by K. A. Linde
“Piper,” he said as his hands trailed up and down my bare thighs, circling inward to my inner thighs and back up. He was getting closer and closer to where I wanted him.
“Hmm?” I gasped.
“I need your ass over that table.”
I blinked at him, love-drunk on the endorphins coursing through me. “What?”
He didn’t wait for another explanation. He lifted me with ease and flipped me around so that I was facing away from him in his lap. He’d picked me up as if I were weightless. Then, he pressed me forward until my face and chest were against the center table in the tour bus. My skirt hiked up nearly to my hips. From this angle, he had the perfect view of everything. My ass was on full display with the blue of my thong the only scrap of fabric covering my pussy.
His hands were on me, pushing my skirt up and out of the way. He appreciatively rubbed my ass a few times.
“You should always wear skirts,” he informed me. “Though I sure do like your ass in your tight jeans.”
I moaned as his hands slipped dangerously close to my thong. I clenched my hands on the table to keep myself from pushing back into his hands. To show exactly how desperate I was for his touch.
“How many do you want?”
“Want?”
His giant hand came down on my right ass cheek. I yelped softly at the sting, but pleasure flooded through me in the aftermath of the pain. Desire pooled in my core. I had already been wet from our kiss. I was going to soak through my panties now.
“That was one,” he teased as he rubbed his hands all over my ass again. “How many?”
“More,” was the only word I could get out.
I couldn’t see the smirk that was likely on his face, but I heard his grunt of approval right before he brought his hand back down on the exact same spot on my ass. I whimpered at the second one, squirming to escape the pain, even as my entire body was set on fire.
He jerked me backward and braced an arm across my back. “Two.”
Then, he swatted at me again on the other cheek. A quick series right, left, right. I gasped in pain as I tried to rub my legs together. I needed release. Holy shit. I needed it bad. I was close, and he hadn’t even touched me. But I wouldn’t get there without rubbing my clit.
“That’s six. Can you take it to ten?”
I moaned and bit down on my lip hard. I inched my ass back toward him. I didn’t know how many I could take. I had no frame of reference. I just fucking wanted it. I wanted all of it.
“Seven,” he said, bringing his hand down on the back of my thigh and then the other. “Eight.”
I yelped. That was so much more potent than my ass. Tears welled in my eyes, even as everything built up so high that I might never come back down.
“Please,” I whispered. “Oh God, please.”
He finished off the last two in a brutal, merciless succession. My ass was on fire. It was going to be red and painful. I wouldn’t be able to sit without thinking about him spanking me.
“There you go. That was very good,” he said in the gentlest and most soothing voice I’d ever heard him use. He was rubbing and massaging the tender flesh. “Now, do you need to be taken care of?”
I couldn’t even form the words. I nodded. If I’d had words, I would have begged him to let me release. I couldn’t even believe I hadn’t come from the spanking.
He tugged my thong to the side and dragged two fingers through the evidence of my arousal. “You’re so wet,” he groaned as if he could barely control himself.
He was hanging on by a thread. And so was I.
At the first touch of his finger against my clit, I bucked against his hand, and everything shivered through my body. “Yes,” I gasped.
“Like this?” he asked, circling his finger around the swollen bud.
He stopped only briefly to remove my thong, so he could have better access. He brought his fingers back up to my clit, circling relentlessly, and I came hard and fast. I pulsed and pulsed, on and on. He never let up, until he drew out each shuddering breath from me as I climaxed higher than I’d ever reached.
Finally, he let me go, and I collapsed, releasing every ounce of pent-up energy. I was limp, and it was Hollin fucking Abbey who had teased it out of me.
“Fuck, Piper,” he ground out. “I need…fuck, I need to fuck you.”
“Yes,” I said.
I heard the sound of a zipper, and I watched him pull his cock out of his boxers. My eyes widened. Considering how tall he was and the size of his hands, I’d maybe idly thought that he’d be big. But he was huge. Like I had no idea how he’d fit inside of me if I wasn’t as wet as I’d ever been in my life.
