Chapter 25
Everett
The fireplace popped and crackled. I sipped my whiskey and leaned back against the couch.
Piper was soaking in the tub. I was definitely not thinking of her naked under warm water and bubbles.
It was easy enough, because I kept seeing her covered in blood.
I took a larger sip this time. It had shaken the hell out of me. Seeing how close she’d come to being seriously hurt, or worse.
Fuck. I set the glass down on the coffee table.
I was falling for Piper Ellis.
“Shit.” I dropped my head back against the cushions.
She was high maintenance, for sure, but not always.
She could curl up on a couch and chill, she could have cocktails with the girls, she could worry about her family, she could lavish a dog with affection.
I loved her smarts, her strength, and the way she cared for those she loved.
I dragged in a breath. But I knew she wouldn’t stay in Windward. She was made for bigger things, and she loved her job. I wanted her happy, and I hated that maybe being with me wouldn’t make her that way.
With a shake of my head, I refocused on the fire. Right now, I just had to keep her safe. What I wanted didn’t matter. I’d worry about the rest later.
The bathroom door opened and I turned my head.
My chest locked.
She was standing there, wearing the red flannel shirt I’d discarded earlier.
That was all she was wearing. I was hard in an instant. Where the shirt gaped, I saw golden skin and long, long legs. Her blonde hair was loose.
“Piper.” My voice was a low rasp.
“The bath was great, but I need something else now.”
I rose and damn, my legs were unsteady. As I watched, she walked toward the bed. That big, romantic bed. She pressed her hands and knees to it. Then she crawled across it, her gaze locked on me.
Crawling. To me. In my flannel shirt.
“What do you need?” I asked, my voice like rust.
“I need you, Everett. You’ve been taking care of me, but now, I want to give you something. Take care of you.”
I walked toward her on autopilot, my gaze not leaving her beautiful face.
“I don’t want anything else to exist,” she murmured. “No brother, no bad guys, no worry, no fear. Nothing. Just us.” She rose on her knees at the end of the bed.
I stopped an inch away. “That shirt looks better on you than it does on me.”
Her lips curled. “I beg to differ.” She reached for my T-shirt and pushed it up. Together, we pulled it over my head.
She made a sound, then her hands were running up my abs, over my chest. I felt every teasing slide of her fingers. Her mouth followed as she explored, nipping at my skin, licking across my collarbone, sucking at my nipple. She lost herself doing it. Like she couldn’t get enough.
Her hands moved over my stomach, tracing every ridge and line of muscle. When she unfastened my jeans, I was already harder than I’d ever been before. She moved lower and nipped my hip bone, then pulled my cock out.
Her lips parted, then I watched as she gripped me and lowered her head.
“Piper—”
She swallowed as much as she could, all wet warmth, and I groaned. Fucking hell. I sank a hand in her hair, my hips punching forward.
She licked, and stroked, and sucked.
God, gorgeous Piper Ellis was dressed in my flannel shirt, worshipping my cock. I’d never seen anything as breathtaking.
I stroked in and out of her mouth, my muscles straining. She sucked me harder.
I was losing my mind. I slid my hands under her arms and yanked her up.
I threw her back on the bed, my gaze roving over her flushed face and swollen lips, her gorgeous bare breasts, her smooth stomach.
Then down to that neat strip of blonde hair between her legs.
It took me a second to shove my jeans off.
With need riding me hard, I knelt on the bed and pressed her legs wide.
“My turn.” I didn’t give her a chance to say anything. I pressed my mouth against her pussy and licked.
She moaned, hips bucking up. I slid my hands under her ass and ate. I didn’t take it easy or explore. I sucked, I bit, I thrust my tongue inside her slickness.
“Everett… God…” She threw an arm over her head, her hand twisting in the covers.
I pulled in the taste of her, enjoyed the way she moved under me. Her heated gaze was locked on me, watching me pleasure her.
Then I sucked her clit into my mouth, hard, and she let out a harsh sound.
I sat up on my knees, my swollen cock arching up to my stomach. “Don’t come without me, big city.” I slid two fingers inside her, watching her lips part. “Don’t come. Wait for me.”
“Tease,” she breathed.
My lips quirked. “I like teasing you.” I covered her body with mine and kissed her.
