To be the one who makes her feel like she’s walking on air, like nothing could ever bring her down. Because that’s the way she makes me feel.
I crush my mouth to hers, determined to show her exactly how I feel as I capture her full lower lip and suck hard. She melts into me, her soft curves molding to mine, and when she rocks her hips, my body responds instinctively, desire taking control as blood rushes to my cock.
My balls tighten and I’m instantly hard, my erection pressing painfully against my zipper as she grinds on me.
She feels so fucking good, but if we keep this up, I’m going to come in my pants.
Should’ve jerked off before you came over.
I would have if I’d known things were going to escalate so quickly.
Shitfuckdamn. What am I doing?
I didn’t come over here to pressure her. Thirty minutes ago, she was lying on her couch in pain and here I am, wishing she’d ride my dick.
Get it the fuck together, Vaughn.
“Hang on.” I pull back and surprise flickers in Piper’s eyes as I gently slide her onto the couch. “I, um, can I use your bathroom?”
“Sure.” Worry lines her brow as she straightens her Hello Kitty top, but she nods to the short hall branching off the living room. “It’s the door on the left.”
Once I’m safely inside the bathroom, I lean against the door and close my eyes.
I need to clear my head, something that’s becoming harder and harder to accomplish when Piper’s around.
The woman makes me feel all the things. Crave all the things.
For so long, my life has revolved around school, football, and the farm.
And now it revolves around your dick.
No way. I’m not in this for sex. I’m in it for Piper.
Hell, I don’t care if we ever hook up.
Your actions just now would suggest otherwise.
Fuck. I’m screwing this up.
I open my eyes and brace my hands on the sink, staring into the mirror. But it’s not the face reflected back at me that holds my attention. It’s the words written on the mirror in looping red script.
Hello, beautiful.
My chest tightens and I flash back to our conversation at the brewery.
The words are a self-affirmation. A reminder to love herself.
I straighten. There are some things you need to learn for yourself. Things that have to come from within to hold meaning, and though this is one of them, I’ll be damned if she’s not going to hear the words aloud.
Every day, if that’s what it takes for her to see herself the way I do.
Piper is beautiful, but she’s so much more than her appearance. She’s smart and funny. Kind and compassionate. Strong and resilient.
Piper is mine.
She just doesn’t know it yet.
When I return to the living room, Piper’s right where I left her, and when I drop down beside her and pull her into my arms, she smiles, the worry in her eyes dissipating.
