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“Well this is not what I expected,” Brett deadpans, and his wife snorts, leaning over her sister. “He’s stolen all of our women.”
“Aw, look at little baby Fitz,” Carla coos, making motions with her fingertips like she’s pinching tiny cheeks. “And little baby Piper.” My eyes find Piper two rows behind me, her hair blonder than I remember, donned in her signature purple, and Penny laughs again.
“Personally, the blonde was not my favorite.” She tugs on one of her sister’s curls. “But don’t forget the baby Alex.” She reaches between us, pointing out an uncomfortable looking blonde next to Piper, who seems to be getting harassed by…
“Andy,” Alex says with a scoff, snatching the picture and handing it to the men waiting at the doorway. “Feast your eyes, boys, look at all that middle school glory.” Together, they inspect the photo, and Brett smiles, looking up at me.
“You had braces.”
“So did you,” Penny retorts, scooting off the bed and back over to her husband. Carla follows, taking the picture from Dylan’s hand before he can look too close and find her where I’d spotted her, half-distracted by the s’more she was downing.
“I’ll take this, thanks very much,” she says, at the same time Dylan says “Hey!” “For the reunion.” She sticks the picture in her back pocket, glancing around the bedroom. “Any more where that came from?”
“I’ll ask Mom to take a look.” Piper leans back on her hands, looking at the group in the doorway. “We’re right behind you, this one just needs to change.” She tilts her head toward me, and Alex eyes the shirt at the end of the bed.
“Vic was not kidding when he said-"
This time, I lob a Tootsie Roll pillow at her, purposefully missing so her husband doesn’t pummel me, and she holds her hands up, laughing. Piper points at the door. “Out, all of you. We’ll see you there.”
They all crowd out the door, Carla the last one out, and as she latches it shut I swear I hear her say “Make good choices!” When I turn, Piper is scrubbing the back of her neck, head bent forward.
“I hate all of them.”
“No you don’t.” I jostle into her shoulder playfully, and she collapses back on the bed with a huff. I lay back with her, joining my hands over my chest, staring at the ceiling fan that desperately needs to be dusted.
“How much did they tell you?” she asks after a minute. I sigh.
“Enough.” I tilt my head to look at her. “When I asked if they hurt you, I didn’t mean it as the understatement of the century.” She huffs a laugh. “I’m serious.” I swallow. “It’s a miracle you’re not in a mental institution somewhere after the shit they put you through. All of you.” She squints, meeting my eye.
“Who told you about my grippy sock vacation?” I can tell she’s joking, but something about her tone tells me it may not be completely untrue. I stick a pin in that for later. Her hand reaches out, tugging on one of my belt loops. “Not fragile.”
And fuck. The movement of my pants rubs against me, and without warning, my cock twitches. It’s hard to miss at this angle, and I know she saw it because she sucks in a quick breath. I look anywhere but at her - up at the dirty fan, over to her desk and the neat stack of yearbooks, even to the fucking Nick Jonas shrine.
“You know I don’t think you’re fragile,” I say after a moment, willing myself to ignore how close we are, how weird it is to be in her bedroom and this close to her. She asked me a serious question, and all my body can do is act like a horndog.
“Really?” I look at her, then. Her smile has changed. Gone is the happy go lucky grin. Wicked, teasing Piper is here. “Prove it.” My mouth goes dry, and I feel my body react immediately - my skin pebbles, and I’m half hard just from seeing that expression on her face. “Did you hear me?” she asks after a second. “I said-"
I cut her off with a kiss so wild that when I pull away, we’re both panting. She looks at me, one hand on my neck, the other propping herself up, chest heaving. Before I can get carried away, I push off the bed, and she starts to protest. I cross the room, clicking the lock on the door as quietly as I can before turning back. Her mouth snaps shut, and she smiles again, that same, wicked smile.
“I want to show you just hownot fragileI think you are,” I start, leaning halfway against the door and watching her lashes flutter as she looks at me. “But I don’t want to mess up that makeup and hair you already had to redo today.”
Something in her face changes, and she bites at her lower lip. “That might be the sexiest thing you’ve ever said.”
I laugh, crossing back over to her and pulling her up to her knees on the bed, bringing my face down to hers as I work at my belt with one hand. She nips at my lower lip and I gasp, pulling back and looking down at her. Swollen lips, blue eyes staring up at me.
Fuck, I want those lips wrapped around my cock so bad, but I want to feel her come around me even more.
“Hands and knees, we need to be quick.” Her eyebrows practically hit her hairline as she gazes up at me like I’ve gone crazy. “Piper, hands and-"
She’s scrambling before I can finish, turning on the comforter while I pull out the condom I’d been wishful enough to stash in my wallet last weekend. She falls forward, catching herself on her hands, and I work open my pants, letting my other hand trace down the curve of her back, down, over the bodice and to where it ends above her hips. She arches into my touch, and I flick back the skirt of her gauzy dress, hitching my finger under the tan bike shorts beneath and inching them down.
“Fuck me.” I hiss when I catch the lacy green underwear with my finger too, pulling it all down at once. Piper looks over her shoulder, that wicked smile on her face. This very well may be my favorite position yet, with her leaning down on her forearms, thick thighs pressing back toward me. I tear open the condom, and while I roll it on, already hard and aching, I trail a finger through her wet pussy, bringing it to my mouth to lick it clean, all while she watches. A barely-audible whimper escapes her, and I quirk a brow at her, pressing my thumb into her clit. “Are you going to be able to keep it down?” Her eyes narrow, and I laugh, steadying my dick in one hand and gripping her hip with the other.
“I can be quiet, you know.”
I scoff. There’s a reason we haven’t fucked around at her apartment, aside from lazy morning sex under the sheets with one hand pulling her bare back to my chest and the other covering her mouth.
“Could have fooled me.” Before she can bite back with another comment, I sink into her, burying myself in one quick move and then stilling. Fuck, I feel like a teenager, being in this room, with a girl I’d fantasized about more than once, my cock buried in her while her back arches and her mouth opens in a silent moan. She pushes against me, and my hands vice grip around her hips, stilling her. “Don’t,” I seethe through gritted teeth, and with her breathing erratic, she stares back at me over her shoulder, the dark curls that are still loose cascading over her neck.
