“Bedroom, and I’ve got dry clothes in here,” he states, walking past and indicating the backpack he’s carrying. I watch as he passes the spare bedroom and enters mine, like he knows it’s mine without really knowing.
I open my mouth to say ‘hey that’s my bedroom’ but I feel like that’s the point he’s making. Following in behind him, he’s standing in the middle of the wood floored room by the foot of my bed. Taking in the black rod iron frame of my queen, the Christmas lights strung around it and the room, the books on the shelves, the photography on the walls. He takes interest in something on one of my shelves and it’s an opening to get to my dresser. Pulling the drawers open, I just grab anything, jean shorts and a t-shirt I think, then look over my shoulder to make sure he’s not looking when I reach in my underwear drawer and grab a bra, tucking it between my clothes without even looking at the garment.
“How was the surfing in Hawaii?” he asks, looking at a photo of me with my parents on the black-sanded beaches of Awahua.
“I wasn’t really into it then,” I confess.
He nods and I head toward the bathroom, turning to close the bedroom door as I exit and see he’s dropped the towel and begins to remove his trunks when he turns around. The front of his trunks are untied and just resting on his hips, the v-cut of his groin is visible as is his dark haired happy trail with a thick vein protruding from the center.
I close the door, swallowing thickly as I feel my nipples harden and I close my eyes. He was looking at me looking at him, I know he was. Fuck, he’s fucking with me. I’m clearly constantly checking him out today and he’s leading me on out of boredom or something. Peeling my semi-dry bikini off, chastising myself the entire time, I search my stack for panties, but realize I must not have grabbed any. Fuck.
Sliding on my frayed jean shorts, I grab my bra and groan. I picked a black lacy number with no padding, it’s lingerie more than an everyday bra and I wonder why karma is deciding that today’s the day to come around. Putting the ‘bra’ on, my nipples are still hard and I close my eyes as I put my tank top on and pray it’s not noticeable. But as I put the top on, I realize I’ve grabbed an oversized one I’d normally wear to sleep, where the armholes are huge and show off the sides of my body and bra. The material’s thin and, yup, hello nipples. I tell myself to chill, they’ll calm down, just relax. Running my hands through my chestnut chin length angle bob, I attempt to make some order of it before finally giving up.
Exiting the bathroom, my bedroom door’s still closed and I sigh since that’ll give me some more time to get my nipples under control. In the kitchen I get eggs out of the fridge and turn on a burner, while popping some bread into the toaster and starting my Kurig. Then I begin searching my cabinets, and just as my hand lands on the small box in the spice rack, I hear Seth walking down the hallway. Turning with the box of tea in my hand, I freeze as I notice an electric blue lacy piece of material dangling between his fingers as he holds them up.
“I’ve got tea,” the words dying on my lips when I realize he’s holding a g-string, my g-string, the one I must’ve dropped on my way to the bathroom.
“You forgot something, Bubble” he tells me, no smirk, no playfulness, just melted chocolate eyes and that thick voice again.
Reminding myself he’s fucking with me, I turn my back and set the tea on the counter. “Just set ‘em over there,” I say in an unaffected tone, which is Oscar worthy.
He stays quiet and I’m busy multi-tasking, making breakfast and tea, buttering toast and putting cream in my coffee. I’m aware of him in my space, looking at my things but we don’t speak. Reaching up, I grab two plates and some silverware, placing everything on the small four-person table I have in my breakfast nook. I sit down and don’t announce breakfast but he sits moments after me. I don’t want to make things awkward, but I really need to shut down how he makes me feel. I know it’s one sided and I just need to get laid. Maybe I’ll call my friend, Mark, later and see if he’s busy in order to remedy the situation that is my horniness.
“Something the matter?” he questions.
I shake my head, chewing my toast and avoiding his eyes.
“Did I embarrass you?” he asks with such a softness in his voice it has me looking at him, confirming his eyes match his tone. “With the g-string,” he adds
“No, you didn’t…thanks for asking though,” I tell him.
We both resume eating, silence taking over.
“I know you have no problem putting me in my place, I just wanted to make sure,” he affirms. “And just so you know, you’re not the only one going commando.”