He winked at me when he caught me staring and tore open a condom. I watched him sheathe the monster.
“I’ll go slow,” he promised as the head of his cock touched the lips of my pussy.
Our eyes were still locked together when I said, “Don’t.”
“Don’t?” He stilled completely. The muscles of his arms tense. Ready to stop if I wanted him to. But that wasn’t what I had in mind.
“Don’t go slow,” I begged.
“Fuck,” he grunted and then slammed into me.
Even though I had been prepared for him, soaking wet and ready to be impaled on his cock, all the air whooshed out of my lungs at the first savage thrust. He didn’t even make it all the way in, and I was still filled, but I squirmed to try to fit him in more. He grabbed each of my hands in one of his to keep me from moving. He drew back and pushed into me again. Inch by delicious inch, he fitted himself into my pussy.
“Fuck…fuck yes,” he said breathlessly. “You’re doing so good. Just like that, babe.”
I had no words. His cock had stolen every single one of them.
He started to move. Thrusting in and out at a rapid pace until, against all odds, he built me right back up. This definitely shouldn’t have been possible. I was not a second-orgasm girl. Nor was I an orgasm-during-sex kind of girl. What was happening?
“Oh God, Hollin, I’m going to come,” I shouted into the empty tour bus.
“Come for me.” He thrust harder and faster. Somehow lengthening even more inside me. “Come with me.”
And that moment, we both unleashed at once. I saw stars as he emptied himself inside of me with a roar of pleasure. His grip on my arms was painful, and yet I didn’t want to move. I had no interest in ever moving again.
Finally, he released me, and slowly—ever so slowly—he pulled out of me.
“Oh,” I whispered helplessly as the fullness left me.
He pressed a kiss into my hip. “Such a good girl. My good girl.”
Normally, the words would have been insulting. I would have seethed at him. Told him to fuck off with that misogynistic crap. But lying across a tour bus table after being properly fucked for the first time in my life, I was his good girl.
Somehow, I was Hollin Abbey’s good girl.
14
Hollin
By the time Campbell returned, both of us were decent.
He shot me a look, and I just smirked.
“Sorry about that,” he said. “Looks like we need to get back to the hotel. Thought we wouldn’t be leaving Dallas until tomorrow afternoon, but they have us heading out bright and early for Austin.”
“Sounds good,” I said.
I offered my hand to Piper, which, shockingly, she took. She was in some kind of sex coma. A dopamine-induced high that made her all soft and pliant. I wanted to scoop her up in my arms and carry her right back to bed. This side of her triggered my protective instincts like nothing I’d known in years.
I helped her down the stairs, and we followed the band to an awaiting limo. Campbell told us that the tour bus would meet the band at the hotel at five tomorrow morning. We piled into the limo, and Piper sat, sandwiched between me and Campbell.
Santi had a girl under each arm and was going on about some new sound he’d managed. Yorke kept shooting him shut the fuck up looks. But no o
ne could make Santi be quiet before he was ready. Michael was half-asleep at the other end of the limo. Campbell and Viv were arguing like an old married couple. As per usual.
“How are you feeling?” I asked, slipping an arm around Piper’s waist.
“Sore,” she admitted. She leaned her head against my shoulder. Her eyes were half-lidded, as if she might pass out.
“Too sore?”
“Mmm,” she murmured. Then shook her head.
“Good.”
I tucked her in closer. I liked the way she fitted into my side. I was so enamored with every little move she made that I didn’t even stop to question my behavior. I’d spanked her ass hard enough to bruise. She was shifting all over the place, so it must have hurt, and I didn’t want to let her go without knowing that she would be all right.
I’d done some stuff like this before but never…this. It had always been more of a joke. The girl had seen some porn that she wanted to do and giggled through it. But Piper had been infected with it. It had catapulted through her veins and ripped through her skin. It made her this soft, weightless nymph instead of the proud, stubborn, glaring woman I was used to.
