Piper’s lips are soft and taste like peaches. I suck on her bottom lip, nibbling and urging her to open her mouth for me. Her hands land on my knees as she tries to find balance, and my skin ignites as my blood runs hot through my veins. I feel drunk; my head starts to spin when her tongue brushes mine.
This kiss is nowhere near gentle. It’s raw and full of longing, and it’s sweeter than my favorite chocolate bar. My fingers weave through her hair, and I groan when her tongue slowly twirls around mine. My dick strains against my jeans, and my desire to see it deep inside her pussy pushes me way past my limits. I glide my lips over her cheek and inch toward her ear.
“Get comfortable. Lean your back against the booth. Now,” I command.
Once those words leave my mouth, I scoot away from her and stand up. I’m risking ruining the mood, but I don’t want anyone to see what I’m going to do to her. No one is watching us right now, and the booth we’re in is pretty dark and secluded, but that doesn’t mean no one could notice. And that’s the last thing I want. Her fucking pussy is mine.
I plop down in the booth and slide over to her, driving her to scoot over a little more. Leaning my side against the booth, I catch Piper’s heated gaze. Her parted lips and disheveled hair make her look even more beautiful. She’s perfect, and I can’t wait to get her alone, as far away from this place and all these people as possible. But not yet.
I kiss her bare shoulder, and she shudders. I smirk and ease closer to her ear.
“Spread your legs for me, Piper.”
She holds my gaze. I know she wants it, and I can only hope she’ll go for it. She exhales loudly and sets her legs wide. “Like this?”
“Good girl,” I tell her, and her whole body trembles.
I put my hand on her thigh and move it higher until it reaches her panties. It only takes one second to notice how wet she is, and it sends me spiraling. So fucking wet for me. I massage her clit through her silky panties. Once, twice, I move my fingers in circles, and a quiet moan reaches my ears. Perfection.
I grab her leg and hook it over my knee, spreading her wide open for me. My hand drifts back under the hem of her dress, and then I push her panties aside. Piper digs her fingernails into the seat as I press my finger to her clit. I rub her sweet spot between my fingers, lowering my mouth to her shoulder and caressing her skin with my lips and my tongue. Her perfume mixes with the smell of her arousal, driving me wild, and I’m not sure how long it’ll be before my own release. A fucking minute?
“Does that feel good?” I ask, sucking her earlobe into my mouth.
“Yes.” Her voice cracks, and she starts to rotate her hips, meeting my fingers. “I’m so close…make me come, Hunter…”
As if she needs to ask me twice. I run my hand down her folds, plunging two fingers inside her and pressing my thumb to her clit. Fucking her pussy with my fingers, I continue to stimulate her clit, barreling her closer and closer to her orgasm. It hits her suddenly and strongly, and she pinches her brows and bites her bottom lip to stifle any sounds. Her walls squeeze around my fingers, and a satisfied grin forms on my lips. I just made her come…in a club full of people…with my brother singing on the stage. Is this wrong? Most definitely. Do I regret it? Not even a little bit.
I take my fingers out of her and fix her panties. Piper watches me, her hooded eyes glued to my face. Slowly, I put my fingers in my mouth and suck them clean. Her gaze darkens as she sits up straight, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I can’t help but smile, and a lopsided grin dances across her lips in return. I drop my head and steal a quick kiss.
“I can’t stay away from you…even if I try,” I confess, holding her gaze.
“I never said you should,” Piper murmurs. Then she freezes with her lips parted slightly. “It’s the last song. They’re almost done.”
“So you’re that kind of fan,” I state, resting back against the booth.
“I’m a loyal friend, Hunter, and I’m very supportive of my people.”
“So you not joining my family after the game was exactly what I thought it was. You don’t support me.”
“I was actually cheering for you, just like everyone else. I wanted to see you score, and you did. I wanted to see you win, and you did. I just didn’t want to be there because of your words. You said I was just the nanny, that I should know my place.” She licks her lips, glancing at the stage. “I did as you told me.”
“Do you always do as you’re told?”
