28. Dev
twenty-eight
dev
What Would Jesus Do?
S he goes silent at my words, her body coming to a complete halt, save for the way her back rises and falls with each labored breath.
She turns to look at me. “What?”
“Spend the night with me,” I repeat, the fear in my eyes mimicking hers but for a completely different reason. Fuck, say yes.
“Dev . . .”
“You can be on one side of the bed, and I’ll stick to the other. We can have pillows between us and I’ll wear my anti-cuddling suit.”
I can tell she’s holding back a smile. “Anti-cuddling suit?”
I nod. “It’s something I had custom-made for this very reason. It has spikes and an alarm that blares ‘Unauthorized Space Violation!’ so you won’t be tempted to touch me. I know how you just can’t help yourself.”
She turns her head so it hangs between her arms again before a chuckle bursts out of her, making her body shake in a fit of laughter. “Who are you and what have you done with my stoic, unfunny fiancé?”
“I’ve replaced him with this incredibly attractive guy with a big dick. The charm and humor he came with were a bonus.” As she giggles, I run my dick through her seam again, punctuating my point. “Which is why you should say yes, Piper.”
She looks back to catch my eyes. “Why?”
I shrug. “Sometimes you have to set yourself free, let go, in order to move forward.”
I see the moment she does it, the moment she lets go. It’s the same moment she nods with a “Yes,” and I slam inside her, filling her in one go.
We both groan as my head falls back, eyes closed. For a second, we barely move, the sensation is so intense, I’m already seeing stars behind my lids.
Or is that the fucking pulsing disco lights?
“God,” she groans. “No matter how many times you’ve been inside me, it always feels like you’re going to break me in half.”
Her eyes flick to Natalie in the cage, who’s now side-eyeing Piper while nervously munching on a piece of lettuce she’s holding between her paws.
“Don’t worry, Nat, rabbit dicks are much smaller. You’ll be fine.”
“Piper?” I rasp, breathing through the sensation. She feels so good, I can barely form a sentence. “I’m going to need you to stop talking to your rabbits now.”
She nods. “Okay. I just wanted to address Natalie’s concerned expression. To let her know that rabbit penises probably don’t come in different sizes like human ones. Not that I know much about rabbit penises?—”
“Piper?”
“Yeah?”
“For God’s sake, please shut up.”
“Okay.”
And with that, I pull back out and slam into her again, all the way to the hilt, making us both lose our breath. My eyes drop to where we’re connected, her ass against my thighs, the tips of my fingers burrowed into the sides of her hips, and the image has something wild unleashing inside me.
Pulling out halfway, I push inside her again.
“Fuck, Piper,” I exhale, as if I’m pleading with her. Though, I have no idea what I’m even begging for. “Jesus, you feel so good. I’m not going to be able to hold off that long, baby.”
Piper rolls her hips around me, and I use my grip on her hips to find a steady rhythm, drilling into her with so much force, you’d think I was trying to come out the other side.
My cock throbs each time it fills her. Every one of my senses feels overwhelmed. Submerged in her, in her body and in the way she makes me feel. Like I’m finally living.
“Want me to turn around so you can come all over my chest?”
Jesus Christ. Who is this girl?
I shake my head even though she can’t see me, wondering how the fuck I got the hottest woman—a sex goddess—to agree to go along with my crazy ass plan.
If only I can find a way to make her go along with another crazy plan . . . the one that ends with us being together forever. Because fuck, it’s the only forever I want.
“No, I need you to come first, sweetheart,” I say, plowing into her. “Don’t deprive me of seeing you come around my cock.”
Her ass shakes each time I pound her, but damn if she doesn’t jut it back against me, asking for more. My greedy little bride-to-be, giving as good as she gets, keeping in time with my rhythm.
I slap one of her cheeks hard before I pull myself out of her and sheath myself again.
“Oh, God,” she gasps as I thrust into her after yet another loud thwack against her pink ass, loving the way my handprint looks on it. “Dev, baby . . .”
Her tits swing over my rug and her hair brushes against it; the sight of her on all fours so erotic, I’m convinced I actually am filming a fucking porno.
For a second, I’m distracted by the thought of the rabbits watching us from different corners of their cage while the lights flash to the beat of “How Many Licks” by Lil’ Kim and Sisqo—Jesus, how much research did she do to create this playlist?—but I shove it aside as I grab both her ass cheeks, opening them up to take in her sweet puckered hole.