Her tongue tangled with mine, and I deepened the kiss. Then I sat up and reached over to open the drawer of the bedside table. I grabbed a condom.
As I tore it open, her hand found my cock. I grunted and she stroked.
“Lie back, gorgeous,” I ordered.
“Everett—”
“Back.” I rolled the latex over my hard cock.
She flopped back but her gaze stayed on me. She stared at my cock, not hiding her desire, then her gaze roamed over my arms, my chest. Fuck, she made me feel powerful.
“No one has ever made flannel look as sexy as you.”
She let out a low, throaty laugh.
I covered her again, my mouth back on hers. Her hand found my cock again, drawing it right to where she wanted.
“No more teasing,” she whispered.
“No more teasing.” I gripped one of her thighs, my other hand planted in the bed, then I thrust home.
We both groaned.
She was as tight as a vise, clutching me hard. Mine. Fuck, she felt like mine.
“You feel damn good, Piper.”
“Same.” Her voice was a breathy whisper. “You fill me up.” Her legs clenched onto my sides.
Then I started to move.
I wanted to be gentle, to not rush it. But being inside her, I had no choice. I slammed into her and she let out a husky cry, her back arching.
I wanted more. I wanted deeper. Damn, I wanted to brand her.
Then her hand cupped my cheek, and my gaze met hers. Firelight danced over her and I took her mouth again. This kiss was hard, bruising.
Pulling back, I heard her cry of protest as my cock slipped out of her. I flipped her over on her stomach.
“Everett—”
“Hang on, babe.” I shoved her legs apart and fitted my body behind hers. I pushed my flannel shirt out of the way, baring her smooth skin. The beautiful curve of her ass pressed to my gut.
I thrust back inside her. This time, I got a whimper.
I wrapped one arm around her middle, holding her still as I fucked her. As I tried to get deeper.
I covered her with my body and nipped her ear. “Can’t get deep enough.”
She moaned, pushing back into my thrusts. My stylish city girl didn’t care about being elegant and stylish in bed. She took my cock and was hungry for more.
Shifting my hand a little, my fingers found her clit. Her head flew back against my shoulder.
“Don’t stop,” she panted.
“You feel that?” I bit her earlobe again. “You feel me? You feel us?”
“Everett…”
“Tell me.”
She ground her ass against me. “Yes.”
I felt her body shaking and knew she was close. Everything inside me was building fast as well. I picked up speed, pistoning inside her. I strummed her clit.
Then her spine snapped straight and she let out a cry. She trembled through her orgasm, her pussy rhythmically clamping down on my cock. I pushed her down, turning her head so I could see her face. Could watch her as she came.
Gorgeous.
Then I couldn’t think anymore. I moved my cock in and out of her faster, chasing the growing pleasure.
It hit me hard. I felt her watching me as my head shot back and I came hard. With a low groan, I poured it into her.
Falling forward, I had enough sense to ram a fist into the bed and keep my weight off her. I kept my cock inside her, not wanting to lose the connection.
“You’re beautiful when you come,” she murmured, her voice a lot husky. “All those hard muscles flexing and straining. That very nice cock inside me.”
I couldn’t form words. I felt too warm and too good. I dropped down beside her and felt her huff out a satisfied breath. Because I couldn’t stop myself, I nuzzled her neck, pulling in the scent of Piper mixed with the sultry scent of sex.
“Good?” I murmured.
She huffed again. “I’m so far beyond good, I’ve left the planet.”
I grinned. “Good. Have to say, all the times I fantasied about fucking you, you weren’t wearing flannel.”
She laughed. “But you know what this means?”
I kissed her neck. “What?”
“You have to wear your uniform shirt on your next shift.”
With a laugh, I rolled her to face me. Her beautiful face was relaxed. Right now, she wasn’t worried or scared. I liked that a lot.
“I think it was worth it.” I nibbled on her lips. “So worth it. And once we’re back at the hotel, I want to fuck you while you’re only wearing a pair of your sexy heels.”
Her chest hitched.
“And nothing else.”
“I think that can be arranged,” she murmured. “Thanks for taking care of me, Everett. I know I don’t make it easy.”
“You’re just out of practice.” I kissed her again. I didn’t tell her that taking care of her was one of the easiest things I’d done.