“You’ve yet to find out.” Piper puts her hand on my knee and brings her lips to mine. “I can be very different.”
“Oh, I noticed that,” I say, grabbing her hand and laying it on my hard dick. “I can be very different as well.”
Her cheeks tinge red, and my gaze zeroes in on the pulsating vein in her neck. The way she reacts to me stirs so many different emotions within me, making me thick with longing. It’s crazy, and I’m not sure what I can do to get rid of it. Except fuck her senseless, but even that won’t be enough.
“Will you stay?” she asks, and I jerk my head no. I came to hear my brother’s band play. I never planned to stay longer or hang out with Hayden and his buddies. Piper moves away from me and looks around the place. “I expected that answer. You’re so predictable.”
“I’m too old for this shit, Piper.”
She rolls her eyes and fixes her dress, heaving a sigh. “At least come with me backstage? Hade will be happy to see you.”
“Fine.”
Piper and I find our way backstage. She strolls in front of me, and I’m having a hard time keeping my hands to myself. I want her back pressed to my chest, my palms cupping her breasts and my hard dick poking her in the ass. But I restrain myself. She’s going to stay, and I’m going home. That’s it.
Opening the door of the dressing room, I let Piper go first and follow her in. She takes a few steps and throws herself at my brother, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
“You were incredible.”
“Praise from my biggest fan.” Hayden hugs her back, laughing heartily. “Love you, Pip.”
“Love you too, Hade,” she murmurs, stepping back and sneaking a glance at me. It’s her way of letting me know I should say something too. God, does she think I’m that hopeless?
“I thought my brother was talented,” I exclaim, “and I wasn’t wrong. You’re a star, Hayden. Your music will take you places. I’m a hundred percent sure of it.”
He watches me in silence, and then starts dancing like the fucking child he is. “Did you all hear that? My famous brother thinks I’m cool. Any chance I can make you repeat all that for our social media?”
“Fuck no,” I mutter, and they all start laughing.
I stay for a few more minutes, chatting with Hayden and the guys from his band, Jimmy and Bo. They’re levelheaded and respectful—not what I expected, but I only recently started to get to know my brother. It’s refreshing how different he is from the guy I knew in my youth.
“Are you sure you wanna go home? Story is with our parents.” Hayden hides his hands in his pockets once I announce I need to get going. “We’ll have fun.”
“Listen, your show was great, and I’d love to hang out with you some more, but not at a club. I feel out of place here, and I don’t want to ruin it for you. Enjoy your time with your friends and your fans.”
“You’re impossible,” he utters, draping a hand over my shoulder to give me a quick hug. “Thank you for coming, Hunter. It means way more than you think.”
“For me too.”
“Bye, Hunter.” Piper appears out of nowhere, like a fucking genie from a bottle. “See you tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow, Piper.” I echo her, shifting uncomfortably, because just the sight of her brings my dick back to life. My gaze falls on Bo, the drummer, as he stands close to her. “Bye, Bo. It was nice to meet you.”
“You too.” We shake hands, and he wanders away, joining Jimmy on the couch. Since there’s nothing left for me to do, I place my hand on the doorknob. I’m very close to opening it when I feel her presence behind me.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay?”
Looking over my shoulder, I meet her gaze and shake my head no. “Are you sure you want to stay?”
“Hayden will be upset if I go.” Who cares? He’s not her boyfriend.
“See you tomorrow then.” I push the door open.
“Do you remember the hickey on my neck?” Her words halt me in my tracks; my back tenses. I keep my eyes focused on the wall ahead of me. “Bo did it.”
My head whips back before I have time to think. Her gaze is full of fire as she stares at me with a smile ghosting at the corners of her mouth. She let me know what my brother’s bandmate thinks of her. What he did to her. Fucking carnal knowledge, that’s what it is. My jealousy blinds me again, but this time I refuse to give in.
Two can play that game, Piper.
“Good night, Piper.” With that, I stalk down the hallway and head straight to the exit. I’m not some boy who will run after her and do whatever she wants. That’s not how this is going to work.
