Page 32 of Wrecked
He shuddered and groaned, low and long. “Gonna come, sweet girl. You don’t want me to fill your mouth, pull back.”
She never swallowed, but she wanted to now, for Cole, and let him know by increasing her suction and speed.
He hissed and tightened his grip on her hair, tilting her head back so her gaze crashed with his. “Look at me. I want to watch your face when I shoot into that sexy mouth.”
His lids dropped to half-mast and he stilled, a low groan rumbling past his lips. He cursed, then he was coming, body shaking as he continued to slide that big cock in and out of her mouth.
Her eyes watered, throat working as she swallowed as fast as she could. She didn’t let go, not until he finished, and only when he released her hair. His eyes glittered, watching her from lowered lids.
Oh, dear lord, the man is beautiful.
She licked her lips but didn’t move from her spot between his legs. She was in no hurry to end the intimacy of the moment. Determined to hold on to it for as long as it lasted.
Tenderness transformed his features as he cupped her jaw in his large, warm hand. Swiping the pad of his thumb across the corner of her mouth, he pressed it past her lips. “Suck,” he rasped.
She covered his hand with hers and did as he asked, licking and sucking it clean.
He made a needy sound, dark and low.
She smiled up at him. “Now aren’t you glad you stayed?”
He stared at her for several long seconds. “Yes.”
He didn’t look glad. He looked troubled.
“So…” She lifted to her knees, moved closer, so her breasts pressed against his hard stomach and chest, the crisp hairs tickling her oversensitive nipples. “…does that mean we’re doing this again?”
He sucked in a shaky breath, and she held hers, waiting for him to answer. At this point she’d take whatever he had to give. This chemistry between them, it was like nothing she’d experienced before. She couldn’t walk away, not now. And she knew she wasn’t the only one feeling it.
He traced her lower lip with his finger, eyes darkening, the tenderness still there, but that storm was back as well. “Fuck, Piper.” One of his hands slid around the side of her neck, his palm hot against her skin. His fingers flexed before he pulled her in closer. “Yeah, we’re doing this again.”
Chapter Eleven
The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. Piper stepped out and took the seconds she had left, before she reached Alex and Deacon’s apartment, to put on her game face.
She’d been summoned for lunch with Rusty and Alex. Usually, this would be a good thing. She loved spending time with them. Yeah, they worked together and saw each other nearly every day, but it wasn’t the same now that they weren’t living on Axle Alley anymore. She missed them. And after getting another goddamn message from that persistent creep Daniel Taylor from the Real Estate agency this morning, she was more than happy to get out of the house. If he showed up at her front door one more time, she might be tempted to beat the crap out of him with his own briefcase.
But the morning after her night with Cole? Not a great idea. Both women were like bloodhounds. It’d only take one slip on her part for them to sniff something out. If that happened, she didn’t have a hope in hell. They’d nail her down and interrogate her until she spilled every last detail.
That couldn’t happen.
Cole definitely wouldn’t appreciate being cornered and grilled by her sister and Alex. And that’s what would happen if they found out.
He’d left her in bed in the early hours. But not before he thoroughly kissed her, slid down her body, settling between her thighs, and brought her to a screaming orgasm with his tongue. After, he’d dressed, pressed his lips to the top of her head, and walked out the door.
They’d agreed to a casual arrangement. But no promises were made for more than that. She had no idea when they’d be together again. If he’d come to her, or if he expected her to go to him.
But she did know, whatever happened between them was not for public consumption. She’d worked that much out on her own. Last night she’d convinced herself she didn’t care what Deke thought. But in the light of day she’d changed her mind. With how overprotective he could be—her brother finding out about their non-relationship would not be a good thing. Not for any of them. Not until she knew exactly where she and Cole were headed.
If they were headed anywhere at all.
She ignored the ache in the center of her chest accompanying that thought. Stop it, Piper. They’d only been together one night for God’s sake.
One unforgettable, mind-blowing night. Her knees went a little weak, and her step faltered, remembering the way he’d lost control. The tender way he’d touched her. She released a shaky breath and squeezed her thighs together. Not an easy thing to do while walking.
Her belly had been full of nervous excitement when she’d walked out of her house this morning, desperate for a glimpse of him, but his car had been gone. And as much as she wanted to call him, to hear his voice, to make arrangements for later that night, she hadn’t.
Pushing too hard, too fast would be the worst thing she could do. Luckily, and unluckily, Alex had called her to come by for lunch. It was certainly a way to distract her from chasing Cole down and dragging him back to her bed. It also meant that if her meager acting skills, from her one and only role as Frenchy in her junior high’s production of Grease, hadn’t stuck, she was royally screwed.