Fuck. So hot, I’m about to come just from looking at it.
I curl over her again as we both charge together toward the finish line. Finding her clit, I rub circles over it with my middle two fingers while ramming into her like a man possessed. “Do you realize how perfect you are?”
A rumbled moan escapes her. “My pussy, you mean?”
I lay kisses over her back. “No, baby. You. You’re perfect in every way.”
She might think my words are a product of the moment. That I’m just saying them because we’re fucking and it makes sense to, but she couldn’t be more wrong. She’s fucking perfect for me—weird rabbits, hairless cats, and all.
I finger her clit some more, picking up my pace while she pushes back against me, taking me in as far as I can go.
She moans, fisting the rug and looking up at her rabbit, who’s actually facing the other way, like he’s hoping we’ll simply cease to exist if he doesn’t look at us.
“Kevin.” She tries to get his attention. “Turn around so you can watch?—”
Her words are cut off when I pinch her hardened nub and slap her pussy, her cry reverberating through the room.
“Dev!” Her walls pulse around me, milking my dick, her thighs shaking. “I’m coming! ”
Her orgasm crests, pulling her under, sending a flush through her body. She’s so goddamn gorgeous when she comes.
I continue to pummel her, and even when her orgasm wanes, she continues to rock against me, helping me find mine. And I do, coming in long spurts inside her.
“I can feel your eyes on me. Are you imagining me naked again, Peter?”
“Yes.”
Her hushed voice an nearness stirs something inside me like it always does.
I grin up at the ceiling of my darkened room. “Didn’t you get an eyeful earlier, and then again inside the shower?”
She makes a humming noise. “Imagining you naked helps me sleep.”
If it’s even possible, my grin widens.
“I don’t know if I should be flattered or insulted that images of my naked body put you to sleep,” I tease, my voice low and husky in the stillness of the room.
“Definitely flattered,” she assures me, shifting against the silken sheets. “The last moments inside my head before I fall asleep are precious real estate. I don’t give that space away easily.”
I turn to my side to face her. She’s lying on the other side of my king bed, and while there are no pillows separating us, there’s way more space than I prefer between our bodies. The soft lights streaming through the curtains from the backyard dance across her features, casting shadows accentuating her cheekbones and the cupid’s bow above her lip .
I know her eyes are open, watching me in the darkness, but I can’t make out their green color.
“And I’m the lucky bastard who gets reserved space in that beautiful head of yours?” I ask, keeping my voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking any louder would shatter this serene moment between us.
She nods, keeping our eyes locked. The air thickens between us, and I so badly want to reach across and tug her to me, to breathe in her citrus scent and feel her warm body pressed against mine.
But I won’t. Not until I get a better indication of how it might be received.
After putting her rabbits back in her room, Piper and I came back here. Frankly, I’m still surprised she actually upheld her side of the bargain and agreed to stay the night. I mean, I did hold an orgasm over her head, but I was sure she was going to back out.
Before we got into bed, we took a shower together, where Piper dropped to her knees for me and I experienced the second most amazing orgasm of the night inside her mouth. I repaid her in kind once we got out of the shower, by setting her on the bathroom counter and eating her out until she was screaming my name once again.
“Do you think we traumatized them?” she asks, taking me away from the images spinning inside my head of her flushed cheeks, her hand fisted inside my hair, and the perfect “O” her lips formed when she came over my tongue.
Fuck, my dick is hard again.
“Who?” I ask, struggling to shift my thoughts.
“Natalie Nutbottom and Kevin. I feel like they might be traumatized by what they saw.”
“Or they learned a thing or two. Still, probably a good idea to find them a therapist. ”
“Maybe the vet will tell me why they refuse to be intimate. At this point, I’ve tried everything.”
My lips twitch. “Have you really, though? I mean, I don’t think you went far enough with the sex playlist, the club lighting, or forcing them to watch our live performance.”
“You’re right.” She nods thoughtfully, her deadpan voice matching my sarcasm. “I should have gotten some bunny lingerie for Natalie.”
“God, you’re weird. The weirdest, most intriguing girl I’ve ever met.”
“You sure about that?” Piper lifts on an elbow, resting her head in her palm. “Because from what I heard, your ex was pretty intriguing, too. I don’t want to believe the gossip rags, but did she actually become a nun?”
