The discovery that she’s gone braless today nearly shorts out my brain. My palm finds one full breast, and it’s perfect. More than a handful, giving me plenty to explore until my thumb drags over her nipple, drawing another one of those sounds that makes my cock stir.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about having your hands on my body.” She pants between kisses.
“Is that what you thought about yesterday when I was in the shower?”
“No.”
My hand slides to her other breast, fingers teasing her nipple until she arches into my touch.
“Tell me, Piper.”
“I was thinking about you touching yourself,” she finally admits, breathless. “Wishing you were making yourself come and thinking about me.”
“You wanna know what I imagine?” She nods as my hand finds its way to the waistband of her leggings. “Every time I get myself off, I picture how pretty you’ll look stuffed so full of my cum you’re leaking me for hours after. Last thing at night, first thing in the morning… fuck, it could be the middle of the day, and you’re all I think about.”
I slip my hand inside her leggings, past her panties, until I feel the soft brush of hair against my fingers, and then lower—Jesus fucking Christ, she’s so smooth and wet I nearly lose it right there.
“You like that idea, darlin’? Me filling this pretty little cunt until I’m all you know?”
“Please,” she whimpers, her hips trembling as she desperately presses into my hand. “I need more. Please touch me.”
“God, you beg so pretty for me.”
I drag my lips over hers as I start working her clit with my middleand forefinger, feeling it swell under my touch as she gets wetter with every stroke. My hand’s still wrapped around her throat, holding her right where I want her, drinking in every needy breath while I rut against her thigh like some desperate teenager.
“You need my fingers inside you?”
“No… Fuck no, I’m too far gone. Keep doing what you’re doing.”
I work her pussy faster, feeling her start to pulse against my fingers as I capture her mouth with mine. I’m grinding against her thigh, knowing damn well I’m about to lose it the second she breaks. She grips my shirt, crying out into my mouth, but I swallow every sound as everything builds and she starts to shatter. With one last thrust against her thigh, I groan into her mouth as I shamelessly come in my jeans just from the privilege of getting her off.
I keep touching her with whisper-soft strokes, memorizing every inch of her pussy like it’s the last thing I’ll ever learn.
“Did you… Did you just?”
“Lose it just from playing with you? Yeah, Piper. That’s what you do to me.” Her eyes go wide, and I can’t help but smirk. “You’re a goddamn dream, and touching you was always gonna get me off. How could it not when you moan like that for me?” I pull my fingers from her leggings, bring them up to my mouth, and suck them clean. “You taste like heaven, and as much as I’d love to keep you pinned against this tree until your legs give out, I need to get cleaned up. But after I’ve fed you tonight, I’m going to take you apart piece by piece until you can’t remember anything but the feeling of me inside you.”
I hold my hand out to her, and when she takes it, we don’t need words. The way her fingers lace through mine says it all.
I walk her back toward the house, releasing her hand only to place my palm at the small of her back, because I’m pretty sure I’m going to forever be addicted to touching her in any way I can.
Savannah flashes me that smirk she’s perfected over thirty years of friendship—the one that saysyou definitely just got the girl—as I reluctantly leave Piper in her hands.
She thought she’d found her person once upon a time—married him, even—but the bastard showed his true colors and bailed before my brothers and I could tear him apart. Probably for the best becausenone of us would’ve let him walk away in one piece after what he put her through. At least she got something out of that mess. She got enough cash in the divorce settlement to buy her coffee truck, build something of her own, and turn a shitty situation into something worthwhile. Now she parks it on my farm, no strings attached. Every penny she makes is hers, and I’d fight anyone who tried to change that.
Once I’m inside the house, I take off my hat, drop it on the kitchen table, and run my hands through my hair as I let out a breath.
I know I should feel guilty, or at least something that proves I have a conscience. But all I feel is her—how right touching her felt, how she melted into me like she was made just to fit against me. And I know, deep down, with a certainty I’ve never felt before, that I’m never letting her go.
Chapter 15
Piper
“Last timeI saw that smile on his face was about six months ago when he told me Callan had hired his future wife to work at the bar.” Savannah’s words snap me out of my post-orgasmic haze, making my head whip around to face her. But she just grins like she saw this coming a mile away. “Oh, come on. He was joking, but I know that smile anywhere. And something tells me you’re feeling this attraction just as hard as he is.”
I turn back toward the house, watching as Christian disappears inside, his broad shoulders tense, and his presence so damn much it still lingers in the air even after he’s gone.
“He’s something else, isn’t he?” I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper.
