Piper forces her way into my mouth, her tongue slipping inside and tangling around mine. The kiss is wild as she lets her feelings overwhelm her. She sucks my tongue into her mouth, moaning against my lips. Her hands clutch my chest, fisting my hoodie. I drag one hand up her back and hide it in her hair, my fingers threading through her locks. She’s so fucking sexy, I feel like I’m losing my mind any time I get to touch her. She’s the only one who has this effect on me.
“I’ve been so angry with you,” she coos as I help her take off her jacket and toss it aside. “So fucking angry, Hunter.”
“Oh, baby, I know.” I grab her hair in my fist, pulling her head so it bobs back. Then I press my lips to her throat. I lick and suck, teasing her skin with my tongue. When I reach her collarbone, I suck hard, leaving a big hickey. “I’m sorry for making you upset. The last thing I wanted was for you to see me with Amelia like that. You didn’t deserve it, not a fucking second of it…”
I free her hair, and Piper cups my face with her hands, staring down at me. “Make sure to set boundaries…and make sure your ex-wife knows about them. I won’t tolerate something like that again. Am I clear?”
My lips break into a smile. I’ve never seen this possessive side of her before. And it fucking turns me on.
“You’re more than clear.” I put my hands on her legs and slide them under her dress until I touch her panties. She’s a fucking mess for me. “Fuck me, baby…ride my fucking dick like only you can.”
“You have no idea what I’m going to do to you,” she says breathlessly. She hoists herself up, hovering over me as I pull my dick out of my jeans. Taking a condom from my pocket, I tear the wrapper and cover my cock.
Piper lowers herself down, taking my dick inside her. I groan, enjoying the feeling of her warm pussy around me. So fucking good. She fucks me slowly, her hands winding around my neck. I fill my palms with her ass, deepening her movements. We maintain eye contact, and a smile ghosts over my lips. I’ve never been this comfortable with a woman during sex.
Watching her take me is one of my favorite things to do. Her emotions are written all over her face, and they are so easy to read. I have no doubt she loves our sex, and she has an orgasm every time. All the sounds she makes, her panting and deep sighs…I love it.
“Fuck, baby,” I growl as she rotates her hips and speeds up her movements. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Your dick makes me feel so full…so full, I’m ready to explode…”
Gliding my hands up her sides, I pull her dress down. Her breasts in a black lacy bra are the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen, but I love her bare tits even more.
“Oh God, Hunter,” she whispers as I palm her breasts and lower her bra. I lean forward, kissing her puckered nipples and taking one into my mouth, grazing my teeth over it. “I’m so close…so close…”
Piper rides my cock, both hands on my chest. Her tits bounce in my face, and my mouth waters. She’s fucking impeccable. I lift my hips to bury myself inside her. She fucks me slow, and my release builds inside me. I love being in control, always. But with her? I have no idea what’s going on in my brain, but I’m ready to be on my fucking knees day and night if she says she wants it.
Her moans are loud, and the car rocks in time with her riding my dick. More and more, and I lose myself in her. No one exists in the world except us; no one matters except her. She’s the only one I want…the only one who makes my heart beat faster, my dick harder, and my mind hazy. She feels so good in my arms that an idea pops into my head, one I haven’t had in years.
What if I can have what I’ve craved for so long? What if—
“Oh my God,” Piper gasps, ripping me out of my thoughts. Her insides tighten around my dick, and she comes with her mouth on mine. Ravishing her lips, I kiss her back, not allowing her to stop. She moves frantically, and my release swims from my head to my toes. I can’t think about anything else anymore…only her.
“Will you stay with me a little bit longer?” I ask, gazing into her beautiful eyes.
Piper takes a deep breath, pressing her forehead to mine. “I’m not leaving this car without sucking you off, Mr. Hale.”
“I love the sound of that.”
“I’m sure you do,” she purrs, kissing me slowly as I wrap my arms around her waist. “You love everything about me.”
I lean away, holding her gaze. “I do. I love everything about you,” I whisper, drawing her closer and covering her lips with mine.
“How was your night?” Amelia asks, pressing a mug to her lips. We’re sitting in the kitchen. Story is still sound asleep in her room.
I shrug, taking a sip of my morning coffee. “Good.”
“How was the sex?”
“Orgasmic.”
My ex-wife snorts. “You never cease to amaze me, Hunter. I’m glad to know I was right about you.”
“You thought I’d fuck someone as soon as our divorce finalized. It took me way longer,” I tell her, “but now I realize that was a mistake. You were living your life to the fullest, while I was depriving myself of something I love.”
“Sex?” Amelia smiles, setting her mug on the table. “Damn, Hale, you’re something else. You wanted to get laid so badly you left the house in the middle of the night?”
“We all go a little mad sometimes, Amelia.”
“We do.” She stands up from the table and pats my back. “For the people we love.”
Shaking my head, I stand up too. “You’re making assumptions. As usual.”
“There’s something you always forget, Hunter.” Amelia hands me her empty mug. “I know you.”
“Because we spent eight years together?”
She sighs, looking me in the eyes. “No, honey, because we slept together. You’re most vulnerable when you’re on the edge of your release. Even if you don’t want to admit it.”
“Daddy!” Story squeals in delight, running over to me. I catch her in my arms and lift her up. “He’s so beautiful.”
“You like him?” I ask, smiling.
“He’s the most beautiful kitten I’ve ever seen,” she murmurs, pressing her palms to my cheeks. “You’re the best.”
“Just your dad?” Amelia steps into view with a little black kitten in her arms. His yellow eyes are focused on us.
“No, you too,” Story says cheerfully. “I have the best mom and dad in the world.”
“We’re a work in progress, sweetie. We’re still learning how to coexist,” my ex-wife mutters. “But for you? We’ll move mountains. Together.”
I lock eyes with her and nod. She’s completely right. And it’s been easier to deal with her. She doesn’t irritate me like she used to. I’m calmer, and I’m even having fun spending time with her and Story—not something I expected to happen when I first agreed to let her stay here.
We spent most of the evening looking after Story’s new kitten, playing with him and making sure he knows where his litterbox is. For some reason, my daughter says she doesn’t know what to name him, that she needs time to figure it out.
I’m in the kitchen getting Story a glass of water when my phone dings. I pull it out of my pocket and run my fingers through my hair, my fingertips itching. I want to answer her…I do. But I also want to prove to myself that two days ago, in the car, when I told her I loved everything about her, was just a moment of weakness. A slipup.
PIPER:
Does Story like her new kitten?
Clenching my jaw, I swipe away her message and pocket my phone. I’ll answer her later. Maybe tomorrow. Or maybe I can keep my distance till Story’s birthday party. It’s in two days, so I can talk to her then. Yeah, I totally can.
I pour some water into a glass and head back to the living room. I feel weird, but I decide to ignore it. As soon as she’s back in my house, I’ll figure out what it all means.
