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Another growl escaped me. “Piper.”
“I don’t know what’s going on with you but I’m here. For whenever you’re ready. You can make love to me, fuck me, rip me open…” She tilted her head back. “Whatever you want. I just want to make you happy.”
“I…” A tremor of something unknown rushed through me. Instead of taking her up on her offer, I released her and jumped off the bed. Pacing back and forth, I shoved a hand through my hair, avoiding her eyes but needing her to look at me just the same.
“What’s wrong? What did I do?”
“Fuck, Piper.” I spun on her, making her jump. I blew out a slow breath, trying to take control of the sudden rage rushing through me. What the hell was going on with me? “First off…” I took another deep breath. “You don’t need to make me happy. Do you understand?”
“What?” She shook her head, her hair brushing her shoulders with the movement. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“I’m saying that I’m happy. I am happy. Yes, I’m fucked up. But I’m happy and no, you didn’t do anything wrong. You could never do anything wrong. I’m so fucking confused right now…I just…I need…” I didn’t know what I needed but this wasn’t right. She didn’t need to worry about making me happy because it didn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter. Her happiness came first and foremost. That was all I cared about. Nothing more. Nothing less. Her happiness was it.
“I don’t know what’s going on with you but you’re the one who suggested sex, Jaron.” Piper pulled the blankets up to her chest, shielding her nipples from me. A growl was on my tongue. A demand for her to not hide herself from me threatened to fall from my lips. But like the stupid ass that I was, I didn’t say shit.
“I need a moment,” I mumbled, leaving the room. Shutting the door behind me, I leaned against it and blew out a slow breath. It had been less than two days since I had been home. I thought that we would have a happy reunion and that would be it. But I was wrong. I was so very wrong.
Piper
I didn’t sleep wellafter Jaron left my room last night. I knew I had to have patience with him. I got it but it didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt any less.
“I’m fucked up.”
He had always been grumpy, saying exactly what was on his mind, but this time was worse. He changed and I understood why. Not that I needed him to be exactly the way he was before, but I did need him to see that we were meant to be together. He told me he felt he didn’t deserve me. It made me wonder if he still felt that way.
Letting out a hard sigh, I saw that it was pushing five in the morning. Brynn would be up in a couple of hours, if she wasn’t up already.
Not being able to sleep, I quietly made my way out into the living room.
Jaron was on the couch with his arm over his eyes.
I walked up to him and pulled the blanket off the back of the couch.
He dropped his arm, staring up at me.
No words fell between us. Instead, we had a silent conversation. One that neither of us could ever say no matter how much we tried.
He rolled over onto his side.
I sat on the couch and laid down, snuggling up to him and wrapping the blanket around us.
Jaron curled his arm around my middle, pulling me tight against him. He shifted, his body becoming tense.
“What is it?” I murmured.
“Take this off,” he demanded gently, giving the hem of my tank top a tug.
I stood from the couch and stripped completely.
He pulled his sweatpants off and tossed them to the floor.
Laying back down, the tiny hairs on my body tingled when his cock pressed up against my ass. But even though we were completely naked, he never took it further.
Jaron kissed the side of my throat, letting out a soft sigh, his body finally relaxed. Brushing the back of his knuckles down my side, he ran his hand back up to just beneath my breast. He repeated the movement, as if he was committing me to memory much like I had done when I touched his face earlier. His hand moved to my stomach, his fingers leaving light feathery touches.
My body tensed that he was touching a part of me that I had become self-conscious about ever since I gave birth to Brynlee.
“This is my favorite part of you,” he murmured, his deep voice so soft, I wasn’t sure I had heard him correctly. “Do you know why?”
