If he had his suspicions before, he most definitely knows how I feel about Piper now. Minus the details of what we did tonight, of course.
Images of tonight cross my mind and instantly a calmness falls over me.
Instantly forces me to re-focus on Piper’s window, which is still glowing with light from behind her curtains.
Heeding my own advice, I remember what I said to Piper about being low-key.
Snapping Rhys’s head off when he was just kidding isn’t a great way to set an example, Einstein.
I roll my eyes, having to let it go.
I can’t sit here all night splitting hairs over one or two things I could maybe have said differently.
But I regret nothing between me and Piper. Any fallout from all this, even if it means Rhys hates me, it’s a price I’m willing to pay.
Piper is everything to me now.
We’re both each other’s future, and we both know it.
“G’night, baby girl,” I whisper, pressing my lips harder together as I watch her bedroom light go out.
SUNDAY
“Well, she certainly lives in a quiet neighborhood, that’s for sure,” I murmur, stifling a yawn as the sky glows orange in the distance.
The night went without a single sound, not even a car driving by after midnight.
With no one to take over my watch, I have to wait until Piper’s mom leaves the house before I can make an appearance.
I didn’t want it to be all cloak and dagger. But sensing Rhys is picking up on my scent, I’m gonna have to play a subtler game.
But not with Piper.
Once we’re alone, I know we don’t need to hold back anything.
As fortune has it, Clara is an early riser, and she’s out of the house way ahead of schedule.
I don’t figure she’ll be back soon, so I eagerly start my truck, pulling up around the corner of her place, and take my stealth route to Piper’s bedroom window.
She shrieks in terror as I appear in her window, right as she’s opening the curtains.
I wince a ‘sorry’ through the glass, but it takes her moments to recover before she’s opening the window.
“Haven’t you heard of the front door?” She smiles, holding a palm flat over her chest, flushing red now and still breathing heavily from the shock.
“I need to keep things just between us, just for a while.”
Figuring I may as well be upfront if nobody else will be.
“I’m parked around the corner,” I tell her. “Get ready and I’ll see you in a minute.” Knowing I’ll still be able to watch her place from where I’m parked.
Why the covert ops, Bannon? I ask myself.
It’s out of habit, I guess.
I’m not sensing real danger, but I get on the defensive, in stealth mode when I know there are eyes and ears waiting to see what I do next.
Someone waiting to trip me up.
Someone like Rhys maybe.
Paranoid much?
Maybe more than just a little, but the secrecy seems to be a bit of a turn on for both Piper and me if I’m totally honest.
It all falls away once I see Piper hurrying her little steps, and climbing up into my truck. Even looking back as if she’s making sure she wasn’t followed.
My cock’s already hard for her by the time her arms hook around my neck.
Her mouth on mine, both of us picking up right where we left off last night.
“I couldn’t sleep thinking about you,” she gasps, losing all her shyness now. Her hands pawing at my chest, moving down to my nine-pound hammer of a dick as it bids her good morning.
“I want you, Reeve… I want you to teach me everything… Show me how to fuck,” she breaths.
She shocks me with her determination, pleasing me beyond words when she grabs my hand and pulls it up the front of her dress.
She’s chosen thin fabric with easy access and I let out a low growl when I feel her slick pussy underneath it.
No bra. No panties.
Piper’s not stupid either.
She knows I’m not taking her to the office for ‘work’.
“What happened to not doing it until after the wedding?” I remind her as I swallow hard.
Remind myself and the stream of baby-making lava rising up from my clenching balls.
Yearning to be deep inside her.
Tuesday feels like another thousand years in the future.
“We can do other stuff, can’t we?” she gasps, wriggling until she jumps a little, edging herself onto two of my thick fingertips and starting to rock her hips.
Rocking my world already as I tilt my head to the side in disbelief this could even be happening again so soon.
I spot a paperboy on his morning route ride headlong into some bushes, his eyes fixed on us, his jaw slack at the sight of two lovers parked the way we are.
It spurs me to action.
I gotta get us outta here. Someone will see, and nobody, not even a wounded paperboy is gonna see an inch of my Piper unless she’s fully dressed and decent.