And in the middle of that shift, something had cracked inside me, too. I’d push her as far as she’d let me. But I wanted—no, needed—to be there to hold her and keep her safe once she was broken.
When the limo stopped in front of our hotel, I helped Piper out of the car. Even at an ungodly early hour of the morning, Campbell was looking around, as if anticipating a mob.
“I should probably enter from the back,” he said.
“Shut up,” Viv said, smacking him. “No one is even awake.”
“And we have security,” Michael added.
“Which makes us more suspicious,” Campbell grumbled.
“Go around back,” I told him. “Do what you think is best.”
“All right,” he said, nodding his head. “I guess this is good-bye. Can’t imagine you’ll be awake at five.”
“Fuck no.”
The rest of the band was already heading inside without Campbell. And as much as they acted nonchalant, he was the face of Cosmere. He was the one who got mobbed and stalked. When out for shows, it was safer for him to be cautious.
“You coming?” Piper asked, turning back to look at me as she followed Viv.
“Go on inside with everyone else,” I told her. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
She shrugged and fell into step beside Viv. I watched her go with hungry eyes. What had I gotten myself into?
“So, you’re welcome,” Campbell said with a shit-eating grin when Piper was out of earshot.
“I have to admit, the tour bus was put to good use.”
Campbell snorted. “I bet.”
“Did you even have a call?”
“Yeah, bro. But I didn’t have to be gone as long as I was.”
“Little matchmaker.”
Campbell laughed and rubbed the back of his head. “Yeah. I like to see everyone happy. And she seems to make you happy. Try not to fuck it up until I get back, will you?”
“No promises. I’m kind of a fuckup.”
“No arguments there.”
“When are you coming back?” I asked him.
“Tour ends in about two months. I’m supposed to go to LA, but maybe I’ll swing by Lubbock first.”
“Do that,” I insisted.
“Tell Nora I said bye.”
We hugged, and he returned to the limo to be escorted to a more discreet entrance. I’d miss him when he was gone. But I was glad that he’d made plans to come home. It was better having him in our lives.
I strode inside to find Piper waiting for me. The others had disappeared up the elevator, but she was still here.
“You ready to go to bed?”
Her eyes had slightly more life to them than she’d had in the limo. As if she were waking up from a long dream.
“Sure,” she said and hit the button.
We took the elevator up to our floor.
“What did Campbell say?”
“Just that he’ll be home in two months after the tour is over.”
“That’ll be good. You like having him in Lubbock.”
“I do,” I agreed.
She nodded and absently chewed on her lip. “I like having Peyton home, too. She’ll be married in two months.”
“Just in time for Campbell to crash the reception.”
Her smile was light and airy. “She’d probably like that.”
We left the elevator and strode down the hallway. My room was first. She hesitated at the door, as if anticipating me inviting her in. Which I wanted to do. Fuck, did I want that. But what was important was her getting some sleep and recovering. She wouldn’t do that if she ended up in my bed. There was no way that I’d let her sleep. And I couldn’t imagine she’d be begging for bed either.
So, I kept walking, and we landed at the room she shared with Blaire.
“Well, good night,” she whispered.
My hand cupped her jaw. I turned her face up to mine. “Not yet.”
She arched an eyebrow, a spark of that rampant stubbornness picking back up. But I smothered it when I slid my hand into her dark hair and captured her lips. She bowed into me like a boat on the water. I held her tight and firm, just the way she liked…needed to be handled. It wasn’t the same kiss we’d had when she kissed me on the tour bus. This was slow, almost languid. It was a proper good-night kiss.
I pressed one more kiss to her swollen lips. Her eyes were still shut tight as I finally released her.
“Good night,” I told her.
Her eyes fluttered open. “Okay,” she murmured lazily.
“I’ll see you in the morning.”
She nodded. “Good night.”
