Piper

I haven’t heard from West since I slipped up and texted something stupid. Maybe he’s mad at me, or maybe he’s just busy, but it’s not like him to ignore me. I’m the one who takes forever to respond and has trouble finding the courage to type out what I’m feeling. Not him. He’s full of confidence and sexy replies.

I’m afraid of how much I think about you.

Why did I say it? It’s too much, too soon, and I had no business saying it in the first place.

But I can’t help what I feel. From the second I saw him, I was screwed.

Cannon bounds up the stairs, and I don’t hear him until he tosses his briefcase on the floor by the fridge.

“Hey, beautiful,” he says as he wraps his arms around me from behind. “The house looks great.”

“You’re late,” I tell him. “I wanted everything to be perfect. Now, you’ll be rushing around, making a mess.”

“You’re perfect,” he whispers into my hair. “And you smell good.”

He nibbles on my neck, his favorite spot to kiss besides my lips. I always get chills when he hits the sensitive spot near my ear.

“This isn’t going to make up for it, Cannon.”

But it will; he knows it. Nothing about his kisses are ever rushed—not even now, when we’re pressed for time.

“I need a quick shower. I’ll be fast,” he says.

“It’s okay. You have some time. I was just worried I’d have to entertain them both until you got here.”

West, I can handle, but Tilly…Tilly’s intimidating. Unless we’re making plans to meet, I never know what to say to her, and I can never tell what she’s thinking.

“You can always join me, you know.”

I love playing in the shower, and my thoughts automatically drift to West and what it’d be like to be naked and wet with him. The master bedroom is the only place Cannon said was off-limits. And I agree with him; that’s ours. What happens behind that door belongs to us and only us.

The shower though? I like those possibilities.

“Another day, I promise,” I tell Cannon.

He swats my ass and heads for the bathroom.

I could feel how hard he was the entire time he was holding me. Only I’m not sure if that was because of me or if he’s already thinking about Tilly.

Not even ten minutes later, the doorbell rings, and Cannon’s still in the bedroom.

They’re early.

Instead of answering, I run back down the hallway and open the door to the bedroom. Cannon’s fixing his hair in the mirror, dressed in a pair of shorts and a T-shirt.

“What’s wrong?” he asks when he sees the panic on my face.

“They’re here.”

“Cool. I’ll be right out.”

“I didn’t let them in yet,” I tell him in a rush. “Hurry up.”

Laughing, he grabs my hand and says, “Babe, you can’t leave them outside. Come on.”

Before he opens the door, I wrap my arms around his waist and press my cheek in the center of his back. The hotel was one thing, but inviting West and Tilly into our home takes swinging to a different level. What is already personal is becoming even more intimate.

Cannon places his hand on top of mine and squeezes. “We’re fine, Pipes. No worries.”

“Okay,” I whisper as I let go.

When the door opens, Tilly’s beaming, and West has his nose buried in his phone. Mine vibrates in my pocket the same time he lifts his head and smirks.

I glance at my screen and have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. If I do, I will give away the secret.

West: Relax, and let me in. My dick’s hard, and my fingers are ready.

Piper: Crude as ever. Welcome.

He reads my response and stuffs his phone in his pocket. Cannon and Tilly are already in their own world, not paying attention to us or our texting.

“After you,” West says, letting me lead the way.

I pick the kitchen since Tilly and Cannon stop in the living room.

Nerves are bubbling in my throat, and that rush of adrenaline I get whenever I see West is making my chest tight. “Do you want a drink? Or something to eat?”

“I’m good,” he says. He’s staring out the sliding glass door toward the beach—our beach. “This is a nice place.”

“Thanks. It’s all Cannon though. I’m not working right now. Not until I find a new teaching position.”

West turns around, and his eyes suddenly narrow. “Fuck,” he whispers.

“What?”

He’s not mad. Actually, I can’t figure out what he is. But I’ve never seen this look before. It makes me ache.

“You’re a teacher?”

“Since I graduated college. I worked with kids with autism. Middle school aged.”

He closes his eyes and nods. When he opens them, he takes two steps and hesitates again. “Do you know how many teacher fantasies I’ve had over the years?”

When he finally gets to me, he places his hands on my hips and grinds my pelvis against his cock. The friction makes me gasp.

