hopping into them as he walked into the kitchen and reached up in the cabinet above the fridge.
“What are you—” My question was answered before I even got the words out.
Pipe pulled down a gun, slammed the cabinet shut, and pointed at me. “Lock the door, call nine-one-one, and get dressed. Don’t move.” He was out the door in only a pair of jeans and a gun in his hands, and he ran down the driveway in the same direction the man had run.
I scrambled off the floor, locked the door behind him, and pulled my phone out of my purse that I had dropped on the floor.
My hands shook as I brought up the keypad on my phone and punched in nine-one-one.
“Nine-one-one, what is your emergency?”
“Um, my boyfriend is chasing a man down the street who was watching us…”
“Watching you what, ma’am?” The dull voice on the other end asked.
“Uh, we were having sex, and some guy was watching us.”
“Can I get your address, please? I’ll get a squad dispatched to your house.”
I rattled off my address and hung up the phone after the dispatcher told me the police should be here within five minutes. I crept toward the window and looked out to see if Pipe was nearby.
My eye caught my reflection in the mirror, and I remembered the last thing Pipe had told me to do.
Get dressed.
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