She scanned her card and slid into her room. I waited until the door closed behind her before heading back to my own room. It felt incredibly empty.
Why had I let her get away? Why had I decided that it made more sense for her to sleep alone?
Yes, it was the reasonable and responsible thing to do. But, fuck, it didn’t mean I wanted it. I didn’t want it at all.
I stripped out of my clothes and lay naked on top of the covers. I wanted her. Tonight. Tomorrow. The next night.
Fuck. I was in trouble.
I woke the next morning, feeling better than I had in years. With the amount of alcohol I’d imbibed with my little brother, I should have had the headache of all headaches. But instead, I felt incredible.
I showered the sex off of me and changed into jeans and a classic black T-shirt. We had to take the private jet back to Lubbock today. Campbell had already left. And I’d slept with Piper.
A grin hit my face.
Fuck. It had been amazing. And I’d done the right thing, tucking her away in her own bed. But I’d get to see her this morning. I hoped that her ass wasn’t fighting her too much. Just enough to remember me every time she shifted in her seat.
I hauled my bag with me and went downstairs for breakfast. Piper was seated at a table with Blaire, Jennifer, and Annie. The guys and my sister were nowhere in sight.
Her head jerked up as if she knew the instant I walked into the room. I smiled at her. Not any of my stupid smirks that drove her bonkers, but the sincere one. The one that said I’d had a great fucking time last night and it was good to see her.
But as quickly as she looked at me, she dipped her head and stared down into her oatmeal.
I narrowed my eyes. What the fuck? She couldn’t even meet my gaze?
A touch of pink was on her cheeks and she wasn’t talking to the rest of the party. Was she embarrassed? Or ashamed? Had she remembered the amazing night of sex as something…bad? That didn’t seem possible. Not after the way she’d acted when I took her back to the hotel. She’d been happy with me. Not the normal anger and fire, but actually happy.
Nora clapped me on the back, and I jumped. She chuckled. “How’d last night go?”
I glanced
at Piper and back. “Uh, it was good. Campbell left at five. He told me to tell you bye.”
“Yeah, I got a text. Glad you had fun.”
She dropped her rolling bag off next to the girls and went to get breakfast. I added my duffel on top of her bag.
“Morning,” I said to the table.
“Good morning!” Jennifer said, all chipper. “I am the only morning person at this table. You’ll have to forgive everyone else who hates sunlight.”
I laughed. “Sounds right. Y’all sleep all right?”
“The beds were amazing,” Blaire said from under her baseball cap. “Piper has a massive hangover. We had to get her to take her sunglasses off indoors.”
“Annie will bite you before talking to you without coffee,” Jennifer added.
“Fascinating. I’m shockingly not hungover. After how much we drank last night, Piper, I’m surprised I’m not in the same mood as you.”
Piper lifted her expression to mine, and none of the good girl I’d called her last night was visible in her expression. She was stubborn, angry Piper once more. A wall divided us.
“We’re in very different moods,” she said.
“Yeah?”
“Yes,” she quipped.
And if she wanted to be like this, well, I could be the asshole she always thought I was.
“Sore?”
Her eyes rounded and then flattened. Her hand clenched into a fist.
“What?” Jennifer asked. “Did something happen?”
“Piper fell on her ass last night.”
Piper shot me a death glare. If she could have had lasers shooting out of her eyes, she would have.
“Is that why you’ve been weird all morning?”
“I have a huge bruise,” Piper said. She looked like she wanted to hit me. “Forgot about it until I showered.”
Julian and Jordan appeared just as Nora brought her plate of food over.
“Eat up. It’s almost time to go,” Jordan said.
I tipped my head at Piper and walked away. I didn’t know why I was so mad. Of course she hadn’t told her friends that we’d slept together. Why would she? She had been adamantly against it up until the moment it’d happened last night. I shouldn’t even fucking care. I did shit like that all the time. It wasn’t even the first time it had happened to me. It just had felt…different.