Chapter Fourteen
PIPER
Three Months Later
My heart beats so quickly that my entire body is throbbing. My nerves are getting to me, so I’ve taken to tapping on the window to ease myself, even a little bit. The city lights are the only things illuminating the inside of the car. Every now and then, the city lights catch his face just right.
He’s been smiling all night. And I don’t blame him.
“You have a good night, Piper?” He looks at me briefly, careful not to lose focus on the road.
“I spent it with you, obviously. Of course I did,” I say. “You’ve really got this whole dating thing figured out, huh?”
“Then what’s up with that?” He gestures towards my incessant tapping.
“What do you mean?” I stop, smoothing down the soft fabric of my evening gown. I sniff softly, embarrassed. “Oh. Yeah. You know what it’s about...” My heart thumps even louder in my eardrums.
“Oh, no. I have no idea what it could be.”
“I didn’t picture you as the ditzy, dumb type,” I tease. Without realizing the consequences, I nudge him in the side.
A suppressed groan escapes Alfie’s mouth, and I instantly feel bad.
“Oh God, Alfie... I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, it’s okay. It’s just some residual pain. Your old pops really left a dent in me.”
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I shift in my seat. “About that... I don’t think I ever thanked you for…”
Dad and Momma aren’t doing better, and I made the decision to become estranged from them, a little while after that night.
It’s better this way. I’m excelling in life, killing it at Callahan Tech, and making a name for myself.
As much as it hurt, moving in with Alfie was the best decision I made for myself.
I must say, I love playing house with him.
“You never have to thank me, Piper. I’ve already told you that,” he says.
After Alfie got patched up and was ready to function again, he broke down and told me everything. It was the night he found out about my father’s abusive behavior that he decided to install the cameras and ensure my safety.
Honestly, I’m not sure what would have happened if Alfie hadn’t stepped in when he did. So, in the end, I decided it was more caring than odd and scary. I love the way he fawns over me, how he wants to watch and protect me…
I still tease Alfie for thinking I’m a spy, though. He’ll never live that one down.
“Shut up. You know I love you and I love everything you’ve done in pursuit of making me happy,” I say. He might not want to hear it, but I want to say it. He deserves to feel special, in the same way he makes me feel every goddamn day.
The car comes to a stop in the underground parking of our apartment building. He squeezes my leg, easing my nerves. “Come on, princess. Let’s get you out of that dress.”
That’s what I’m talking about. We hold hands all the way to the top floor of his penthouse.
Then, the nerves kick in again and I take deep breaths to steady myself.
They’re not the bad kind of nerves, no. It’s more rooted in intense excitement because I’ve been waiting for this night for three months.
As we reach the door and enter our apartment, I slam it shut behind us.
Alfie slams his lips against mine, and I can’t help but let out a whimper.
Trying to make neat work of removing his button-up shirt, I grow impatient and rip it apart.
A button goes flying and hits a nearby mirror. We giggle like nothing else matters.
Hastily, I pull the shirt down from his shoulders, running my hands over the grooves and peaks of his muscles. My hands have a mind of their own and make their way to his belt.
“I can’t believe you made me wait all day for this,” I say.
“Well, I had to take you out on a date first before I destroyed that pussy. I’m nothing but a gentleman.”
“You better destroy my pussy,” I whisper, because the words feel too naughty for anyone’s ears but ours. “It’s been three months. I’m dying here without that cock of yours inside of me.”
Doctor’s orders, no physical exertion while he recovered from the stab wound.
“That desperate, huh?”
I nod like the needy little girl I am.
In one quick motion, Alfie hooks his hands behind my knees and lifts me up to carry me.
He finds my weak spot, right in the crook of my neck, kissing and suckling gently.
Already, I can feel his stiff cock pressing against my throbbing cunt.
We hardly make it past the living room and open-plan kitchen before he sets me down on the granite top counter.
My breath grows heavy; the anticipation is killing me.
His hands traverse just about every inch of my body through my clothing, and up the slit of my dress until he brushes up against my lingerie.
I pull the straps of my dress down my shoulders, and Alfie doesn’t wait to pull it off and throw it aside.
“Oh boy, you know purple lingerie is my weakness,” Alfie says. The man I love looks at me as if I’m the only woman in the world.
The lace hugs my breasts comfortably, but not for long before Alfie breaks the clasp and frees my most sensitive, bare skin. One hand slips between my legs while the other cups a breast.
God, this is exactly what I need. Me and Alfie against the world. Partners in crime. Excellent lovers.
Undoing his zipper, I get hold of his glorious cock, guiding him to the place he most wants to be.
Alfie licks his lips like a hungry wolf, ravenous for me.
His lips part once his full length sinks inside me.
Every time feels like the first as though we’re strangers lucky enough to be skilled with one another’s bodies.
My arms twine about his head, needing something to hold onto. As if I didn’t have an anchor, I’d float up and away in pure ecstasy.
Alfie and I manage to be a contradiction with one another, rough yet tender.
Sweat drips from his brow, and he has a fierce determination on his face that I’ve never seen before.
Still, his hair manages to look perfect.
I press myself into his hips, forcing him deeper.
I lift my legs so my ankles hook his shoulders.
Gripping my legs for leverage, he plunges himself in and out of me with such ferocity I’m not sure how long we’re both going to last.
Our bodies say everything words can’t. Every thrust drags another desperate sound from our lips. Our moans and grunts grow louder until they dissolve into ragged breathing. He presses his lips against mine, just as the first hot rope spills inside my pulsing cunt.
“I love you,” he mutters tenderly as he comes.
“I love you too.”
Looking down, I can’t help but giggle. Hearing those three little words from Alfie’s mouth never fails to make me smile. They’re so visceral, raw, and real.
Alfie takes me by the hand and leads me into our bedroom. The space is lit by candles, thick pillars of red wax. Rose petals adorn his kingsize bed in the shape of a giant red heart. And in the center, against the backdrop of his white sheets, a little black box rests in the middle.
“Oh my God, Alfie, what is this?” My hand flies to my mouth. Tears well in my eyes before he gets a chance to reply.
He wraps his hands around my waist and gives me another tender kiss.
“Piper Beckett, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I never want to spend another day without you at my side,” Alfie says.
He takes my hand in his, intertwining our fingers as he approaches the bed. It’s there that I see the contents of the little black box. A small ring, with no fancy frills or diamonds the size of marbles. It’s simple, sleek, and elegant with a rose gold finish. Just how I like it.
“Will you make me the luckiest man in the world and be my wife?”
I’m hyperventilating from giddy excitement.
“Yes, Alfie, yes,” I throw myself into his arms and pepper his face with kisses. Tears of joy stream down my cheeks, and I don’t care to hide them. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you at my side.”
It’s me and Alfie against the world, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
THE END.