“I was already going to fuck you until you screamed. But now? Now, I think you’ll have to punish me first, Piper.”

I grab two fistfuls of his shirt and hold on. “You want detention?”

“If detention is code for your pussy, then yes. I want a month’s worth.”

I look away from him, and he reaches for my chin.

“What?” he asks. “Not feeling it tonight?”

“No, I mean, I’m feeling you. I’m always feeling you. That’s the problem. I actually wasn’t sure how tonight would go because I thought you were mad at me.”

He picks me up and sets me on the island, spreading my legs so that he can stand in between them. “Why would I be mad?”

“The text I sent. You never replied, and I know you mentioned before that feelings couldn’t be a part of what we were doing. That text was full of feelings.”

He cups my cheek and wraps his fingers around the back of my neck. For a few seconds, all he does is stare at me. And then he takes a deep breath, and he says, “Those aren’t feelings, Piper. That text was reality. And I don’t think there’s anything we can do about it.”

I can’t wrap my mind around the fact that he might spend just as much time thinking about me as I do him. That’s exactly what he’s saying though, and I don’t know what to do with the information.

“West,” I whisper, wishing he would kiss me and tell me that what we’re feeling is okay.

But all he says is, “Piper,” in an equally calm voice.

He leaves too much space for my imagination to run wild. Space that I need him to fill with his thoughts and his body.

When I don’t say anything back, he grips my thighs and pulls me to the very edge of the counter. Then, he picks me up and carries me down the hallway. “Tell me which room. I need to be inside you.”

“Last door on the left. It’s a spare bedroom.”

He doesn’t bother turning the light on, just tosses me in the center of the bed and hovers over me. I slide my hands underneath his shirt, needing to feel his skin. He reaches behind his head and pulls it off with one hand. West undressing is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.

“Get those clothes off,” he tells me. “I want to see your gorgeous tits.”

After I shimmy out of my shorts, I pull my tank top over my head and unclasp my bra. His eyes never leave mine until I’m completely naked. Only then does he let them roam. Torturously slow.

“Touch me, West. Please.”

“You want to feel me?” he says through clenched teeth.

And then he flips me to my stomach and grabs my hips until my ass is in the air, and my cheek is pressed against the mattress. I hear the rip of the foil packet.

“We’ll play, Piper. But I need you first. Hard and fast, just like this.”

And then he sticks two fingers in my warmth, but I’m so ready for him, he doesn’t need to do another thing to get me there.

He feels it, too, and pulls his fingers out. The delicious sensations disappear, but I quiet down quickly when he teases my pussy with the tip of his cock. The anticipation makes me squirm, and I try to get on all fours, but West nudges me back down.

“Stay just like this, Piper. You look fucking amazing.”

“I want to touch you,” I tell him.

“You can touch me all you want as soon as you come. For now, these are mine.”

He grabs my hands until they’re behind my back, restrained in one of his. I’m spread open, vulnerable, and so wet.

And then, without warning, the slow torture ends, and he pushes inside me with one quick thrust of his hips. I’m so full that I bite the pillow, hoping it silences my moans. But they only make West pump harder and faster.

With his free hand, he wraps my ponytail around his palm, tugging until I lift my cheek off the bed and release the pillow from my mouth.

“Let it out, Piper. I want to hear how good my dick feels.”

The door isn’t completely closed, but I can’t stop myself. I moan so loud, saying West’s name over and over. He lets go of my ponytail and presses on my clit instead. That one simple movement does me in, and my entire body shakes.

“That’s it, baby. Give me what I want.” He reaches down and squeezes my butt. “I’m going to have this ass one day. It’s too fucking perfect not to.”

“Anything,” I tell him.

And I mean it. I’ll do whatever this man wants. He can have every inch of me.

“Fuck,” he says as he flicks my clit again. “I can’t wait much longer.”

Tilly screams from somewhere in the house the same time my body explodes beneath West. My pussy clenches him so hard; he lets go of my hands and grabs my ass again. Digging his fingers into my skin, he comes hard inside me.

His warm breath flutters across my back, and he kisses his way to my neck. He sucks so hard, I can barely breathe.

“You ready to play?” he asks.

“I might need another minute.”

“What you need is my mouth.” And then West flips me over, places my legs on his shoulders, and dives back in—this time, with his tongue.