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Piper
WHEN I LEFThis bed, I wondered where I’d gone wrong. Why life was throwing these curveballs at me. At us. Why had it decided to play these evil tricks on my heart?
I was happy. Content.
And thenheshowed up.
I was in another country and he still found me. Was he looking for me? Did he even know I existed before he sat down across from me at the little café in Paris?
“Piper.”
My name on his tongue was like a kiss to the back of my neck. The deep timbre slid over my body, touching every inch of me. Inside and out.
“You know who I am,” I said, allowing my eyes to rake over his large form. The leather cut he was wearing did nothing to hide the muscles beneath it.
I remembered him from when I was a girl, but now I was looking at him with the eyes of a woman.
“Of course I know who you are.” He sat forward, his smoky-gray eyes dropping to the cleavage poking out from my shirt. “Are you on vacation?”
“Backpacking.” I noticed his full lips, my mouth watering at what it would be like to kiss him.
It had been years since I had seen Jaron Mercer. Probably since before I even hit puberty. But the way he was looking at me now made me realize that I was no longer the little girl he used to tease with the other boys we grew up with.
“Your parents let you come here by yourself?” He raised an eyebrow and licked along his full bottom lip.
Heat rushed through me, my heart picking up speed at the small movement. “Who says I’m alone?”
He smirked, causing dimples to form in his cheeks.
Letting out a slow breath, I reached for my glass of water with a shaky hand. “Areyouon vacation?” I asked, taking a sip of the cold liquid.
His smirk grew. “I was here on business, but now I think I’ll add some pleasure to this trip.”
“What kind of pleasure?” I asked, suddenly curious about the man I no longer knew.
As soon as that question left my mouth, the rest of the night ended up in a blur.
Every part of me tingled with the memory of him touching me. Kissing me.Consumingme.
I looked back at the man lying in the bed. The white sheets hung low on his hips, the large tattoo of a skull with horns moving slightly on his back with each breath he took.
My hands tingled, itching to reach out to him and crawl back into his warmth. But I couldn’t. As much as I didn’t want to, I had to get home. I had to get away from the man who would destroy everything I knew and save me just the same.
Piper
IT ALL STARTEDwith a look.
A touch here. A wink there. A smirk. And then dimples. Those damn dimples. They got to me every time. And the way he looked at me; like I was the only one who existed in his world even though I knew it wasn’t true. It couldn’t be. Our relationship, if you could call it that, was toxic. It wasn’t real. It was never real. It was just a fantasy that I made up in my head. We could never be together. Although, the sex was very real. The feelings I had for him, however, were not. I refused to feel anything for the man who came to me in my dreams.
When I slipped out of the hotel room almost five weeks ago in Paris, I never expected to run intohimagain. Even though we grew up together as kids, I hadn’t seen Jaron Mercer in years. Not until he showed up out of nowhere when I was backpacking through Europe and happened to make a stop in Paris. It was a small world when he sat down in front of me at the little café I’d come across. We talked for half an hour before we crashed into his hotel room and he bent me over the nearest surface.
“You’re going to remember me for the rest of your life.”
And I would. My body clenched, aching to be filled by him again even though I knew he was dangerous for me.
Jaron was more than your typical bad boy. Besides being a member of his father’s motorcycle club, you wouldn’t know just howbadhe actually was until it was too late. With those silver-gray eyes of his and those damn dimples, I didn’t know just how lethal he could be until he had me screaming his name and begging for more.
“Ride my dick, Piper. Give it to me good and hard. I want my cock to motherfucking ache because of you.”
