Page 19 of Tarnished Hands

“I’m dirty, and I would hate to ruin your furniture. If someone could tell Piper I need to speak to her, that would be great.” I’m about to leave when Sailor’s voice stops me.

“She’s inside. Why don’t you tell her yourself?”

“Fucking hell, Sailor.” I look back to find Keir shaking his head at Piper’s voice.

“Piper, that’s my wife,” he scolds.

“Yeah, and? She’s my best friend and just sold me out.” Keir walks away, and Sailor holds the door open.

“Come in, please.” I don’t need to be asked twice. I step into a beautiful foyer. Their house is a brownstone and it’s incredible. I follow Sailor past neutral walls and flowers decorating tables to find Piper sitting on a couch, her boots off and her feet tucked under her ass. It takes her a moment to look at me, and when she does, she eyes me warily, not saying a word.

“I’ve been messaging you. I must have the wrong number,” I tell her.

“No, it’s the right one.” Piper shrugs.

“So, you’re choosing not to reply?”

“Yep.”

“Why?” She looks away, and I want to put my hand on her chin and force her to turn those black eyes back to me. I never want them off of me. “Why?” I ask again.

“You should go home. You’re interrupting family time.”

“I was invited in,” I remind her.

“Traitor,” she says under her breath to Sailor.

“Piper,” I say her name again, and when she doesn’t answer, I walk straight over to her until I’m in her direct line of sight. Leaning down, I eye her, and she avoids my gaze. “We can’t play this game forever.” That’s when her gaze moves back to me.

“You may be playing, but I checked out.” She smiles, and it’s one of those fuck-you smiles that lifts the corner of her mouth.

“You’re such a pretty little liar, dear,” I say, my tongue darting out and gliding over my bottom lip. Black eyes watch the action, and before she can stop me, I reach out and haul her over my shoulder.

“Bathroom is the second door on the right,” Sailor calls out.

“Put me down,” Piper growls.

“No.” I open the second door, kicking it shut with my boot and locking it behind us before blocking the door with my body. I slide her down until she’s back on her feet.

“Hello, my little hell kitten.” And before I can say anything else, she pounces.

Chapter Eleven

PIPER

My hands strike at his chest as I punch and punch him, but Ezra is big, all this solid-packed muscle. My knuckles burn, and likely will bruise, but he takes it for a minute or so before he grips both of my wrists, and tugs me into him.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he accuses, tilting his head a little closer to mine.

I should demand he let go of me and take a step back, but I’m stuck in place. Rooted as I’m plastered against his warmth. “Just sex, remember? I don’t need sex from you, so I’m good.”

“You don’t need sex from me?” He accentuates the word as his gaze drops and rolls over my body. I feel it all the way through my clothes. It’s almost burning me. Ezra moves his leg, shifting it between mine, and presses into me. I can feel him at my most sensitive part.

“Well, I’d like sex from you.”

I tilt my head back, ready to kiss him, but those beautiful, full lips don’t touch mine. They lift into that damn smirk.

He presses into me more, still holding me in place by my wrists. My entire body is heating up. The hottest area is between my legs. “Why are you avoiding me?”

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