I puff out a short breath, caught off-guard by the change in topic. “What can I say? I have a type.”
She smiles, waiting for me to continue. It’s a topic that needs to be discussed; though, if I’m being honest, I’m surprised it took her this long to bring up. For months after Camila and I broke up, my life was plastered all over every gossip magazine in the country. I’m sure she read some version of our breakup in some magazine or online column.
“Camila and I grew apart after several years. It didn’t help that I was traveling so much for work and couldn’t devote the time to our relationship. In fact, we hadn’t been intimate for months toward the end. Even still, I thought we were going to get married. But when I came back from one of my trips, Camila was waiting for me in my living room. Her stuff was packed and she told me she’d found a higher calling.”
Piper reaches for my hand, tangling it with her own, before scooting closer to me. She places her head on my chest and drapes her leg over my thighs.
She’s wearing those tiny sleep shorts I’m so fucking crazy about, but in this position, I can finally fulfill my fantasy of palming her ass through them.
“I’m sorry. That couldn’t have been easy for you.”
“It’s not every day your girlfriend cheats on you with Jesus.”
Piper’s silent for a second before her body shakes against mine with laughter. “Well, I guess this answers the age-old question of ‘What would Jesus do?’ Looks like he’d steal your girlfriend.”
She crosses herself, looking at the ceiling and asking for forgiveness, but I can’t help but laugh, pulling her closer into my arms the way I’ve been wanting to for so long.
We’re quiet for a few moments when I decide to turn the tables on her. “What about you?”
She draws circles over my bare chest with the tip of her finger. “What about me?”
“Have you ever had a serious relationship?”
The thought of someone else holding her, touching her, kissing her the way I do bothers the fuck out of me, but I’ve always wanted to understand more about the way she ticks, what and who formed this version of Piper Parker in my arms.
“I had a steady boyfriend in high school. Andrés. But we broke up when I told him I wanted to go to beauty school instead of college.” She’s quiet for a moment, but I suspect she has more to say. “He said he couldn’t see himself with an uneducated airhead long-term.”
It’s as if all the lightheartedness in the room fades at once. My jaw hardens and the hand I was running through her hair freezes in its spot. I lift her chin so she can meet my furious eyes. “He was a dick, Piper.”
She nods, giving me one of her it’s-no-big-deal smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “Oh, I know. Because look at what he missed out on. I’m a fucking prize.”
“Piper,” I say, not liking the sarcasm in her tone. “You are a fucking prize. You’re the most intelligent, incredible, and witty girl I’ve ever met. Surely, you wouldn’t let one asshole’s words fester inside your head.”
A flicker of vulnerability cuts through her usually confident exterior. “No, but there was a bigger asshole who said those same things to me probably as far back as my memories go.” She lays her head back on my chest. “I used to call him dad.”
Jesus. What the fuck?
My anger surges, that deep protectiveness I have for this girl rising to the surface as her words sink in. I knew she wasn’t close to her dad, but now I want to punch the lights out of him.
I pull her off me, laying her on the pillow so I am hovering over her. My fingers nestle in her hair while my other hand cups her face.
“Peter, listen to me,” I say, my voice low and unwavering. “You are extraordinary. The kind of person people wish to be. You’re so fucking talented?—”
“That’s not what you said after your last haircut, mister,” she teases, trying to lighten the mood again because, God forbid, she just takes a compliment for once and not make a self-deprecating joke.
“—funny and sharp. But beyond all that, you’re kind and thoughtful. Until you, I’d never met a single person as beautiful on the inside as they are on the outside. You’re a fucking force of nature. A beautiful, and slightly insane, storm, sure,” I say, making her giggle. “But there isn’t a single thing I’d change about you. You’re perfect.”
I pause, making sure she really hears me.
“These voices inside your head telling you otherwise? They’re liars and assholes. They don’t have an ounce of the aptitude and charisma you hold in your pinky. They don’t know you . . . not the way I do. So, believe me when I tell you, there isn’t a person like you out there.”
Her eyes glisten, bouncing against mine, before she reaches up and pulls my lips to hers. She kisses me with abandon, both fiercely and tenderly, like it’s the only way she can express everything she feels but can’t say out loud.
My heart thunders inside my chest. The words I’ve been holding back press against my lips, and I’m sure she can taste them on my tongue. Words I can’t hold back much longer, but ones I’ll keep to myself for now.
That I’m irrevocably in love with her.