I watch his brain tick over, watch him connect the dots, and then his mouth curves into that smile that says,Oh, darlin’, I know exactly what you were doing in here.
I shift slightly, pushing up onto my elbows, trying to make this look less suspicious, but there’s really no good way to explain why I’m lying here, looking like I wasn’t just desperately trying to fuck myself into submission with my own hand.
He steps close, and my eyes trace the planes of his chest, drinking in the dark scatter of hair that makes him so unapologetically male. But it’s that tempting trail leading south, that taunting path of hair that disappears beneath the towel, that has my body thrumming.
He plants one knee on the mattress, and the bed dips beneath his weight as he leans in, crowding my space. He’s so close that if I just reached out, that towel would fall, leaving him bare, exposed, andmine to take. Before I can move, his hand wraps around my wrist, dragging my fingers toward his face. When I realize what he’s about to do, it’s already too late to stop him—not that I would. His eyes burn into mine as he inhales deeply. His lashes flutter slightly, and Jesus fucking Christ, Ifeelthe moment it hits him. His grip tightens, and I watch as he pulls the scent of my arousal into his lungs like it’s his next breath.
“Good girl.”
Kink unlocked.
Core wrecked.
Soul left the chat.
“Now do it again.”
Then, just like that, he releases me and stands back up like he didn’t just fundamentally alter my brain chemistry. He reaches for the door without looking back and disappears, leaving me here like the mess I am.
Yeah, there’s no way I’m leaving this farm without knowing how he feels inside me.
I’ll make him mine.
Or I’ll break him trying.
Chapter 14
Christian
I wasawake today before the ass crack of dawn. Sleep was never an option—not with the beauty in the room next door. The same woman who got herself off while I was in the shower, fisting my cock under the scalding spray, biting my lip bloody just to keep from groaning her name. The woman whose scent is now seared into my memory after I inhaled it from her cum-covered fingers.
The moment I stepped through that bedroom door, I knew. Her body language screamed guilt, and that delicious flush creeping down her neck stood out stark against her pale skin and the onyx waves framing her face. The scent of sex was everywhere, so intoxicating that every instinct in me screamed to drop to my knees, spread her thighs apart, and lick her clean. I wanted to taste her, own her—fucking drown in her.
I’ve never bothered hiding how much I want Piper. I tried—God knows I tried—but my eyes always linger too long, and my body always gravitates too close, with the bitter knowledge that she’s always been entirely forbidden.
Forget that she had a relationship with my son—I’m old enough to be her father. I remember when MTV actually played music and when cell phones were bricks the size of my forearms. I should becomplaining about taxes, not fighting the violent, bone-deep urge to pin her against every available surface, rip her apart with my hands, and fuck her so hard the whole world falls away.
But every time we let this dangerous thing spark between us… it feels right. Like she was always meant to be mine, and it was written in the goddamn stars.
Wrong has never felt so perfect, and the part that should terrify me most isn’t the age gap or the complications. It’s not even the fact that I’ll be burning in hell with a first-class ticket and a drink in hand.
What terrifies me is how little I care anymore.
My moral compass isn’t just broken—it took one look at her, flipped me off, and walked the fuck away.
I’m in love with her.
There’s no point in sugarcoating it or pretending it’s anything less. It hit me like a wrecking ball straight to the chest, and I’m pretty sure it started the first time I looked into those emerald eyes. Every moment since has been building these feelings inside me, brick by dangerous brick, until they’ve formed something so damn solid I can’t ignore it anymore.
I always knew the attraction ran both ways, but now that I know she wants this just as badly as I do, I can’t bring myself to give a single damn that my asshole of a son had her first.
You don’t sleep with your son’s girlfriend. It’s one of those unwritten rules of life. It ranks right up there with not touching your brother’s ex or keeping your hands off your best friend’s sister. Which, for the record, Callan definitely didn’t do when he hooked up with Dillon’s sister back in the day.
It took Dillon forever to get over that one. So yeah, maybe the moral high ground in this family’s been shaky for a while.
But these rules are carved into the Man Code like commandments.
Do not touch.