Piper

Around noon, I find myself alone at home, packing for my first year of college. Every time I move or twist, I’m reminded of what happened last night with one sexy-as-sin biker.

My mind hasn’t drifted far from Cade today. There’s so much I don’t know about him, yet I’m well versed in every chiseled muscle in his body. I never imagined my first time to be with a random stranger—a man whose last name I don’t even know—but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Cade made me feel sexy and wanted, like he was taking me no matter what. Guys in my high school who began sniffing around in my direction were quickly shut down once my dad got wind of it and sent one of his flunkies to rough the guy up a bit. I was off limits, but Cade didn’t seem like he gave a shit about my dad’s rules.

“Earth to Piper,” Chloe complains on the other end of the line. “We’re you listening?”

I shake the thoughts of my night with Cade out of my mind. “Yeah, sorry. I was just—”

“Thinking about Sexy Biker again?” She giggles as she cuts me off and then playfully sniffs. “You made me proud by slutting around. How does it feel to finally be a woman?”

I shake my head and suddenly regret telling her about how I lost my virginity at Cade’s apartment last night. It’s not like I could’ve kept it a secret. She did witness me ride off with him on his bike.

“It’s hard not to think about him,” I admit. “Being with him last night was amazing.”

“You always remember your first, and you hit the jackpot in that department. At least you had someone experienced who knew what in the hell he was doing. I gave my V-card up in the tenth grade to a junior football player who barely knew which hole to stick it in. I was an idiot. I should’ve made it with an older guy, like you did.”

“At least you knew who Tommy Martin was. All I know about the man I had sex with is his name, and to tell you the truth I’m not even sure if Cade is his first or last name.”

“Are you seeing him again?” she asks. “Maybe you’ll get some details then.”

I shrug even through I know she can’t see me. “I’m not sure. We didn’t exactly exchange phone numbers. It was more like he dropped me off and said thanks for the good time.”

“Guys can be jerks sometimes. You just have to try and forget him and move on. There’s going to be plenty of available guys in college once you get there, and they won’t have a clue about who your father is.”

I readjust the ponytail that’s high on my head and shove my glasses back up my nose after zipping up the suitcase. “I’m so looking forward to getting out of this place. I won’t miss anything about this town, other than you.”

“Awe, and I’ll miss you too,” Chloe says and I can tell she’s frowning. She pauses for a beat and then tells me she’s getting a call from Greg and she’ll call me back later.

A little tinge of jealously passes through me, because I wish Cade would call me too, but I know that’s not going to happen. He never even asked for my number.

I drag my suitcase to the floor and then throw my hands on my hips as I glance around the room. There’s so much stuff in here, but none of it is coming with me. I want to start over—a clean break from this place. Taking mementos will just remind me of a past I want nothing more than to forget about.

The distinct sound of a motorcycle roaring down my quiet suburban street catches my attention and my heart flutters in my chest. My feet fly to my bedroom window in time for me to watch Cade park his bike in front of my place. He switches off the engine and swings his muscular, jean-covered leg over the bike and then heads toward my front door.

Giddy with the idea of seeing him again, I race through the house and fling open the front door. A lazy grin pulls across Cade’s face when he spots me, and continues my way with his slow swagger gait.

He shoves his blonde hair behind his ear before he steps up onto my porch and pulls me toward him without permission. His mouth devours mine and I melt into him, allowing my fingers to slide down the corded muscles in his arms.

He fists my hair as he turns us around and backs us into the house, kicking the door shut behind us. Cade lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him as he pushes me against the door. I squirm against his rough jeans—the bulge in his pants pushing against my pussy through my thin shorts and panties. Instantly, I’m wet and ready for him. I shove my hands into his hair while our tongues swirl around together, craving his body.

His hand slide up my shirt and then kneads my breast. “Show me see your tits. I’ve been thinking about them and your pussy all Goddamn day.”

The admission that he’s been thinking about me causes butterflies to go crazy in my belly. It’s nice to know I’ve been on his mind. Guys like Cade aren’t easily captivated.

He sets me down, and when my feet hit the floor, I comply with his order. I peel my shirt off my body and he bites his plump bottom lip as he stares at my naked flesh. His gaze flicks down to the tiny shorts I’m wearing and then he drops to his knees and yanks my shorts and underwear down my hips. He hitches my left leg over his shoulder and spreads my lips apart before he dives in, giving my clit thorough attention.

I fall back against the door and my hands find their way into the thick, blonde hair on his head. “Oh, God.”

My mouth drops open and it doesn’t take long before a tingle races down my spine. I grind against his tongue as I cum and scream out his name.

