Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Only when I felt her relax against the couch did I pull away, trying to stay calm but having a really fucking hard time of it. The sight of her post-climatic high covering her face had my entire body strung tight. I wanted to come, but not here, not now. This was about her, about Pyper finding her desire, about me finally experiencing it, because she willingly gave it to me.
I stared at her as I licked my lips, the act obscene, but again, I couldn’t fucking help it. Her flavor was addictive, and I’d never get enough.
Every part of me was on fire, but as if someone doused me with a bucket of cold water, the sound of the back patio door of the main house sliding open spilled across me. I held my breath, looking at Pyper.
“Pyper? Honey, where are you?” The sound of her mother, Maura St. James, came through and was an instant buzzkill, not just of the alcohol I’d consumed, but of the pleasure I’d gotten eating Pyper out.
She held her finger up to her mouth and motioned for the universal sign to be quiet. A part of me was a bit wounded, my ego—no, not that, but my heart—thinking she was embarrassed, ashamed to be seen with me.
She must have seen the look on my face, because a second later, she leaned in and kissed me softly, her warm breath fanning along my mouth. “I don’t want her finding out like this. I want them to know the right way,” she whispered against my mouth.
I didn’t know what she meant by that, but I knew what I wanted it to mean.
That she wanted me as fiercely as I wanted her. That this wasn’t a one-off encounter. That she loved me….
Okay, the last part was a stretch, but a guy could hope for a fucking miracle.
I reached out and tangled my hand in the back of her hair, bringing he head closer so I could kiss her good and proper. She didn’t even care that her flavor was on my tongue, and said tongue was thrusting sexually into her mouth. In fact, she moaned softly and sucked on the muscle, drawing it in deeper.
“Pyper?” her mother called out again, and that was when I forced myself to pull away. I didn’t want anyone finding out this way either.
The sound of Maura coming toward the pool had us both straightening.
“Are you in there?” Maura called out, and I knew if I didn’t hide, she’d catch me in here with her daughter, her daughter who currently wasn’t wearing any shorts.
Pyper shoved me toward the back hallway, and I had to adjust my still hard dick in order to walk comfortably. I just made it into the bedroom and had the door partially closed when the sound of the pool house door opening rang through the interior. There was a moment of silence before I heard the muffled voice of Maura talking.
“Pyper?”
“Yeah, I’m here.” A second later, light flooded down the hallway as no doubt her mother flicked on the light.
“What are you doing in the dark?”
Pyper cleared her throat. “Just finished getting dressed after my swim.” Another moment of silence.
“Why didn’t you get dressed in the house?”
“I like it out here; you know that,” Pyper said. “Besides, I didn’t want to drip all over the floor on my way to the room.”
Mrs. St. James made a low sound of understanding. “Well, come on. Your father ordered Marco’s for dessert. He wants to watch that ridiculous reality show you got him hooked on.”
“Coming.” There was a second I held my breath, not sure if Mrs. St. James would catch me back here, but after what seemed like an eternity, the light went off and the sound of them leaving and shutting the door behind them filled my ears.
I walked over to the window and pulled back the corner of the curtain, watching them head inside. Right before Pyper entered through the patio door, she stopped and looked over her shoulder at me, a smile on her face. And I couldn’t help it.
I lifted my hand and placed it over my heart. What I felt wasn’t because of the fact that I finally kissed Pyper, or that I finally tasted her.
It wasn’t even that I finally knew those looks she’d given me all those times, the ones I secretly prayed weren’t me projecting my own desires, meant more than I ever imagined
It was her smile right before she entered the house, one that spoke volumes, that told me without a word being spoken that she was mine.
Chapter Seven
Pyper
I’d just stepped into the kitchen, and I heard my mother and father coming closer. It was their anniversary tonight, and as always with my parents, they went overboard in celebrating. I knew they planned on going into the city and staying the night at the fanciest hotel around, taking in a Broadway show, and eating at my mother’s Parisian restaurant. It was a pretty big anniversary, a twenty-year celebration, so my father made sure to have these plans set months in advance.