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“Piper,” he groans, “say it.”
I don’t know what I expect next, but it isn’t for him to shift around and then for me to feel the head of his cock against my center. Letting out a whimper, I try to sink down along his length, but he doesn’t let me. His fingers around my throat flex again.
He slams my hips down but keeps me fully seated and unable to move. I suck in a breath, my entire body trembling as I wait for what is going to happen next. His hand leaves my waist, and his fingers are between my legs again.
It’s too much.
The way he touches me, I don’t think I can stay like this without moving. And now he’s holding my throat so tightly that I can’t even speak. Opening my mouth, I try to say it. I’m going to just appease him. I should have the first time he demanded it. I know better than that, but I still wanted to hold back.
“Kyle,” I whisper.
He releases my throat, wraps his hands around my waist, and picks me up before he slams me down. Over and over, until I come—hard. And when I do, I shout his name, my body covered in a light sheen of sweat from the now setting sun.
Instantly, I feel sick saying his name. He doesn’t deserve it from me. He’s earned nothing. He’s only delivered heartaches. Pain. And disappointment. Though, perhaps it’s all my fault. I placed an unfair expectation on him—unfair hopes and dreams.
ChapterTwenty-Three
ITCH
I decideto grill dinner while Piper cleans up from us fucking on a blanket in the middle of the backyard. I don’t know if she was embarrassed or not by the very public display, but she didn’t say anything and she came, so I decide not to ask her about it.
“What are you doing?” Piper asks as she opens the back porch door from the bedroom.
Looking back over my shoulder, I give her a small smile. “Making dinner,” I state before I shift my attention back to the grill.
I’ve got some steaks that we bought at the store, broccoli, and a couple of baked potatoes on the grill.
“Dinner?” she asks as she moves closer to me.
I can feel her body heat close to my back, but she doesn’t reach out to touch me, not that I expect her to. She’s good and pissed off at me, I know she is, and as much as I want to demand that she not be, I can’t even imagine how I would feel if the tables were reversed.
“Dinner,” I confirm just as my phone vibrates in my pocket. Taking it out, I look down at the screen and inwardly curse. “You good?” I ask as I answer the call.
“I heard a noise,” she whimpers.
“Call the cops,” I grunt.
There is a moment of silence, then I hear her exhale a short breath, attempting to sound scared, sad even. “Please, Itch. I’m really scared. I don’t know anything about this town. I have nobody to call. I’m terrified.”
Bullshit.
This bitch is not scared of a fucking noise.
“I doubt you are,” I grunt.
I think about telling her to fuck all the way off, but I’m afraid she’ll call Duke and bitch about me. I still need him. Cyrus isn’t dead yet, and neither are Raul or Dutch. So, I do something that goes against my gut feelings.
“I’ll be there in a few,” I say before ending the call and shoving my phone into my pocket.
Checking the food, I am thankful it’s at least finished, even if I won’t be able to enjoy it. Loading it onto a tray, I walk inside of the house, with Piper close behind.
“I have to go out for a while. You go ahead and eat. I’ll be back in a bit,” I call out as I set the tray on the kitchen counter, then turn to face her.
Piper stands at the small dining room table and chairs, her wide eyes focused on mine as she watches me for a moment. She opens her mouth, then closes it before she presses her lips together in a straight line.
She no doubt wants to ask me about where I’m going, but she doesn’t. Instead, she gives me a single nod as I gather my keys before walking out of the door. Climbing onto my bike, I curse myself and this entire situation.
It doesn’t take me long to get there, and when I climb the stairs, the door flies open, and she stands in front of me wearing nothing but a bra and panties.
