Chapter 33

Everett

Iunlocked the door and let us into Piper’s suite.

She’d been quiet. I could tell she was tired, worried, and drained.

“I’m going to get us some food and make you a hot drink.” I set my keys down on the kitchen counter. “Why don’t you have a hot shower and change?”

She met my gaze briefly and nodded.

“Remember to cover your stitches so they don’t get wet.”

“Yes, Dad.”

I watched her go, worry gnawing at me. I was so used to take-charge Piper. I hated seeing her so upset.

I made some hot chocolate but held off ordering food. I wasn’t sure if she’d eat anyway. Once I filled a mug, I glanced at the bedroom. I could hear the shower running and she still hadn’t reappeared.

Carrying the mug into the bedroom, I set it down on the bedside table and walked to the bathroom. Steam filled the room and I saw Piper in the shower stall.

She was standing there, arms at her sides, looking at the water swirling down the drain. My heart clenched. Damn, I wanted to take away all her pain. I wanted to see her smile. I wanted to hear her snapping orders at someone over the phone.

I quickly shed my clothes and stepped into the shower. She startled and looked up. She hadn’t even realized I was in the room.

“Hey.” I wrapped my arms around her.

She burrowed in, and together, we stood under the hot spray.

“I can’t get warm. I keep seeing Chance… I keep seeing his blood on my hands.”

“Shh. Just let it all go for now.” I tipped some of her flowery shower gel onto my palm. Then, I took my time smoothing it over her skin. I wanted to soothe her, help her realize that she was safe. “I’ve got you.”

“No one ever has before,” she whispered.

But I did. And I would forever if she’d let me.

Fuck, I was way past falling for Piper Ellis.

I’d hit the ground hard. I was crazy for her.

Not the glossy, sometimes bossy and terrifyingly smart executive.

I liked that Piper and her high heels, but I also liked the other side of her.

The loving daughter, sister, and granddaughter, the real woman she didn’t show everyone.

Still, I knew Windward wasn’t for her. And it was my home.

I shoved that thought away for now.

“One day, you’re going to stop looking so surprised about someone looking out for you.” I washed her all over, then got some shampoo and worked it into her hair. She was quiet and still, tipping her head back, letting me wash her.

Finally, I shut the shower off and led her out. I wrapped her in one of the hotel’s fluffy towels. With a second towel, I dried myself off quickly and slung it around my hips. Then I took my time drying her off.

With the towel still around her, I nudged her into the bedroom. When she sat on the edge of the bed, I pushed the mug of hot chocolate into her hands.

“Drink. It’s probably going cold.”

“You’re always making me drink hot things.” She sipped.

I stood over her, watching. “Drink it all.”

When she rolled her eyes at me, I took that as a sign she was feeling a little better.

“Do you want something to eat? I can order us something.”

She shook her head. “This was enough. I…couldn’t manage anything else.”

“Then into bed.”

I got her under the covers, then headed out to turn off the fireplace and the lights. When I got back to the bedroom, I slid into the bed on the other side. She instantly pressed into me.

“Sleep now.” I pressed my face to her hair.

She shook her head and I felt one of her hands drifting down my stomach.

I grabbed her wrist. “Piper…”

“I need you.” She tipped her face up.

“You need sleep.”

“I need you more.”

Those words arrowed into me. A week ago, I knew it was something she wouldn’t have said to anyone. I let her take my mouth. There was a hint of something in her kiss, like she was trying to erase the day, trying to outrun whatever emotions were coursing through her.

I didn’t care. Whatever she needed, I’d give it to her. I’d be her port in the storm.

I rolled her under me and took the kiss deeper. Her nails dug into my back and she moaned into my mouth.

It was too late for me.

I was in love with Piper and I couldn’t pull back, even if I wanted to.

If I said the words, I knew she’d panic, or look at me with shock, or worse, sympathy. I couldn’t say them out loud. I let my hands slide down her body, tracing her curves. But I could show her.

I could make as many memories as I could, so I had them to hold onto when she was gone.

Our kisses got heated. I shoved the covers out of my way, then slid my hands behind her knees. I pushed her legs up and out and listened to her husky gasp. Then I buried my face in her pretty, slick pussy.

“Everett.” Her hands sank into my hair, tugging hard. I licked her and she rocked her hips against mouth.

I drank in the taste of her, stabbing my tongue deep, loving every needy sound she made.

She was getting close, and so was I. I needed to be inside her.

I reared up and grabbed a condom.

“Hurry,” she panted.

I rolled it on my throbbing cock. Need was riding me hard, and with no skill or finesse, I pinned her to the bed. I’d wanted to be romantic, to go slow.

That wasn’t an option anymore.

I was inside her in an instant.

“God, yes.” She arched into me, her nails digging into my arms.

Her pussy clenched on my cock. I slid an arm around her to keep her in place, my other arm resting on the bed so I didn’t crush her. Then I thrust into her—hard, rough, and fast.

As I rode her, I kept my gaze locked on her flushed face. I tilted my hips and she cried out. Her nails scratched down my back and I fucked her harder. Her gaze never left mine.

“Find it, Piper.”

Her lips parted, her chest was rising and falling fast.

“Piper, fuck, so good,” I groaned.

Her pussy clenched on my cock. With a sharp cry, she started coming.

Thank Christ. With another heavy thrust, my own climax slammed into me. I groaned through it, my body shuddering as she milked me.

Finally, I rolled off her and collapsed onto my back. She curled into me, pressing kisses to my chest. We were both breathing hard.

“Now can you sleep?” I rasped.

“I think so.” She kissed my slick shoulder. “You know, I always knew you’d be good with your hands, but it’s a hard choice to decide if you’re better with your hands or your mouth.”

I looked down at her. She was smiling. Her hair was damp, her lips swollen, and her blue eyes were bright with happiness. I slid my hand up and cupped her breast. When I flicked my finger over her nipple, it pebbled.

“Maybe you need some more experience with both for you to decide.”

She bit her lip. “Maybe I do.”

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