West

After we return from dinner, we have about twenty minutes before Piper and Cannon are set to come over. I’m hanging out in the kitchen to wait, grabbing myself a beer from the fridge. Tilly goes into the bedroom. When she finally joins me, she’s changed into her white silk bathrobe. With the kitchen light shining through it, I can see her black lace bra and matching panties.

She looks hot as fuck.

She leans against the other side of the island, the top of the robe opening to give me an eyeful of cleavage. “I spoke to my dad today.”

“Yeah?”

“He told me he asked you to buy their business.”

“He did.”

“Were you going to mention it to me?”

There’s attitude in her voice, and I’m not sure why. I also don’t know why she’s bringing this up now, minutes before Piper and Cannon are supposed to come over, or why she didn’t say a word about it at dinner.

“I planned on it,” I say. “It just kept slipping from my mind.”

“But it seems like you’ve had lots of time to think about it. Since moving here, all we’ve done is eat, work out, and fuck. So, I don’t understand why you haven’t done this one thing for me.”

There it is.

The perfect dig.

I was months into the hockey season when I was forced to retire. That meant spending most of my days at the rink, games at night, traveling the country nonstop. When all that was taken away from me, I just needed a minute. Did I take my wife somewhere exotic to celebrate? Did I turn into this romantic, loving guy, giving her all my attention?

Nah. I didn’t do any of that.

I thought about myself instead.

She deserves more than that. But there’s nothing I can do to change what I did, and there’s nothing I want to do at this point.

“If you’re trying to start a fight, Tilly, I’m not going to sit here and argue with you. But, if there’s something you want to say, I’ll listen.”

Her stare intensifies. “I want their business.”

“Then, it’s yours.”

Her shoulders drop enough to show me she feels relieved.

Why the hell is she worried that I’d say no? I’ve never said no to her in the past, nor have I ever treated her like it’s my money and not our money.

“Come here.”

“West—”

“Come here,” I say louder.

She walks over to my side of the island and halts right in front of me. I don’t pull her into my arms and hug her, trying to fix whatever the hell is eating at her. My wife doesn’t want that. She would much rather be fucked than consoled. So, I stare into her eyes to see how they’ll change when I give her the answer she wants, hoping they reveal the source of all this edge she’s carrying.

“I’ll call the attorney in the morning,” I tell her.

There’s more relief, but there’s something else, too, that I can’t quite place.

“Thank you.”

“Tilly—”

The doorbell cuts me off, and she immediately moves away to answer it.

I stay where I am and hear voices from downstairs.

“He’s up there,” Tilly says.

There are footsteps on the wooden stairs. They continue to get louder until I watch Piper enter the kitchen. She comes to the other side of the island, the same place Tilly stood until I called my wife over to me.

I don’t take my eyes off Piper as she looks around the kitchen and living room and says, “Nice house.” Her hands are on the stone countertop. She pulls them back until she reaches the edge and grips it tightly. “I tried to imagine what your place might look like.”

“And?”

“I wasn’t even close.”

That’s because this isn’t my place. This is a rental that Tilly found, and she only used half of our shit and put the rest in storage. It’s cold as hell in here, and it looks like Piper can sense that. I need to get her somewhere where I can warm her up.

I drain the rest of my beer and grab her hand, leading her toward the master bedroom. Once we are inside, I shut the door behind us and turn her, so her back is pressed against it. Her mouth opens to say something, but I stop her when I slam my lips onto hers. I hold her face, sucking in as much as I can of her. When I start reaching for her clothes, I pull away only so I can lift the shirt over her head.

“Is this your bedroom?” she asks.

I unclasp her bra with one hand and unbutton her jeans, stripping them off her legs. “Yeah.”

She looks down at me as my face hovers in front of her pussy. “Are you sure you’re okay with me being in here? It’s such a personal space. I—”

I stick my tongue on her clit and lick the entire length of it. “Does that answer your question?”

Her head goes back, and she grips my hair and tugs it, bringing me in even closer. “My God, West.”

I don’t bite. I don’t give her a finger either. I just flick my tongue back and forth over her clit. “I know you’re sore. I’ll be gentle with you tonight.”

She twists my hair and uses it to pull my face away until I look up at her. “Don’t. I want you to give me whatever you want. I can handle it.”

I growl, standing from the floor, and wrap my arms around her waist, so I can carry her to the bed. Once I set her down on the mattress, I start taking my clothes off. It’s the first cool night since I’ve been in Florida, so everything I have on is heavier than normal; therefore, it takes me longer to strip. This isn’t the night for that to happen. My need to have her is making me even more impatient than usual.

The second my boxers hit the floor, I crawl over her body and find my way to her mouth. “There are condoms on the nightstand,” I mumble against her lips.

“Don’t use one.”

“He won’t check?” I hate even asking that, but I don’t know what happens after Tilly and I leave them. For all I know, he sticks his face between her legs, searching for the scent of latex.

“No.”

I don’t hesitate before pushing my crown straight into her. When I bury my entire shaft, she closes her eyes and moans.

God, she’s fucking beautiful.

I want to pull out and do it again just so I can hear that sound, so I can see the look of pleasure across her face.

“More,” she groans. “Make it hurt, West.”

