Chapter 6
SIX
GHOST
Ivy & Piper’s Guide to Life Rule Number Three:
Always carry enough cash to get home safely in case of an emergency.
T he hotel sofa had not been made for men my size. My neck was stiff, and my feet hung over the edge of the arm. Still, I was completely content to stay right where I was.
Piper lay sprawled across me, her chest rising and falling in a gentle, steady rhythm. It should have been enough to lull me to sleep, but I was wide awake and overthinking things…as usual.
I listened to her soft exhales and studied the freckles scattered across the bridge of her nose, wondering if others had done the same. Had other men felt a sudden surge of possessiveness the moment they touched her like I had? The thought was both maddening and irrational, yet it burrowed into my mind, fueling an unexpected jealousy that threatened to consume me.
Piper sighed in her sleep, and her breath was warm against my skin. I tucked her body more firmly against mine and laced my fingers through hers, marveling at how small and delicate they felt beneath mine .
Using my free hand, I continued my exploration, trailing my fingers down her spine and over the seam of her ass, memorizing every dip and curve.
She arched against me, and the feel of her full tits pressing into my skin was all it took to rouse my cock to attention.
The friction temporarily overrode my ability to think rationally. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to convince my dick to send some of the blood back up to my brain, but it was no use. Every exhale, every tiny movement, only stoked my need to claim her.
This woman would be the death of me.
My hand dipped lower, ghosting over the back of her thigh until I reached her knee. I hitched it higher until she was spread wide open for me before sliding my fingers over her slit.
She was already wet, her body responding to my touch even in sleep. And now that I’d started touching her, I couldn’t seem to stop.
After waiting for her breaths to even out, I pumped a single finger into her pussy, grinning when she began drawing me in deeper. I pulled out slowly and brought my finger to my lips, sucking off her thick cream like a man starved.
The taste of her on my tongue only intensified the need pulsing through me. I gently eased out from under her and knelt beside the couch.
“Piper.”
“Hmmm?” she mumbled, still caught in the hazy realm between sleep and consciousness.
My jaw tightened as I drank in the sight of her. Tousled brown hair. Legs spread wide. Like a holiday feast just waiting to be devoured.
If she were mine, I’d keep her like this all the time.
My dick jerked at the thought, but instead of fisting my shaft, I used my hands to lift Piper’s hips.
Her swollen, pink flesh glistened with her arousal. Unable to resist, I leaned in and licked her from clit to center before sliding two fingers into her slick opening. Piper’s breath shuddered when I curled them to hit her G-spot, her thighs automatically slamming shut around me.
The low growl in my throat sounded more animal than human as I forced them open again. I curled my arms around her thighs, anchoring her in place before devouring her cunt like it was my last meal. Alternating between broad strokes of my tongue and gentle suction, I redoubled my efforts until she was rocking back to meet me with little gasps and moans.
“Again?”
I lifted my head to meet her hooded gaze, her juices running down my lips and chin. “Again. Can you take me, or do you need a break?” I asked, already guiding her onto her hands and knees.
She blinked slowly, processing my words. I knew I should stop and let her rest. But the taste of her, the feel of her soft skin under my hands, was like a drug I was helplessly addicted to.
Piper reached back and began jacking my aching dick until precum leaked from the slit. “I can take it,” she murmured, guiding the head of my cock into her body.
“Fuck,” I gritted out, fighting the urge to slam home in one brutal thrust. She was so tight, her pussy gripping my bare— oh, fuck.
Watching her take me raw was almost my undoing. Instead of pulling out, I sank deeper, my hands spanning over the flare of her hips.
Childbearing hips, some might say.
I bit down on my lip until I tasted blood, fighting against every instinct to hold her down and flood her womb with my seed. To breed her. To claim her as mine for all eternity.
It was only the last shred of my moral compass that stopped me.
With a Herculean effort, I managed to pull out. “Condom,” I groaned, fumbling for one on the side table and slipping it on.
Piper’s disappointed whimper turned into a deep moan when I sank back into her wet heat. She dropped her weight onto her forearms and lifted her ass higher.
“That’s my good girl,” I growled, gripping her hips tighter.
When she slumped forward, I reached around to squeeze her clit between my thumb and forefinger, coaxing her back to full awareness. “Stay awake for me, darlin’. Okay?”
She nodded drowsily, her inner muscles tightening around me. “How do you want me?”
In every way possible for the rest of my life .
Instead of voicing the dangerous sentiment, I fisted a hand in her hair and tugged her head back. “Like this. Love watching your tight little cunt stretch around my cock from this angle,” I growled, surging deeper.
Piper clawed at the arm of the sofa and began fucking back against me with renewed vigor.
“Yeah?” I asked, driving into her with a smirk. “You like that? You like hearing what your perfect body does to me?”
Her breath caught on a moan as she clenched around my shaft. “Don’t stop.”
As if I could.
As if I’d ever want to.
