Page 124 of Fourth Point Of Contact

“Don’t let go,” she whispered.

I didn’t understand what she meant, but I didn’t question another thing as my cock exploded inside her, spilling my cum as she rocked against me, crying out as her own orgasm rushed through her. Breathing hard, I kissed her again and again, unable to stop until she slumped against me.

When I laid down, she rested on my chest, not even bothering to move. And since I liked the feel of her heartbeat against mine, I didn’t say a thing. Not that this would become a habit. It was just fucking, after all. But we were both comfortable, so there was no point in moving.

That’s what I told myself as we both drifted off to sleep.

28

PIPER

I rolledover in bed and groaned as my head pounded. I was so hungover, and no amount of greasy food would make this better. A cup was shoved under my nose and the delicious smell of coffee filtered through my senses.

“Mmm.” I sat up, wiping the sleep from my eyes as Patrick smirked at me as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Morning.”

“Good morning, beautiful,” he grinned, leaning over to press a kiss to my lips. “I figured you could use this.”

I wrapped my hand around the warmth of the mug and sighed dreamily. “This is perfect.”

“Mom’s downstairs cooking up a storm. God forbid a female guest of mine isn’t feeling good,” he huffed.

“Well, that’s what I’m here for, right? To convince her that I’m the one for you and she has nothing to worry about?”

“Yeah, but could you be a little less convincing?” he muttered. “You’re doing too good of a job.”

I snorted at that. “I told you I was a pro with parents.”

“How many parents have you done this to?”

I shrugged, but in reality, I’d never tricked a parent. I just happened to like hanging out with them. When you didn’t have parents growing up—well, when they were unreliable like myparents—you tended to gravitate toward them just to see what the big deal was.

“I don’t trick parents. I just like talking to them.”

“Why?” I nearly laughed at the incredulity on his face.

“Because they’re interesting. They have all these stories from a different time.”

“You mean,I walked two miles to school in the snow uphill both ways.”

“Hey, it could have happened,” I chuckled. “Maybe the kids back then had to take different routes home and that’s how it was uphill both ways.”

“Right. I totally buy that.”

It didn’t matter if he did or didn’t. I found the older generations fascinating, and I generally gravitated toward them out of the sheer desire to soak up all the stories they had.

“So, what’s on the agenda for today?”

“I’m not really sure,” he frowned. “I suppose we’ll have to stick around the house most of the time. There’s not a whole lot to do here like there is in New York.”

“True. Maybe you should have brought her to me. Then I could have taken her around the city while you lounged in my apartment and watched your cow porn.”

He pinched my nipple in retaliation, kissing me when I yelped in protest. “I don’t watch cow porn, and if I did, it would only be to amuse you.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, but I’m not sure I ever want to see that.”

“Don’t knock it till you try it.”

“And have you tried it?” I asked as the air thickened around us. His lips were just a breath from mine, and I found myself willing to throw the coffee to the ground and make a mess to clean up if only he would slide between my legs and remind me of how good last night was.

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