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Piper
As soon asI’m given an opening to excuse myself from the table I hurry the room. I want to get there before Matthew to have a few minutes to myself before I have to deal with his advances. Being called out at the table put a bit of a dampener on the day, even though I know Vanessa meant well. She and Dad have both expressed their concern that I don’t seem to have any direction with my life, telling me time and again that I’m better than working as a waitress. I know they’re right, I know they care, but I haven’t been able to bring myself to chase what I really want and so I’ve been stuck in a rut since I finished high school.
Blowing out a sigh I flop onto my bed and reach for my cell phone, hoping for a bit of a distraction. I left it charging on the nightstand seeing as I didn’t really need it today. It’s not like anyone ever calls me anyway…
I flip on the display and I’m surprised to find that not only do I have a missed call, but in fact, I have thirty six missed calls, ten voice mails and seven text messages! What the hell?! Before I can go to my inbox to see who the hell has been trying so hard to get ahold of me another call comes in. The name Stew Bradford pops up on the display and my heart sinks. This is not what I need right now.
For a moment I consider ignoring it. I don’t owe my ex boyfriend anything, especially after the other night when he showed up at the bar half-drunk and spouting nonsense. I shift uncomfortably on the edge of the bed, imagining how pissed off he’s going to be already. He hated not being able to instantly get a hold of me when he called, which was just one of many reasons why I broke up with him. Blowing out an annoyed sigh I do the mature thing and answer the call. Even though I don’t want to talk to him, it’s worth it to keep the peace.
“Hello?” The hotel room door opens just as I put the phone to my head. My whole body goes stiff knowing that Matthew is going to be able to hear whatever I say. Oh boy, this is going to be awkward.
Just as I expect, Stew sounds downright livid. He doesn’t even return my greeting, he just launches into a diatribe about how worried he was about me and how inconsiderate I am for putting him through such a terrifying experience. At first all I can do is listen, bobbing my head and grunting ‘mhm’ at the appropriate moments. All the while I can feel Matthew’s eyes boring into my back.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cause you any distress,” I finally explain when he gives me the chance to say something.
“Well where are you? I drove by your house and nobody was there.” It amazes me that he has no idea what a creep he is. Who freaking does that because the person they tried to get in touch with didn’t answer after just a couple hours? Get a grip for fuck’s sake.
“Family trip up at the Moose Lodge. You know we go every year.” My patience is wearing very thing. This isn’t any of this business, but I want to hurry and get off the phone so I can focus on the real issue here; dealing with Matthew.
When Stew answers his tone is tight. “Is hethere?”
The question takes me by surprise. I know he’s talking about Matthew. His jealousy is ridiculous and misplaced, especially since we’re not dating anymore. That was his beef the other night, he didn’t like me living with Matthew. At the time I told him it shouldn’t matter, because we were steps and there was nothing between us. Well, that might have been true before, but now… I remember what we almost did this morning, what I know is on his mind tonight and I know that Stew has a right to be concerned. At least, if we were still dating he’d have that right. It’s one thing to worry about me when I don’t answer my phone, but another to get jealous of who I’m with, especially when all he knows for sure is that Matthew and I are old friends and that he’s now my stepbrother. He has no reason to suspect otherwise, except that he’s totally paranoid. Another of the many reasons we broke up.
Before I can say any of this or articulate any sort of response, Matthew snatches the phone out of my hand. “Sorry, whoever this is, Piper’s busy right now.” I watch in absolute shock as he not only hangs it up, but turns it off and then discards the phone on the bed behind him.
“What the hell was that!” I all but shriek, rising indignantly to my feet. “What gives you the fucking right to hang up on my friends?!”
I expect him to shout back at me, but all he does is tug me against his chest and wrap me in a tight embrace. I feel his cock pressing into my stomach and lust crashes into me, making me want to forget the whole thing and beg him to fuck me. With the last shred of dignity I have left, I try to pull away, fixing him with an angry glare.
“Oh no you don’t! I’m not some toy you can pick up and play with for a while, then discard when you get bored!” I’ve had about enough of this, I’m tired of being jerked around and I’m finally feeling strong enough and angry enough to tell him so. “You can’t tell me to stay away and then try to fuck me in the hallway! So either you want me or you don’t, but you better make up your—”
“I know,” he interjects gently, pulling me back close to him. I don’t resist, I’m too dumbfounded. Did he just agree with me? “I’m sorry, Piper,” he goes on, “I’m sorry for treating you that way.”
My lips part into a silent oh and I just stare at him, searching his face, trying to determine whether or not he’s telling the truth. Is this a sincere apology or is he just trying to get in my pants again? The look on his face, the softness in his gaze and the way his fingers tangle in my hair, tilting my head back so that my face is pointed upward all seem real enough. His need for me is evident, written across his face. There’s no denying that he’s telling the truth, he really is sorry.
“Matt,” I breath his name, having so many things I want to tell him, but he doesn’t give me the chance. Before I can say anything else he pushes his mouth against my lips in a powerful, charged kiss. With a moan I surrender to him again, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him back with every ounce of passion I possess.
