Chapter 14 Caleb #2
She tastes sweeter than syrup, and her natural fragrance awakens me the same way freshly ground coffee does in the morning. It appeals to my senses.
Piper can erect boundaries and appear harder than she did nine years ago, but she can’t change how she makes me feel. And when I’m between her legs, I’m insatiable.
“Bend over,” I order, scooping a hand under her lower back to help get her in position. “Actually, no.” Keeping a good hold of her, I tear the chair away and bring her over the desk. “I want you here.”
She leans over the desk like a good girl and arches her back nice and strong for me.
My belt jingles as I unbuckle my pants. I unloop it and toss it aside, and then unzip the fly of my jeans. My cock has been ready for her for quite some time. I hold it in my hand and massage the length a few times, which in itself shoots me close to orgasm.
The sight of her bent over my desk, ass up, zaps another thousand volts through me. I have to contain myself.
“Please,” Piper moans. “Don’t make the lady wait.”
I spank her ass cheek and watch it glow red.
She squeals excitedly, and shoves her ass into my cock, begging for another.
I spank the twin cheek and earn another delightful moan from her. But after that, it’s impossible to tease myself when her pussy is right there, begging for me to enter.
I plunge into her warmth and we both moan together. Immediately I feel like finishing, but I hold off and go slow to make sure she gets her climax first.
It doesn’t feel too far away. Her walls are already pressing in on my cock, throbbing with pleasure.
I withdraw and thrust myself back into her with force.
The wooden desk shakes, same as her ass cheeks that hit my lower stomach with each thrust. I don’t remember her ass being this round and firm.
It claps against my stomach as we increase the pace, adding to the symphony of moans that she’s singing.
I press my palm over her sweet mouth before she moans any louder. “Careful, princess. Better not wake the kids.”
“I can’t help it,” she fires back, shoving her ass back onto my cock.
I reach up underneath her and run my palms over her breasts. I’ve been in such a frenzy to devour her that I forgot all about her nipples and how sensitive they used to be, even to the softest of touches.
Those moans creep louder again as soon as I graze the nub. I render the nipple even harder between my fingertips and move on to its twin.
I grab one of her supple breasts and use it as momentum to carry my thrusts. Bearing a child has enhanced their size. There’s even more to grab than before.
And it’s pushing me even closer to the edge.
“Fuck, Caleb,” Piper says, heaving. “You’re gonna make me come.”
“I want you to come, princess. Hard. I want you to release all of that sexual tension that’s been boiling up inside of you. And I want you to let me feel all of you.”
Her walls contract around my cock, an orgasm spilling out of her. I press my hand over her mouth again to silence the screams before they have a chance to hit the air.
I’m pushed to my orgasm too, and experience it in full. I spill into her and feel the pleasure race up through me like a bolt of lightning.
I collapse into the desk when it’s all over. Piper and I recover in silence, and it eventually becomes awkward when we both return fully from the high.
“That was…”
“A mistake,” she says, peeling herself off the desk to redress. She pulls the shirt back down over her torso, hiding most of her ass, and locates the sweatpants. I haven’t a slightest clue where I threw them—the same goes for my belt and jeans.
I take a step forward and bring her back to me, afraid she’ll veer too far away again.
“We’re still not done talking,” I murmur in her ear. She tenses all over again, although this time for a different reason.
I can’t keep the truth to myself much longer. It’s breaking me more than it’s surely breaking her. “You have no idea how hard it was to stay away from you.”
“Really?” She shoots me a glare over her shoulder. “The first time wasn’t…”
I clutch her tighter, and remain behind her. “I had to leave. Remember I told you about Ellie’s mother dying in a car crash?”
She freezes, probably predicting the rest.
“I had nothing to do with Ellie before I had to leave Maple Crossing. Holly, her mother, took off straight after Ellie’s birth. She was impossible to contact, and so were the rest of her family.”
“What about a lawyer?”
“That was a possibility, but there was no guarantee. Her family worked in legislation, so going through a lawyer would’ve been a real pain in the backside, and a lost cause, probably.” I sigh. “I wanted to get out of New York. I needed to clear my head—”
“And that’s why you visited town.” Piper snaps around and crosses her arms. “I don’t understand—why not just tell me the truth?”
“Because I never told you about my daughter in the first place. I thought I had lost her forever. Telling you the truth would mean telling you that I’d been lying to you—”
“You were lying anyway.”
“Not with you. What I had with you was real.” I stop to think for a moment. “It was easier and less painless for both of us if I told you I needed to head back for work.”
Her eyes are on high alert, scanning every corner of my face, as if to make sure that I’m telling the truth.
“She would have been an orphan, Piper, if I didn’t go—”
“I get it,” she cuts me off at a good time before I decide to tell her all about my past. None of that matters now, anyway. “I would’ve done the same if the shoe was on the other foot.”
I study her electric blue eyes and ask her, “Where do we go from here?”
“Well.” She grimaces. “I think it’s safe to say we’ve passed from simple to complicated.”
I fear we passed that line long ago.
Much longer than both of us realized.
“For now there’s not much we can do but wait until James Taylor is done with his assessment.”
I nod. “Even though you did start the fire, he won’t be able to prove it. You can trust me on this one.”
Piper keeps quiet, silently disagreeing. I suppose once trust breaks once, it breaks forever.
“We can’t keep ignoring each other like this,” she says. “Like we’re not even friends. Soon it’ll rub off on the kids, and I don’t think either of us want that.”
“No,” I say, still caught up on the friend thing.
We were never friends, and it definitely feels weird to call ourselves that when we were never friends to begin with. Friends don’t do what we just did.
But she’s right about the kids. They’re smart. We can’t keep going on like this.
“Are you suggesting we take a shot at being friends?”
Piper looks just as uncertain as I feel about all of this. “Well,” she begins, uncrossing her arms. “We never really gave the friends thing a go.”
That’s because we were both more concerned with tearing each others’ clothes off.
“True. We never did.”
The mistrust is so prominent in her eyes that I feel it rubbing off on me, making me trust not even myself. We both have our reasons for not wanting to go back there. Since she’s still living under my roof, friends is the only alternative we have to…whatever this is called.
“Okay. Yes. Friends.”
“Temporarily. Just while Sonny and I are living here.”
Temporarily. That triggers a chord.
I clench my jaw. I know that this won’t work, not unless we have a certain system set in place. “How does friends with benefits sound?”
She considers it for a moment, but the silence isn’t sounding very positive. “Caleb, if we fall back into our old ways, the feelings I had for you before will—”
“Yes, of course,” I grit out. “Understood. Friends with no benefits.”
We seal the deal with an agreeable nod…
Even though it’s false positivity all around.