My eyes flick up to his to see them teasing, but I also know he’s telling the truth. There go my nipples again, goddammit.
We chat during breakfast, nothing too serious but more almost nervously on my end to take my mind off sex. How long I’ve lived in my townhouse, what my neighbours are like. I do my best to ignore his tone, his eyes, his lips, his throat swallowing, yup, my very best. I’m sure you won’t be shocked that my nipples were hard and between my legs was damp and hot and all I wanted to do was get him back into my bedroom and hump him.
“Ronald wants you back to the house,” I announce, checking my phone.
I feel relieved and a bit melancholy about taking him back to his life and back to a reality I don’t like seeing him in. When it’s just the two of us, he’s really with me and at his place, he’s Seth Mitchell. Not gonna lie, I drove slow, pretending to be overly cautious on the turns and winds of the road to his mansion. I just knew things would change once we got there, and I almost just wanted to drop him off and leave but my things were still in the room I’d been using. When I get to the gate, there’s a few press parked there, but again they’re slow to react and we get through in a hurry. Multiple cars parked along the drive makes my stomach drop, I guess partying was back on the schedule.
“Shit,” Seth sighs under his breath and I don’t acknowledge that I’ve heard it.
Parking, we get out and unload the boards, setting them by the garage and I ignore that little jolt inside when Seth stands and waits for me to catch up to him before we walk toward the front door. I’m just gonna go upstairs, get my shit and head back home. I need to focus on the next step of how to help his career, I don’t think I can do that here with his scent all around me.
“Seth, my man,” the dude with the chest sun tattoo announces as we enter the foyer. He’s shirtless again, but in basketball shorts and a backwards baseball hat, minus sunglasses this time.
Him and Seth pound fists and I get the feeling Seth isn’t thrilled with him being here. Female giggles tinkle into the room like little bells and I turn to see four scantily clad women sitting on the couches inside the living room. All with massive tits might I add. Here comes my little inner self-hater, and I look away quickly.
“Seth? You have a card in here,” Jackie shouts from the kitchen but isn’t visible to us.
“From?” Seth asks in confusion.
“The neighbor, a thank you for the flowers you sent.”
Seth immediately looks at me and I give him a small smile, “You cheeky, Bubble.”
“I didn’t know you already had company,” Sonny says, and I glance over to see him looking me up and down.
“This is Piper…” Seth begins. And I love the way his accent pronounces my name, like Piperrr.
“We met the other day,” I remind him, and I see Sonny’s expression shift.
“Oh yeah, you were the bitch who wouldn’t let me in…Seth, I knew you didn’t mind Asian chicks with no body, but boy-body, really?” he asks after giving my body another long look, this time in disgust.
That’s it, I begin for the steps, and Seth says something to Sonny in a tone but I can’t hear his exact words. Getting to the room, I take a deep breath and begin packing up my things, just wanting to go. I’m shocked by a sharp knock on the door before it’s being pushed open. Sonny’s voice is loud and echoing in the open foyer of downstairs, announcing
to the girls that they need to go along with louder than necessary, sarcastic comments about not being wanted and what a great friend Seth was.
“I’m sorry,” Seth tells me, and I stop look at him, honestly surprised at why he’d feel the need to apologize.
His eyes look wild, and a little lost.
“No need to be sorry, I should go anyway,” I shrug and hear car doors closing outside my windows.
“No,” he says firmly, coming closer to me. “They’re leaving…I agree, low profile is what I need right now.”
“Still, I should go––”
“What do you need? Clothes? I can send someone to get some for you or from your place, I want you to stay,” he says in a rush.
This is for the job, I tell myself. Even though his frantic look and tone are saying something else completely, I find myself nodding. His shoulders and chest rise and fall, and a smile comes over his lips before he’s turning to leave me. Opening my mouth to say something, I stop when I see the slight hint of electric blue lace peeking out from his back pocket.
CHAPTER 8
Seth
A deep wave of relief washed over me when Piper agreed to stay. The thought that she was going to leave had made me feel ill. Something I can’t name has changed, something more than the obvious lust I’m feeling, but I know I want her here with me. In my house, amongst my things, her scent reminding me she’s close by.
