8. Dalton
CHAPTER 8
Dalton
H oly hell. Piper is…
Incredible. Amazing. Heavenly. The taste of her is going to haunt me for fucking ever. I’m going to die an old man with the memory of her sweet taste on my lips, and her legs locked around my neck.
I’ve had sex. A lot. Can’t say that I’ve been all that interested in it, because it’s a lot of work, and at the end of the day, I’ve walked away from each time disappointed. Because each time, it wasn’t Piper.
But now, it is Piper. She’s right in front of me. Her brown hair is splayed out over her pillow, her luminous green eyes searching mine. And her body is right in front of me.
Piper’s petite. She’s got a small frame, with delicate shoulders and a body that feels so finely made under my hands, I feel like I’m some kind of monster.
I am worried that we won’t fit. I don’t want to hurt her, and I know that I’m… not easy, for women to handle. So when I press myself against her, I have a moment of doubt.
“It’s okay, Dalton. I need you.”
Fuck. She’s going to destroy any shred of self-control that I have.
I slowly press myself forward, sliding into her tightness. I groan, my eyes rolling back in my head, as she stretches to take me. Piper moans, and I freeze.
“Piper?”
“Yeah?”
“You good?”
She arches, the movement making her slip lower on my shaft. “I’m so good, Dalton. I need more.”
I’m not a strong enough man to deny her. Slowly, I press forward, until I’m finally seated to the hilt. Piper and I both pant. Her chest rises and falls, her perfect breasts freed of the lacy contraption that’s banded across her waist. I want to lick her sweet nipples again.
I bend forward to take one, then the other, in my mouth. She makes a little gasp of pleasure, and I feel her tighten around me at the same time.
Fuck me. Of course she likes that.
“Piper,” I moan. I don’t have anything else to say. I want to say everything, but I’ve seen how she reacts to any type of pretty words.
No kissing.
Piper still wants to keep us at arm’s length. And I’m fine with that. I have to be fine with that.
Slowly, I move, my hips rocking gently into her. Piper wraps her arms around my neck, and she moans and throws her head back.
I can feel her everywhere. The sensation is too powerful. I’m going to come, but not before Piper does again.
I brace myself, one of my hands next to her head, and my other hand slides down her torso to thumb her clit. Piper gasps, and I feel her shake around me.
“Good,” I whisper, praising her for her responsiveness. “Come for me again, darlin’.”
“I don’t know…”
“You can do it, I promise.” I lean forward to kiss her neck, which seemed to be okay earlier. Gently, I bite the place where her neck meets her shoulder, while giving her clit a long, slow circle with my thumb, and I continue to pump my hips at a pace that she matches. “Come for me again, like a good girl, Piper.”
She really, really likes being called that.
Piper moans, and I can tell she’s close. She’s making the small, frantic noises that she made when her sweet pussy was in my face. I wish I had the words to tell her that she’s so fucking pretty.
“Talk to me,” she whispers. “I like it when you talk to me.”
Fuck. I’m so fucking close, I can’t think for shit. There’s nothing I can say to her right now that’s the right thing. So I just say what’s on my fuckin’ mind.
“You feel so fucking good, Piper,” I groan. My thumb keeps circling her clit, and I shift backwards, changing the angle slightly. “You taste fucking incredible.”
She moans. I keep going.
“I can’t wait for you to come on my cock, darlin’. I’m going to fill you fucking full of me and keep going until I get a fucking baby in you,” I grunt.
Piper shudders. I’m shocked that the last sentence is what sends her over, but I don’t have long to be surprised, because as Piper comes apart in my arms, I do the same.
My movements get erratic as I try to fuck her until the orgasm rips me apart. I yell, gripping her hips hard, driving into her as I come. The fact that I’m trying to fill her, to get her pregnant, becomes unbelievably hot as I do so.
I grunt, mindlessly thrusting into her as Piper’s body wrings every last drop from my aching cock. Eventually, the orgasm subsides, and I feel fucking exhausted when it does.
I don’t move. Piper and I are still connected. We’re both breathing hard, and my forehead is pressed against hers. I want to kiss her so badly, it fucking hurts.
“Oh. Um. Wow,” Piper murmurs.
A smile tugs at the corners of my lips. “Wow?”
“Yeah. Wow.”
“Did you… did you like that?” I ask. I can’t help the shake in my voice. I can only hope that she doesn’t notice.
Piper’s face snaps up, and she gives me a smile that warms my heart.
“Dalton, I really, really liked that.”
It makes my chest glow. I pull out of her, but instead of getting up, I turn us so that she’s in front of me. I wish I could pull the covers over us, but instead, I just tuck her close, sweaty bodies and all.
For a second, I just listen to her heart. It’s running a mile a minute, and I wait for it to come down. For my own to become manageable again.
Piper breaks the silence first. “I haven’t taken any pictures of you with the horses.”
I stiffen a little. “I know.”
“It’s… I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to.”
Frowning, I shift a little, tucking her head under my chin. “Why?”
“Because you… the other day…”
I huff. I do owe her an explanation for that. I must have looked like a total idiot, walking out like that and then marching right back in.
I don’t know how to tell her that I was so fucking upset at the idea that I would never be more to Piper than a friend. That the whole sex schedule thing was making me fucking crazy.
“I got overwhelmed.”
“By what?”
Fuck. I shuffle, hoping she won’t notice when I press my lips to her head.
“Parenting,” I say. It’s a truth. Not the one I was thinking of, but I’m surprised. It seems to come from a very, very deep place. And it’s still true.
“Because of your uncle?”
“Yeah.”
Piper sighs, her ass touching my cock in a way that feels like it’s going to get me all worked up again. “I know. I get scared, too. Since my parents died, and I only had my grandparents… I feel like I don’t have a very good script for it, you know?”
“Yeah,” I mutter. That’s a fucking understatement.
Piper makes a little hum. “But, you know, it’s also a chance to re-do it.”
“What?”
She turns until she’s looking right at me. “Well, since I don’t know what it should feel like to have parents, now I get to choose. I think that I get to be the parent I want to be, instead of the one that was programmed into me. And that’s kind of cool.”
My eyes search hers.
My uncle left me. All the time. He was totally uninterested in raising his nephew, and he made no fucking qualms about expressing it to me. But I would never do that to a kid.
The thought is… kind of freeing. I thought it would feel terrifying, to become a parent when I had the childhood I had.
Piper’s right, though. There’s a chance to do something different. Something more. To change the fate that I was given.
I prop my head up on my elbow, looking down at her. “I like that.”
Piper’s grin is infectious. “I do, too.”
“Come tomorrow.”
She tilts her head. “What?”
“To take pictures of the horses. You found Tate’s thing. His brand. And Brent’s. Come find out what my thing is. Tomorrow.”
Piper leans in, like she’s going to kiss me. I freeze.
She catches herself and leans back. “Tomorrow it is, then.”
My chest expands. I feel like I’m glowing.
This situation is fucked up. It’s confusing. But like Piper said, maybe it isn’t just fucked up. Maybe there’s an opportunity here. To choose. And even though it’s not how I pictured it, I’m glad that Piper and I are here. I’m glad that she’s giving me this chance. I refuse to fuck it up.
Because if Piper’s in the mood to choose things, I’m going to be one of the reasons that she chooses us.