Chapter 8
CALLUM
My hand’s already in Piper’s pants, finding her soaked and aching for it. She moans against my other hand, eyes fluttering shut as I slide two fingers deep inside her.
“Shhh,” I growl against her ear.
She nods, her hips bucking as I slide a third finger in. She’s so fucking wet and responsive, clenching around my fingers as I work her.
I can feel her getting close, her breaths coming faster against my palm. But she’s moaning too loud, even with my hand over her mouth.
I pull my fingers out of her pussy and she whimpers, her eyes snapping open in protest.
“I see you’re having a hard time being quiet,” I say.
I lean over to the nightstand, grabbing a red bandana. Her eyes widen as I fold it into a strip.
“Open your mouth,” I command, and she parts her lips, letting me tie the bandana around her mouth, securing it at the back of her head.
I slide off the bed, grabbing my leather belt hanging on the wall. I loop it around her neck like a leash. I tug lightly, testing her, and she arches her neck, following the pull.
“That’s it, darlin’”
My hands grip my flannel she’s wearing. With a rough yank, I tear it open, buttons popping and scattering. My fingers dig into the waistband of her sweatpants—my sweatpants—and I rip them down. The bed creaks, and I know it’ll be too loud for what I’m about to do.
“Bed’s too noisy. We’re taking this to the floor.”
I tug the belt, guiding her off the bed.
“On your knees,” I order, stepping back to stand across the room. “You know, when I’m training livestock, we keep them in line with control and clear command. You’re gonna follow my commands now. Crawl to me.”
She lowers herself to her hands and knees, moving slowly across the hardwood floor. The sight of her crawling, the belt swaying slightly around her neck… it’s too fucking hot.
When she reaches me, I tilt her chin up.
“Touch yourself,” I say. “Show me how much you want this.”
Her hand slides between her thighs, fingers circling her clit, and a muffled moan escapes through the bandana. It’s too loud again.
“Quiet,” I hiss.
She keeps her eyes locked on mine as she works herself, but she’s too lost in it to stay quiet. I untie the bandana, letting it fall to the floor. I shove down my sweatpants, kicking them off along with my shirt, stripping myself bare. I guide her head toward my cock.
“Now suck,” I say, pressing my cock against her lips. “This will keep you quiet.”
She takes me into her mouth, her tongue swirling, and a moan vibrates around me. So fucking hot I nearly lose it. I guide her with the belt, controlling the pace.
“That’s it. Take my cock.”
I let her suck until I’m ready to pull out. I tug the belt, pulling her to her feet, and quickly retie the bandana around her mouth before guiding her back down to the floor.
“Climb on top of me. I want you to ride me.”
She straddles me and slides down onto my cock. I hold the belt taut in my hand, controlling her movements.
“You feel so fucking good,” I groan, keeping my voice low. “I’d love to punish you for those moans earlier, spank that perfect ass, but we can’t wake my sister, can we?”
She shakes her head, her muffled whimpers driving me wild.
I pull the belt slightly, restricting her breath just enough to make her eyes widen. I release it, letting her gasp softly through the gag.
“You love this, don’t you?”
She nods, taking me deeper. Her breasts bounce as she rides me, and I can’t resist leaning up to suck a nipple into my mouth. She moans through the gag, too loud again, and I tug the belt, a silent warning.
“Quiet,” I growl.
I flip her over, positioning her on her hands and knees, the belt still around her neck. I enter her from behind, one hand at her ass, the other holding the belt taut.
“I could fuck you so hard this whole cabin would shake. But we gotta keep quiet, don’t we?”
She nods, her body rocking back against me. I feel her tighten, her climax building, and I pull the belt just enough to heighten it.
She comes hard, her body shuddering, a stifled cry muffled by the bandana. The feel of her sends me over. I spill into her as I grip the belt tighter, my body shaking with release.
“Take every fucking drop while I choke you.”
We collapse together, the belt hanging loose around her neck. I untie the bandana, letting it fall, and pull her to me by the belt.
“You’re trouble,” I say.
She smirks, and I know this won’t be the last time we risk everything for each other.
I pull on my jeans and ease the door open quietly, making my way to the bathroom.
Mackenzie is standing in the hallway. Just standing there. Staring at me.
Fuck.
“How long were you awake?” I ask.
“Not long.” Her arms are crossed. “What are you doing in the bedroom?”
Think fast. “There aren't many places to hang out in this cabin.”
“Exactly.” Her voice is cold. “Which is why you should leave.”
Mackenzie's eyes shift over my shoulder and I watch her expression change. Confusion. Then realization. Then fury.
I thought I’d closed the bedroom door all the way, but the place is old. The door must’ve drifted open an inch.
And that’s all it takes.
Through the narrow gap, I see Piper. She’s standing there in my flannel shirt and nothing else, her hair a mess from my hands.
She looks thoroughly, completely fucked.
And Mackenzie sees it all.
“Wait. Were you in there with Piper?”
“Mackenzie…” I start.
“Oh my God.” She takes a step back, staring at us both like we're strangers. “Did you just have sex?”
Piper calls out. “Kenz, wait.”
“What the fuck is going on?” Mackenzie's voice rises with each word. “You with him? With CALLUM? My brother?”
“Let me explain.” Piper moves forward but Mackenzie holds up a hand.
“Don't. Just... don't.” She's looking at me now, and the hatred in her eyes is worse than anything I've seen before. “You son of a bitch. This is what you do? You seduce my best friend?”
“It wasn't like that.”
“Then what was it like?” She whirls on Piper. “How long has this been going on? Since you got here? Before that?”
“Since the storm.” Piper's voice is shaking.
“Since the storm. And you couldn’t even give me a heads up that you were fucking my brother?”
“Don't talk to her like that,” I snap.
“I'll talk to her however I want! She's supposed to be my best friend! And you, you're even worse than I thought. Coming here, hiding out, and then when Piper shows up you just… what? Saw an opportunity?”
“That's not what happened.”
“Then what did happen, Callum? Enlighten me.”
My jaw clenches. “We were stuck here together.”
“So you took advantage of her.”
“I didn't take advantage of anyone.”
“Really? Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you saw my vulnerable, stressed-out best friend and decided to make your move.”
“That's not…” I stop, taking a deep breath. “You don't know what you're talking about.”
“Don't I?” She turns to Piper. “Did he play the wounded, misunderstood cowboy? Make you feel sorry for him?”
Piper looks at me, and I see the panic in her eyes. She doesn't know what to say or how to explain this mess we've created.
But I do.
I know exactly what this is. What she is to me.
“I love her,” I say.
Piper's eyes go wide. Mackenzie's mouth drops open.
“What?” they both say at the same time.
“I love her,” I repeat, looking at Piper now. Only at Piper. “I'm in love with her. That's what this is.”
“You're insane,” Mackenzie says.
“I've known her for years. Every time you brought her around. So no, this isn't me taking advantage. This is me finally admitting that I want someone. And I'm not going to apologize for it.”
“You love her.” Mackenzie's voice is flat, disbelieving.
“Yeah. I do.”
“And you?” She looks at Piper. “What about you? Do you love him?”
Piper's eyes are on me. Her mouth opens, closes. No words come out.
The silence stretches.
And my heart starts to sink.
“Piper?” Mackenzie presses. “Do you love my brother?”
“I…” Piper's voice cracks. “I do.”