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“That’s it, honey.”
“Almo—” Her fingernails dig into my biceps, and she squirms beneath me. I can’t tell if she’s trying to get closer or relieve the pressure.
“Mine,” I growl the word against her lips.
One more circle of her clit, and she’s screaming beneath me, body tightening like a violin bow, alternately pushing me away and holding me to her. Fuck, she’s beautiful. Her O-face is the most intoxicating thing I’ve ever witnessed, and I tumble after her. Spurt after spurt of cum blasts her sweet pussy. And her cunt. . . it milks me for all I’m worth. My whole body twitches as I give her everything I’ve got.
“Hurting you?” is all I can manage.
She shakes her head, chest heaving. It’s glorious. She’s glorious. My muscles start to give out because, holy hell, that was intense. Then again, our connection always has been.
I drop next to her, and she immediately curls up against my side. I press a kiss into her hair. And as we’re both drifting off into sleep, I whisper the three words, eight letters, that I’ve been chanting in my head for years.
SIX
piper
It’s dark out when I wake up, the bedroom door ajar. The bathroom light casts a warm glow across the living room. I stretch against the sheets, still warm from Hunter’s furnace-like body.
I’m deliciously sore and parched. Apparently, marathon sex takes a lot out of a girl.
I smile into the darkness, reliving all the ways he’s made me come tonight.
“What’s with all the boxes?” Hunter’s voice cuts through the quiet. “Is Heather moving out?”
Dread swamps me. I lick my lips. “No. She loves this place.”
He appears in the doorway, backlit. Shadows cling to his handsome face. “You’re moving out? When?”
There’s a pause because I’m not sure how to answer. I decide sticking to the truth is the best policy right now. The things we whispered to each other in the middle of making love might not be real in the light of day, right? He could take it all back, and then where would I be? Sore and heartbroken.
“Tomorrow.”
His brows shoot up his forehead. Then he lifts his wrist and checks his watch. “You mean today?”
“Yeah.” I feel like a bug beneath a shoe. Scared, unable to dodge what’s coming.
“Why didn’t you mention it? You know I’ll help you move.”
Oh, I know he would. My father and brothers would be right there, too, shoulder to shoulder with him. Trucks and all.
“I’m not taking much,” I say, my heart splitting. It was just supposed to be a kiss, to finally get it out of my system. But the instant my lips met his and an amazing feeling of rightness settled over me, I had to know what it felt like to be loved by him.
And boy, do I know.
“Where are you moving to?”
“LA.”
“LA?” I can see that he’s trying to work out where that is. Because surely I can’t mean a city several states away.
“Los Angeles,” I confirm, pushing the words through my lips.
“What the hell, Piper?” His massive arms come up, crossing over his chest, and he stares at me in a world of confusion. But that just makes me love him more. He’s not mad. Just confused.
I so desperately want all the things he said to be true. That I’m his, and he won’t let me go. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever.
“My cousin lives there,” I say as if that explains everything. It explains nothing. He knows it. I know it. But I wasn’t supposed to have to tell him any of this. I would just remove myself from the situation and try like hell to forget he exists.
