Page 62 of Kiwi

Kiwi

Waking early, I slide from the bed, then look back at Piper sound asleep, her long hair falling across her face. Reaching over, I brush my knuckles across her cheek, pushing her hair to the side. I watch her sleep, her lips slightly parted. How the fuck did I get so lucky? I peer over to where Chance is curled in his bed, snuggled beneath that damn old shirt. His head rises at the sound of one of the old wood floor panels creaking as I stroll across the room, stepping into the bathroom.

Reaching into the shower, I turn on the water. While the water warms, I brush my teeth. I start thinking about the past weeks since Piper and I became us and can't think of a time in my life I was happier than I am now. Nova and I are good too. The club is also back to normal. With Donovan sitting behind bars, and his bond denied due to him being a flight risk, we've gone back to our typical day to day without much worry. Of course, our guard can never go down completely. His involvement in the sex ring was part of a massive underground operation that ripped a gigantic hole in a much larger organization.

I rinse and spit, then place my toothbrush into a white ceramic cup, and smile. Usually, I would have tossed it back into the drawer, but a few days ago, Piper decided the bathroom needed a makeover, making it the only renovated room in the house. We painted the walls a dark grey, which I have to admit looks great with the white shower tiles. I hung one of those frameless shower doors for her too because she felt it would help open the small space, and admittedly it does. To save money, we painted the old vanity black and left the old wood flooring because it gives the home character.

I step into the shower and close my eyes, letting the hot water soak into my skin. I hear the glass door slide open, then shut, before slender arms embrace me from behind. Piper's palms rest on my chest, and I cover her hands with mine. "Good morning," she says, her voice husky from sleep.

Twisting, I face my woman, my cock already hard for her. She presses her wet body against mine. I brush her hair over her shoulder, exposing her neck. Leaning down, I run my lips across her skin, causing it to prickle, and she moans. I palm her breast. Dipping my head, I suck her taut nipple into my mouth, and her sharp gasp has my cock throbbing. Needing to taste her first, I sink to my knees. I groan at the sight of her pussy, then run my tongue through her center. Piper's fingers slide through my hair, her nails scraping against my scalp as she pulls me closer. My tongue swirls her swollen clit. "Tai," she moans. I slip two fingers inside her and feast on her delicious pussy until her slick walls contract, and Piper comes in my mouth. She shudders as I taste her pussy one last time. Standing, I pull back and look at my woman. Piper's eyes roam my body. Fisting my cock, she watches me stroke myself. She bites her lower lip. As much as I'd like to see those pink lips of hers wrapped around my cock, I need to be inside her. "Turn around."

Turning, Piper presses her palms against the shower wall. Teasing, she wiggles her ass, then spreads her legs and arches her back.

My fingertips trail her spine, and then my palm skims over her soft skin as I grip her hips. "God, you're beautiful. Fuckin' perfect." I sink into her. "Who do you belong to?" I pull out, then thrust, burying myself inside her once more.

"You, Tai. Only you." She breathes erratically.

I press my chest against her back, covering one of her hands with mine, anchoring myself and slipping my other hand between her thighs. Piper's head falls back against my shoulder as I rub her clit. Her hips rock back as I thrust forward. In tune with each other, we find our rhythm.

"I'm close," she moans.

"Come for me, babe." I feel her walls flutter before her pussy squeezes my cock. "Fuck." My body jerks with my release as Piper screams my name. It's always so fucking good. I won't ever get enough of her.

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I hold her close until our breathing levels out, then gently pull out. Spinning around, Piper faces me, wearing a lazy smile. "Good mornin'," I cover her mouth with mine.

"Is that going to be your usual way of saying good morning?" Piper's hands travel down my sides before gripping my ass. "Because I wouldn't mind this becoming a part of my daily routine," she sasses between kisses.

"Getting to taste your sweet pussy and having you come all over my cock sounds like the perfect way to start a day." I walk us back under the spray of water. I get lost in her for a bit longer before we finish our shower.

