Chapter Five
Pace
Whoever said there is nothing like a woman scorned never saw Piper pissed off.
I happen to like it. It might be the cutest, hottest thing I have ever seen. It doesn’t hurt that her body is soaked from the pouring rain, her clothes clinging to every curve. And damn does she have curves. I love how they fit against me, so I pull her even closer. Her big eyes gaze up at me beneath dark lashes tipped with tiny droplets of rain.
Piper might be the most beautiful sight I have ever seen before.
“Come on, sweetheart,” I repeat, brushing the back of my hand over her cheek gently. “This storm is just getting started. I need you safe inside.”
Well, hell. Until I said those words aloud, I had no idea how much I meant them. The idea of her walking back down this mountain on her own upsets me. I stop to think for a moment about how she got up here to start with. How did she wind up being chased up a tree by a damn rabbit?
“How did you get up here, sweetheart?”
Without waiting for an answer, I scoop her up so I can rush back towards the cabin. Smokie waits in the open doorway, displeased by our shenanigans. Laughing as she barks at me, thrilled I am bringing someone new into the cabin, I head past the kitchen where I took care of her earlier.
Heading right for the bedroom at the bedroom at the back of the cabin, I set her down on the hardwood. Reaching past her, I grab my robe, holding it up for her. It hits me all at once. I’ve got the hottest thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on dripping wet in my bedroom. Grunting as I palm my aching cock, I turn to try to hide just what she is doing to me without trying.
“Here, Piper, take those clothes off. Don’t want you getting sick.”
“Is that how you get most women naked in your bedroom, doc?”
Turning to grin back at her, I shake my head. “Never had a woman naked in my bedroom, sweetheart. Now strip.”
Striding from the room, I pull the door shut behind me before I let out a low groan. My cock is so hard I could chop firewood with it. Jesus. I have never felt anything even close to this before. I can still smell her. Still feel her soft tits against my chest, her hands grasping at my chest, those big eyes looking up at me. Fuck. What is this woman doing to me?
Going to the laundry room, I strip off my own wet clothes, tossing them in the dryer. Grabbing a towel, I wrap it around my waist, securing it. It looks ridiculous with my hard dick tenting it, but I can’t do much about that. I rub my rough hand over the swollen crown, hissing as bolts of pleasure zip up my spine. Closing my eyes, I wrap my fist around myself, pumping my aching cock a few times.
With her sweet strawberry scent still clinging to me, I am so fucking turned on. I don’t remember ever feeling this kind of want before. If I could have her right now, those thick thighs wrapped around me as I pounded into her, I could die after knowing I had lived a blessed life.
No, no, I’d want a lifetime of her wrapped around me. Those big eyes staring up at me with that hot, hungry look they had out in the rain. Fuck , she wants me too. I saw it but I didn’t want to let myself believe it. How could that beautiful little thing want a big bastard like me? Jesus, just thinking about her beneath me, telling me she wants me deeper, begging me to take her harder, drives me fucking nuts.
“Hell, I’d ruin her for any other man,” I declare, pumping my cock faster, hissing at the idea of anyone else ever touching her. No. Mine.
“Pace...I uh...” a sweet, soft voice stammers behind me.
Without letting go of my cock, I turn to face her. Jesus, this is a bad idea. Wrapped in my robe, her hair a mess around her beautiful face, her cute feet bare, she stares up at me with those eyes. Piper looks at me as if she sees me in a way no one else ever has before. It’s driving me mad. With our gazes locked, I pump my shaft a few more times, kind of testing her acceptance.
Piper stares up at me for a moment. I watch her teeth sink into her bottom lip as her gaze travels down. Down, down, over my bare chest and the tattoos there, down past my waist. They lock on the obscene thing I am doing beneath the thin towel. Still, I don’t stop. I know I should. I just met the girl and something tells me she’s had little experience with me.
Hell, that just makes me harder. I take a step closer, slowly stroking my shaft with one hand. Taking a trembling breath, I reach out with the other. I yank at the tie on the robe. She can stop me, I won’t do something against her wishes. Piper’s eyes flick back to mine before she takes a step back. I start to stop until I understand what she is doing.
“Oh, sweetheart,” I rasp as she shifts to let the robe fall open.
Piper’s body is what you write poems or create sculptures about. Wide hips and thick thighs with a waist I cannot wait to get my hands on. Her pussy is bare besides a strip of dark curls. Her tits are...hell, they’re perfection. Round, soft, with peach pink nipples budded tight.
“Pace...” her voice trembles as her skin flushes pink.
“Piper,” I whisper as I reach out, our gazes locking. “Can I touch you? I want to touch you so bad, sweetheart,” my voice is gravel as I take a step closer to her. We’re just a breath apart as she tilts her head back.
“Can I touch you too?” her sweet voice whispers.
“Yes, you can touch me. Do whatever you want to me.”
“What do you want me to do to you?”