Her pussy has already taken a beating today. She doesn’t know what she’s asking for, and she will regret it when she wakes up in the morning and can’t walk. She’ll hate me then, and I’ll have to wait days until I can have her again.

I have a better idea.

I slip completely out of her and move up the bed until I reach the pillows. Then, I turn around and lean my back into the headboard. “Get over here.”

She crawls onto my lap, straddling my legs, her cunt opening just enough to take in my tip.

“I want you to ride me,” I demand. “And take as much of me as you want.” I surround one of her nipples with my teeth. I wasn’t rough with her tits earlier, so I know this is a part of her body I can torture.

She sinks a little lower and slides back up.

I press a finger onto her clit, and she lets out a drawn-out scream.

“That’s it. Tell me how it makes you feel.”

Her hips drop again, but she doesn’t take all of me. “I could come so fast.”

“Do it.”

I clench down with my teeth, her nipple between them, flicking the end with my tongue. And, with my hand, I rub the pad of my fingers across her clit, giving her all the friction she needs.

“West,” she hisses.

I release her nipple and grab a fistful of her hair, so I can guide her mouth toward mine. “Come right now, Piper.”

She glides down to my root, keeping me completely inside her, and rocks her hips back and forth just a few times. It isn’t her sounds that tell me she’s coming even though they are loud and fill my ears. It’s the way she clenches around me, her body quivering until the inside of her pussy finally releases me.

Fucking Christ.

I’ll never get used to that feeling or how wet she gets after, how she turns even warmer than when I first slipped in.

“Your turn,” she says as she wraps her arms around my shoulders, keeping her mouth close to my cheek. “I want to feel you come in me.”

“Mmm,” I roar as my hips start to move.

She doesn’t talk dirty all that often, but I love it when she does, especially when it involves my cum.

I hold her waist and navigate her the way I need, rising just enough that the air hits the bottom of my shaft and then I dip back in. I’m still gentler than normal, not using the speed or power I usually fuck her with, but she’s so tight, it doesn’t take much to get me off.

When I’m only seconds away from coming, I cup her face and put my mouth near hers. “Kiss me, Piper.”

She smashes her lips onto mine, and when I feel her tongue, I lose it. My balls tighten, my hips rock back, and I give her a final thrust, spilling right into her cunt.

“Oh God,” she moans, “I can feel you coming.”

She kisses me until I’m completely empty. Then, I lift her off me and go into the bathroom to bring her something to clean herself with. But, when I get to the sink, I see her behind me in the mirror. She’s holding her tits, like she’s trying to cover them up.

I get a washcloth and wet it, and then I turn around to face her. “You don’t have to hide your nipples from me, Piper. They were just in my mouth.”

“Tilly won’t come in here at any point?”

So, that’s why she’s suddenly acting shy.

“I locked the door,” I say. “She can’t get in.”

Her hands drop to her sides, but I can tell she still isn’t comfortable.

“What’s going on?” She glances around the room, and I wait for her attention to return to me before I say, “Piper, talk to me.”

“I don’t know. It’s just…this is the space you guys share, and it feels strange to be in here.”

“Don’t let it feel that way. I’m here with you. This isn’t about her.”

I’m only holding the cloth against her pussy, but I start moving it, separating her just enough where I can gently clean the inside of it. The friction seems to get her focus back on me.

Once I’m done, I hand her a towel to dry off with, and then I stick that and the washcloth in a drawer in my closet. I’ll deal with them in the morning when the housekeeper comes to do the laundry. The last shit I need is for Tilly to see them in the hamper and find out I didn’t use a condom with Piper.

When I return to the bed, she’s sitting at the end of it, still naked, looking cold under the ceiling fan. “How about we get dressed and get something to sip on? We can go out onto the beach until they’re done.”

“I love that idea.”

I hand her the clothes I peeled off her and put on all of my own.

When we’re both dressed, I bring her into the kitchen. “What do you like to drink?”

It’s strange as hell that I know all the different ways to make her come, but I have no idea what kind of booze she likes.

There are so many things about her that I don’t know.

I want to change that.

“Do you have any wine?”

“It’s downstairs…where they are. How about you tell me what kind you want and I’ll go grab a bottle—”

“No, it’s fine. I’ll go with you.”

I wait for her to get next to me and lead her toward the stairs that will bring us to the first floor. Down there is an entertainment room, a bar, a bedroom, and a bathroom.

When we reach the bottom of the stairs, I hear Tilly shout, “Take it, Cannon! Take this big cock in your tight little ass.”

If it weren’t Piper’s husband, I would laugh, but the look on her face tells me she’s shocked at what she’s seeing. I follow her stare to the door of the guest room, which is open. From where we stand, it gives us the perfect view of what’s happening inside.

That poor motherfucker.

Cannon’s on his knees, his hands tied to the headboard, his legs spread wide, while Tilly is kneeling behind him. She’s wearing a belt around her waist that holds a strap-on, and she’s slamming it into Cannon’s ass.

“Piper, come—”

She pulls her hand away from me as I try to move her. Her mouth hangs open, but nothing comes out of it. She glances from Cannon to me and back, the horror in her eyes telling me that what she’s seeing isn’t normal.

“You shouldn’t be watching this,” I tell her, trying again to turn her toward me. “Piper—”

“West,” she finally says, her watery gaze on me, “I…”