A short time later,chores are done, and I've made arrangements with Payton to drive out soon and pick Chance up to hang out at the clubhouse for a while today. Piper and I are loading up and heading north toward Hell's Punishers territory. Piper's mum invited her to the party her old man and the club are throwing for her birthday. Piper places the small gift she bought her mum the other day into a bag strapped to the back of my bike. "Do you think she'll like it?"

I kiss her forehead and place the helmet on her head. "Yeah, babe," I tell my woman and help her settle on the seat. Their relationship is still a work in progress, but Piper, being the kind person she is, didn't want to show up empty-handed. It's a handcrafted, blown glass hummingbird. It isn't extravagant in any way, but I'm sure Madison will be over the moon because her daughter gave it to her. Hell, what mother wouldn't? I remember finding shiny rocks as a kid and giving them to my mum. She would look at them as if they were diamonds and make a huge fuss over how beautiful they were. The memories make me smile. She kept every rock I ever gave her, placing them in glass jars that she still keeps on her bookshelves.

"What are you smiling about?" Piper asks.

"My mum."

"It's been a while since you've seen your family," she mentions, and it makes me miss them more.

"Maybe it's time I fly home for a visit," I tell her and slip my shades on over my eyes. "I want to take you with me."

Piper smiles at me, wide-eyed. "To New Zealand?"

I chuckle. "Yeah, babe. I want to show you where I grew up."

Her smile quickly turns into a frown. "Do you think your family will have a problem with us being together?"

"Why would they?" Piper's eyes fall to the ground, and she shrugs. It's not often I see my woman feeling unsure and worried about what others think of us. I don't like it. "Look at me," I touch her chin with my fingertip, and Piper lifts her face. Her hazel eyes lock with mine. "You've met my family before. They adore you."

"That was before, Tai."

"Trust me, babe. My Mum, Dad, and sisters will be over the moon that I have fallen hard on my arse in love with you." Dipping my head, I kiss her mauve painted lips, and she tastes like the caramel coffee creamer she uses. The flavor lingers on my tongue as I pull away. "You good?" I ask, and Piper gives me a smile that makes my chest ache. Being loved by Piper feels like I won the fucking lottery. She is the reason I breathe. I've killed men for her and would do it again—die for her if that's what it took to keep her safe. She doesn't know it, but, in the mornings, I watch her sleep—doing so brings me peace. In those quiet moments, my future is so clear. In her, I see everything: marriage, a family, growing old together, and I want it all.

"I'm good," she replies, pulling me from my thoughts. I swing my leg over my bike, and Piper slides forward, slipping her warm hands beneath my cut. My bike rumbles as I start her up, and we pull away from the house. The sun filtering through the pecan tree branches flicker like a disco ball as I drive down the long dirt road. I increase my speed as soon as we hit the open highway. Piper presses her body into me, and her long legs move forward. Dropping my arm, I reach back and wrap my hand around her calf. The warm air kisses my face as we cruise down the road, and all I can think is how fucking perfectly happy I am.

Several hours later,I'm standing outside the Hell's Punishers clubhouse smoking a cigarette alongside Crow and a few of his officers. I look around the yard, at the Harleys scattered around. Bikers, some with their women, are hanging around a massive pile of wood where they plan to have a bonfire later tonight. Like any other MC party, men are drinking and getting loud, and music plays through indoor and outdoor speakers. This is the second time I've stepped foot on their compound, which is much different than ours. Their clubhouse is a single level building, situated smack in the middle of a large piece of flat land. It's gated, surrounded by a barbed-wire fence. Our backdrop is the Mississippi River, neighbored by abandoned industrial buildings, where theirs is in the Delta farmlands. Crow's land is open, with no obstructions as far as the eye can see. Not much of a place to hide should someone be dumb enough to roll out here and start some shit. Smoke fills my lungs, and then I blow it out. "How many acres am I lookin' at—if you don't mind me askin'?" I gaze out at the property. The grass is lush and green. My eyes lift to the sunset sky.

"Twenty acres," Crow answers, and I let out a low whistle. "It's been in my family for generations. As I'm sure you know, the Hell's Punishers have been out here for years." I nod. From what we know, his grandfather established the club. The clubhouse door swings open, and Piper steps out, followed by Madison.