“Hell, Piper...do you have all night for me to tell you the things I want you do to me? Would need a helluva lot longer to tell you all the things I want to do to you .”
Piper gasps as I move, my big hand filling with her breast, the nipple cradled in my palm. My dick jerks against her stomach. Her fingers claw at the towel, tearing it down. My cock rubs against her mound and we both moan. Reaching down, I grab her leg behind her knee, angling her so I can fit between her thighs. I rock my hips a little as my fingers pluck at her nipple.
“Oh, shit, you’re wet,” I groan, head falling back as her silky wet folds rub up and down my length. “Seeing me stroke my cock got you wet, baby?”
“Yes,” she moans the word as I plump her tits in my hands. I am obsessed with them. With her . How soft she is, how little and curvy and feminine and sweet. I bend my head, licking between her tits, up her throat, so I can whisper in her ear.
“Could I make you come for me, sweetheart? Would you let me?”
“I-I....well, I can’t. No one else...oh, oh yes,” she whimpers as I suck her nipple into my mouth as I haul her closer.
Now she is almost wrapped around me the way I imagined earlier. I rock my hips, so my dick rubs between her wet lips. My heart pounds harder than it ever has. I suck at her nipple, scraping my teeth over her skin. I grunt as her hands wrap around me, pushing me deeper between her folds.
“It’s so big,” she hums, breaking off on a whimper when the rocking of my hips rubs the crown against her clit.
“It will fit you, baby,” I hiss against her skin. “I bet I will fit so good inside you. Once I make you come, you’ll be so soft and wet for me.”
“Pace...I can’t come,” she pants as her hips rock her against me.
Pulling off her breast with a pop, it takes a moment for her words to ring clear in my lust-fogged head. Can’t come? “Oh, baby, I wouldn’t quit until you came so good for me. On my tongue, on my fingers, on my cock.”
“Pace,” she whimpers, eyes so dark they’re almost black as she stares up at me. “I... I want to. No one else has ever...I mean I can...”
Pulling back I force us both to go still. Fisting my cock, I pose it between her thighs, lining up between her folds. One hand grips her leg still, keeping her open to me. With my other hand, I gently pinch her clit.
“I am going to get you to come for me, baby,” I hum, dipping my head to whisper my lips over hers. “Doesn’t matter how long it takes. I will play with this little pussy until you come, Piper.”
Pressing her against the wall, I angle her hips to take my slow, steady thrusts. I am torturing us both as I rub over her soft lips, the root of my cock grinding against her clit. Piper begins to whimper, hips twisting as I rock against her slowly.
“Don’t hold back, Piper. I got you, baby. Tell me what you need. I will take care of you. I promise.”
Piper stares up at me with big, doe eyes. Her hands come to lock behind my neck. I let her drag me closer. Whispering softly, her body twisting against mine, she steals my breath with two words.
“Kiss me?”
I do not wait a breath. I crash my lips to hers, eating her greedily. I rock faster, rubbing harder against her pulsing pussy. Her entire body stiffens as my tongue pushes into her sweet mouth. My fingers rub at her clit and she whimpers into my mouth.
“That’s it, baby. Let go.”
Tugging my head back, she seals her mouth to mine as she comes. I scoop her up, pinning her to the wall as I thrust harder, nearing my own climax. I pull back to pant against her lips.
“Can I come on you, Piper? Will you let me mark your pretty pussy with my cum?”
“Yes! Yes, I want to feel it Pace.”
Grunting, I grip her hips in my hands tightly. I am pleased she keeps her leg hoisted at my hip. Pleased that she stopped holding back for me. Holding her gaze, I pump forward a few times, pleasure sizzling up my spine. I have never felt anything this good before, bar nothing.
“Fuck, Piper. I’m going to give you so much,” I hiss as I come hard.
We both watch as my cock jerks against her pussy, hot, thick ropes of cum coating her. I rock still, pushing to her tight hole, moaning as I push a little of my seed inside her. I think about slamming home balls deep. God it would be so good to fill her up.
Tugging at me again, she pushes up to fit her mouth to mine. Her tongue is sweet, hot as it tangled with mine. Bending a little, I hoist her up against me.
Cradling her close, I turn to head for the bathroom. Without breaking the kiss, I step inside the stone shower, turning on the waterfall spray. Still kissing me as if she needs the kiss to breathe, she giggles against my mouth as warm water pours down on us.
Hell, I am in so much trouble.
I think I would give anything to have that cute, sweet laugh for the rest of my life. To have her smiles and those big, soft eyes staring up at me with want, with trust. Fuck . How can she trust me the way she does? How could she give me something so sweet, so fucking good, without knowing how I’ve screwed up so badly before?
I have to tell her. I need to make her understand. It was an accident. It was not my fault, but I have always felt that it was. It’s tortured me for so long, as it should. It will continue to for the rest of my life. That is why I have to come clean.
How do I tell something so sweet, someone so trusting that I let everyone I loved die?