I’d nearly punched Sonny’s fucking lights out with the way he spoke to Piper, calling her a bitch. Then he went and made it worse for himself, talking shite about her body like she wasn’t even in the room. The only thing that stopped me was by some miracle, it actually crossed my mind that if I did, there was a good chance the fucker would ‘sell his story’ to the paps outside the gate. Honestly, I’d always known Sonny was an idiotic fucking twat. Why I’d tolerated him for so long was beyond me. He’d kind of just started being around all the time, making himself a fixture in my life, and I’d allowed him to be. In the absence of friends, leeches would do I guess. I just didn’t care enough either way.
As if his comments weren’t bad enough, I’d then caught the look on Piper’s face, followed by her swift retreat up the stairs. No one, and I mean no one puts that look on Bubble’s face and gets away with it. You think me going off tap on the paparazzi or my neighbor was a sight to see? That had nothing on what I’d verbally unleashed on Sonny. I could not have been clearer about my distain for him and his obvious stupidity. Telling him in no uncertain terms to get the fuck out of my house, out of my life and loose my number was almost cathartic. I’m done with the bullshit that comes with having people like Sonny in my life. He doesn’t give a fuck about me, or my career, none of them do. They’re all just around for the free ride. I’d even let his parting shot about me being a ‘public punch-line’ and a ‘washed-up never-has-been’ roll right off me. My only goal at that point was to get upstairs to Piper before she packed and left.
Feeling calmer after seeing her nod to agree to stay, I turn to leave her room when she adds, “Umm… Seth?”
Fuck, please don’t tell me that she’s changed her mind?
I turn back towards Piper and see her eyes are fixed on my arse. Hmm… maybe I’m not the only one with the arse fixati…oh, bollocks! I’ll bet my left nut she’s spotted what I’d nicked from her place. I turn fully back around so I am facing her again, while shoving the g-string deeper into my pocket. They’re clean, which is not ideal, but even just knowing that at some point the fabric had been on her body was enough to make me want to keep them. Imagining it resting snug against the soft lips of her pussy, the string nestled between those perfectly formed globes…yeah, I wasn’t leaving it at her place like she’d asked. I also didn’t buy how unaffected she tried to act when she’d seen it dangling from my fingers either.
“Yes, love?” I ask, giving her one raised eyebrow, a small smile on my lips.
I wonder if she’s going to call me out on it. If feisty, bossy Bubble is about to kick my arse. Fuck, I hope so. She’s been almost skittish since the beach, like she’s withdrawn into herself, and I want confident Piper back. I see her hesitate, her mind clearly at war as she runs her thumb over her bottom lip. The full pouty flesh turns pink from the friction and I want to suck it into my mouth.
“Umm, nothing, sorry,” she says shaking her head gently as if clearing a stray thought. “I’ll get my things and meet you in the den in five.”
As she goes to turn away I reach out and snag her wrist, stopping her from moving. Hell, no. I’m done with this lack of spark version of her, and I’m reconsidering my decision to have let Sonny leave with his face unmarred by my fists. Even if it takes me being a dick and provoking her to get her to fire up again, so be it. I have made a bloody career out of it after all.
Tugging her to me, I ignore the way my dick twitches at her nearness, and watch as her eyes widen with shock at my bold move. Leaning in, our faces close, I quietly confess, “Yes, they’re yours. Yes, I nicked them. And no, you can’t have them back. Does that answer any questions you might’ve had, Bubble?”
“Why would you…?” She stops speaking to fight a smirk as her spine straightens, her lips forming that determined little pout that drives my cock insane. Her eyes spark, the green flecks deepen to stand out against the grey, and I lose myself for a few seconds imagining how they’d look as I drew pleasure from her body. “Give them back, Seth. Now.
Ah, there she is, feisty and sexy as fuck.
“Not bloody likely, love. What if when I leave, you decided to put them on? Nope, not happening.”