“You gonna drench this cock?” I rasped, snaking my hand down her belly to massage her clit. Her pussy clamped down like a vise, trying to force me out. I powered deeper with a savage growl, and she exploded, coming around my cock in pulsing gushes.
I released my grip on her hair and rolled to spoon Piper from behind, continuing to thrust into her pliant body. “Still with me?” I asked, placing a small kiss against the shell of her ear and another on her jaw.
She nodded weakly, reaching back to tangle her fingers in my hair.
“You did so good,” I praised, squeezing her breast while maintaining my steady pace. “So. Fucking. Good.”
“I wish—” Her words cut off in a gasp as I hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her.
“What do you wish?” I asked, my curiosity piqued despite the haze of lust clouding my mind.
Piper turned her head, meeting my gaze with those mesmerizing green eyes. “I wish I had you for more than tonight.”
Her words sent a jolt through me, equal parts hope and trepidation. “Oh yeah? Why’s that, darlin’?”
“Because then we could do this every night,” she whispered, her breaths coming in ragged pants. “But it would be real.”
“This isn’t—this isn’t real?” I stammered, struggling to focus as her pussy fluttered around me.
“N-nuh. Real would be you taking me bare. The way nature intended.”
Jesus Christ.
I gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and slammed into her tight cunt, my balls slapping against her skin. The fantasy she’d conjured blurred my vision, pushing me dangerously close to the edge.
“Fuck, Piper. I’m—” I sank my teeth into the soft flesh between her shoulder and neck, muffling my guttural groan as I came in hard, wrenching spurts that caused my body to jerk wildly.
My release triggered hers, and Piper cried out, her body shuddering through another orgasm. She clenched rhythmically around me, milking every last drop.
“Stay inside me,” she murmured when I started to pull out, fighting a yawn. “Please. You feel so good.”
I settled back against her, burying my face in her hair and breathing in the scent of her shampoo.
“And what if I never want to leave?” I asked, suddenly serious.
Piper pulsed around my cock, and I exhaled a soft chuckle. “I think she likes the idea. You want me to stay?—”
“It’s one night,” she protested, but I heard what sounded like wistfulness in her tone.
“But what if it wasn’t?” I countered. “What if I stayed, and we figured out how to make this real over breakfast?”
“Now you’re gonna buy me breakfast?” she asked through another heavy yawn before settling against me. “I may keep you forever.”
“I like the sound of forever,” I murmured, my body finally giving up the fight against sleep.
***
My body jerked violently, ripping me out of a nightmare. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, I checked my watch to find it was just after two. When I shifted, my still-hard cock slid out of Piper’s body, followed by a flood of wetness.
Carefully, I climbed over her sleeping form and disposed of the condom in the nearby trash can. When I turned back, my breath caught in my throat. She’d rolled onto her back, one arm flung over her head, lips slightly parted.
The air conditioning kicked on with a low rumble, the cool air pebbling her nipples into tight buds. Unable to resist, I circled one pale pink peak with my finger. She stirred briefly before settling again, her legs falling open .
My cock swelled even more, and I gathered some of her wetness, spreading it over my shaft.
I was debating whether to wake her again when I caught a flash of movement at the patio door. Instinctively, I reached for my gun before remembering I’d left it back in my room, thinking it might frighten her.
Shit.
I tugged on my jeans, moving quietly so as not to wake Piper. Whatever this was, I needed to draw the potential threat away from her.
Heart pounding, I crept toward the patio door, muscles coiled tight and ready to spring into action. When I got closer, the shadow took shape, and a wave of relief washed over me because I recognized the hulking silhouette on the other side of the glass. It wasn’t an intruder.
It was GQ.
One look at his grave expression, though, and my relief evaporated. Something was wrong.
“What happened?” I demanded, yanking the door open.
“Need to get home. Now.”
A knot formed in my gut, and I swallowed hard before asking, “Is it my dad?”
“Wolverine’s fine,” GQ said, but his tone did little to reassure me. “We grabbed your shit from upstairs. Duke’s bringing the truck around now. Get what you need from inside, and let’s fucking go.”
Panic clawed at my throat. “Is it my mom? My brothers?” When he didn’t answer, I grabbed him by the kutte and growled, “Fucking tell me.”
He worked his jaw back and forth before admitting, “It’s Levi?—”
The world tilted on its axis at the mention of my nephew’s name. My grip on GQ’s kutte loosened, and I staggered back, bile rising in my throat.
“What about Levi?” I managed to choke out, though part of me didn’t want to hear the answer.
I’d just talked to him.
He was fine.
Pissed at me, but fine.
Had he taken off to clear his head after our call and gotten himself into trouble ?
GQ’s face crumpled, and at that moment, I knew. Whatever had happened was far worse than anything I could have imagined.
“Your brother found him,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Teddy found him? What does that—what does that mean?” I stammered, struggling to make sense of what he was saying. “Is he hurt? In trouble?”
“He hanged himself.”