Cade licks his way up my body, stopping to suck each of my nipples into mouth. When he makes it to my neck, he sucks hard, no doubt purposely leaving a mark. His mouth claims mine and I taste myself. I moan as his tongue sweeps into my mouth and he peels off his riding jacket before yanking his belt open to get to the button on his jeans. My hands slide under his shirt as my fingertips trace the contours of his toned abs.

This man is so damn sexy, I can hardly stand it. Everything about him turns me on.

I lift his shirt, wanting to feel his skin on mine. Cade complies and drags it over his head. Just as Cade licked his way up my body, I lick my way down. When I’m on my knees before him, he watches me as I work his jeans down his hips. His cock springs free and I lick my lips in anticipation before I pop the head into my mouth.

I go to work taking in as much of him as I can, trying to mimic everything I’ve seen women in porn do since I’ve never done this before. His skin is salty, but I love the way it tastes.

“Fuck, yes,” Cade says in a husky voice. “Suck it.”

He leans his head back and closes his eyes as I work him, using my hand to follow behind my mouth. A few drops of cum leaks onto my tongue and I moan around his cock at the taste of him.

Cade pulls back. “Not now, baby. You can taste it later. I’m cumming inside your pussy.”

He grabs my hand, helping me up from the floor before he turns us around and leans me over the couch in our living room. The tip of his cock slides against my wet folds a few times before he slips inside of me.

“Fuck. You’re so tight.” He thrusts his hips, sinking in balls deep. “Goddamn.”

He pulls back and thrusts in again, causing me to moan as I stretch around him. This seems to excite him, because he pulls out quickly and then does it again and again until he’s going so fast that his balls smack my clit every time he’s all the way inside me. Within minutes, a familiar tingle spreads through every inch of my body and I clench my muscles tight.

“Oh, Cade. Oh, God,” I scream out.

His fingers tighten in my flesh as he grips my hips tighter. “That’s it, baby.”

An orgasm rips through me and I grip the couch.

“Ah, shit,” Cade sucks in a quick breath between his teeth before a primal growl erupts from his mouth as he cums inside me. “Fuck, yeah. Milk me dry.”

He stills inside me before he pulls out. I begin to stand up but Cade places a strong hand on my back, keeping me bent over in front of him. “Not yet.” I’m about to ask why, but I feel him slip back inside me. “Keep that shit in there. I want you pregnant—everyone will know you’re mine.”

My eyes widen at his words.

Pregnant?

I know it’s a naïve of me to admit this, but the thought of getting pregnant never crossed my mind. The desperation of losing my virginity blinded me last night to use birth control. I should be scared out of my mind, but I’m not. The idea of having Cade’s baby excites me.

Cade pulls out of me and then pulls up his pants. When he bends over to pick his shirt up off the floor, he tosses my shirt and shorts to me.

Once he’s dressed, he heads for the front door without saying a word, which pisses me off.

“You’re not staying?” My words catch him off guard, and he turns to face me.

He shoves his hair back away from his face. “I’ve got shit to do.”

My brow furrows. “I’m not some random club whore you can use anytime you get horny, Cade. If this is going to keep happening, I’m going to need more from you. You can’t just walk in here, talking about how much you’ve missed me and want to knock me up, and then walk out like I mean nothing to you.”

His lips pull into a tight line. “What do you expect me to do, Piper? I can’t just hang out in the open with the Satan’s Disciples prez’s daughter—no matter how fucking fantastic her pussy is. What we have has to stay on the low. No one can know about this. Being with you can get me killed.”

“You don’t seem to care about that fact when your dick’s hard.” I counter as I fold my arms across my chest.

The muscle in his jaw flexes. “You’re right. Fucking you has my brain twisted. I want things with you I shouldn’t. There’s no way The Mavericks will forgive this treason, and your father will fucking gut me like a fish if he finds out, yet I couldn’t stop myself from getting on my bike and riding here. How fucked up is that?”

More than anything I want to walk over to him and wrap my arms around him and tell him that was the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me, but I hold back. He’s right. This is a relationship that should’ve never happened. My father’s club and the Mavericks have been at war over territory for a long time. There’s no way Cade and I will ever work. People around us will never allow it.

I don’t want him to risk his life to be with me.

I hug myself tighter, covering my breasts with my arms. “You should leave.”

Half of me expects him to argue with me, and tell me he wants to stay—that we can figure out a way to make this work, but the other half knows it’s not realistic for that to happen.

Without another word, he opens the door and storms out and my heart crumbles in my chest.