I can’t help it. Having her this close to me, my hand gripped around her arm, it makes me greedy. I want more. I tug her closer to me still; the little gasp she makes is a sound I want to hear again and again. Bringing my lips to her ear I swallow thickly before admitting, “I barely survived watching you in a bikini at the beach, rinsing the sand and surf from your sinful body. But knowing you’re commando under those tiny fucking shorts is a torture I’m happy to live with.”
Piper showering after surfing had been both a gift and a curse. When I’d looked over at her, seeing her eyes closed, her face turned up into the fresh stream of water, I’d allowed myself to take in her beauty. As my gaze had roamed lower, and finding her bikini bottom had ridden up to give me a nearly unobstructed view of one perfect cheek, had bloody near unmanned me. How I’d stopped myself from grabbing it and kneading it in my palm was a miracle.
I can feel her breath across my face as she huffs out, “My body is far from sinful Seth. I’m not stupid and I don’t appreciate you humoring me just because Sonny said…”
“Sonny is a fucking wanker! And if anyone around here is stupid…well, let’s just say he’d have the first prize wrapped up. Look closely, Piper – I am not humouring you. I’m strung as tight as a bow just holding myself back, because what I really want to do is throw you on that bed and show you just how bloody sexy you are.”
My breathing has sped up, as has Piper’s and making the image reality now that I’ve said it out loud, is not easy to resist. Our eyes connected, along with most of our bodies, the zing between us is back. Much stronger than it’s been before, and this time I’m certain she is just as affected by me as I am by her.
Sod it. Between seeing her grinding out her pleasure in the early hours of this morning, to watching her at the beach, my resistance is shot. I’ve been holding her close to me for minutes now, and she’s made no attempt to push me away or to break my hold on her wrist. It’s all the permission I need.
Removing any remaining space between us, I use the hand holding her wrist to put both of our arms around the back of her waist. With the front of our bodies this close, there is no way she can’t feel my erection, or the fact that it’s twitching as it thickens against her. She’s not the only one commando and my cargos, unlike my cock, are soft and thin. Piper lets out another sexy little gasp as I shove my face in her neck, dragging my nose along her soft skin and up to her e
ar, my free hand fisting in her hair. God, she smells incredible and her skin so fucking soft.
“You’re a very beautiful woman, Piper Quinn, a fucking knockout. Jesus, your mouth alone sends my thoughts in a feral direction. But spending the morning with you while knowing that the only thing between me and your spectacular arse, as well as what I’d imagine is the sweetest pussy on the planet, is a single layer of denim? Christ, love, you’re lucky I’ve kept my hands to myself this long.”
Slowly bringing my face in line with hers, our eyes are locked, and my intention clear. Unless she stops me, I’m about to take her mouth. Ready to let her go at the first sign that it’s not what she wants, I pause with my lips over the top of hers, our warm breath mingling.
“Jesus, Bubble…” I mutter as my head lowers to cover that final half-inch between us, and see her eyes flutter closed.
“SETH? PIPER? Are you guys up there?”
Hearing Rash shout out our names shatters the moment, and I watch as Piper mentally chastises herself. She’s probably in her head about crossing a line with a client or some shite, but I don’t give a rat’s arse.
Not letting her step away from me fully, I yell over my shoulder towards Piper’s open bedroom door, “Yeah, Rash. We’re here. Be down in a few.”
With out giving a moment’s pause, I surge forward and suck Piper’s entire bottom lip into my mouth. The soft flesh is full and ripe, the taste pure Piper with a hint of the coconut lip balm she put on in the car on the drive here. I hear Piper whimper, groaning myself as she softens in my arms, her top lip closing to rest above mine. Fuck, if she kisses me back, we’re not leaving this bloody room for days. I flirt with temptation a little longer; sweeping my tongue along the top of her enclosed lip, before backing of the suction and let it pop out of my mouth. Seeing it pink, puffy and shiny, I can’t help but wonder if her sweet little clit would look the same way when I get it in my mouth.
The tension in the room is electric, and I hope she’s feeling as amped as I am. Even though she didn’t reject my advance, I know I’ve surprised her, so she still may tell me to fuck off. I let her go and begrudgingly take a step back towards the door. My voice is deep and raspy with desire when I inform her, “We’re not done, Bubble.”
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