by J. M. Walker
A light knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. Even though the door hadn’t been closed, whoever was at it, still indicated their arrival ahead of time.
“Come in,” I called out.
Cyrus peeked his head into the room. “Are we interrupting?”
“No.” I tightened my hold on Piper. “Not at all.”
“Good.” Cyrus came into the room followed by Sammy.
“I’m glad you’re awake and well,” Cyrus told me, pulling up a chair beside the bed.
“Me too. Have you heard anything about Price?” I asked, not wanting to dwell but needing to make sure my girls were safe.
“Not at the moment. I have Rowan looking into it in the meantime,” Cyrus told me.
I nodded, noticing how Sammy stood back. “What’s up with you?”
He shoved his hands in his pockets, his dark eyes locking with mine.
My stomach fluttered. I knew that look. He was plotting. “You leave that shit alone,” I ordered.
Sammy grunted. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Piper stirred, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. “You know you can’t tell him what to do.”
“Maybe not but I am your vice president,” I reminded him.
“I’m glad you’re well, Jaron.” Sammy pulled a pack of smokes from the inner pocket of his cut. “You also have nothing to worry about. Take care of each other.”
I frowned. “Sammy.”
Instead of listening, he left the room.
“Don’t worry about him.” Cyrus stood, giving my arm a squeeze. “He’s upset that you almost died, that Brynlee was taken in the first place, and that Piper was in the middle of this shit.” He shook his head. “He needs time.”
“He better not do anything stupid, Cyrus,” I warned.
“Take care of yourselves,” he said, ignoring my comment. “We’ll stop by tomorrow.” And with that, Cyrus left the room.
“Sammy said he’s going to go after Price,” Piper told me, placing her hand on my thigh.
“I figured.” I pinched the bridge of my nose, closing my eyes.
“I’ll let you get some rest.”
My eyes popped open when she went to pull away from me. “Don’t you even think about fucking leaving.”
“But you need rest, Jaron. You need to heal and get better so I can bring you home and take care of you.”
Before she could leave the bed, my hand was wrapped around her throat.
A little gasp left her, making my dick twitch.
Pulling her forward, I stared directly into her eyes. “The only thing I need right now, is for you to lay down beside me.” I licked along her bottom lip. “I don’t give a shit that I just got out of surgery either. If you don’t listen to me, I will leave this bed and do what I do best.”
“What’s that?” she breathed.
“Fuck my girl.” I kissed her hard.
A husky laugh escaped her. “You’re not strong enough.”
“Try me, Piper.” Laying back down, I tugged her down beside me. “This is what I want right now. It’ll help me feel better.”
“Okay.” She curled against me. “As you wish, Sir,” she said, a teasing lilt to her voice.
“Careful,” I growled.
Her laugh deepened. “I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.” I kissed the top of her head. “More than you will ever know.”
Piper
Jaron was getting out of the hospital today. He had been stuck in it for almost a week and was on the verge of losing it. I had stayed with him while my parents and his parents watched Brynlee. They would bring her to us every day. She stayed for a few hours until it was time to be picked up.
Price was still nowhere to be found. Cyrus said his contact lost track of him but was continuing to look into it. I couldn’t understand how a person could just disappear like that. It didn’t make sense to me and while I didn’t like the fact that I felt like I had to constantly look over my shoulder, if Price disappeared for good and I never had to see him again, I was fine with it.
I went back to Jaron’s room after getting us a cup of coffee each, only to find him standing by his bed in gray sweatpants and nothing else.
“Geezus,” I heard a nurse say as she walked past me.
I laughed, shaking my head.
Jaron’s head turned, his slate eyes finding mine. “Something wrong?”
“No.” I went up to him and sat on the edge of the bed. “I think the nurses here are going to miss you.”
He chuckled. “They were good to me, so I made sure to leave a little donation to the hospital.”
“Oh, that’s nice of you.” My heart warmed at the thoughtful gesture.
Jaron slipped a white t-shirt over his head and smoothed down the material.
I handed him his coffee before taking a sip of my own.
“Thank you,” he said, watching me over the rim of the cup as he leaned against the wall.
I shivered at the intense scrutiny. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because I’m thinking of all the ways I’m going to fuck your body when we get home.” His eyes darkened even more as the words left his mouth.
“You need your rest. The doctor said no strenuous activity,” I reminded him. “You’re still healing anyway.”
“I don’t give a shit. I’ll just lay there if I have to but I’m fucking my girl.”
My body burned at the idea but him calling me his, reminding me of something. “You told the doctor that I’m your wife.”
“I put you down as my next of kin after Paris. Once I was released from jail, I then put you down as my wife to make things easier for you if anything ever happened to me.”
I stared at him, letting his words sink in. “Really?”
He nodded. “I knew you were mine long before I found out you were pregnant with Brynlee. Maybe it was a little presumptuous, but I planned on dating you after Paris. When I saw you at that bar with the girls, I was struck stupid that you were there. My thoughts were messed up and I couldn’t focus on anything but getting back inside you. I should have asked you out first instead of being such an asshole, but my feelings for you fucked me up.”
“I had no idea. I wanted to tell you that I loved you when we were in Paris. I had been in love with you for a while…” I sighed. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Jaron placed his cup on the table and stepped between my knees. “What’s in the past, stays in the past. We have each other now. It’s just you and me.” He cupped my jaw, tilting my head back. “I want to date you. Travel with you. I want to walk the journey of life with you. I want to raise Brynlee and this baby and all our future babies, with you.” He bent at the waist, giving me a soft peck on the lips. “I want to marry you, Piper.”
Throwing my arms around his neck, I deepened the kiss. “I want all of that too,” I whispered.
He shivered. “I need to get you home. Please, baby.”
I gently pushed him back and stood from the bed. “Take me home.”
***
With a firm grip on my jaw, Jaron held my head in place and licked up the length of my throat.
“I fucking love you, Piper.” His teeth sunk into my jaw. “But right now, I need…I need you so fucking hard. I want to hurt as we find us again.”
It was the first time we had been alone since getting Brynlee back. While we had our moments where it was just us two at the hospital, staff always interrupted us to make sure that he was fine and healing okay. Now it was the first time we had been truly alone since he came back to me. The first time we had been alone since he almost died.
This wouldn’t be making love. This wouldn’t be us reconnecting. This would be a rage fuck. We would take out our pain, heartache, and wrath on each other.
“Piper.” His rough use of my name slid over my skin. “Piper. Please.”
A soft gasp left me at hearing the desperation in his voice.
I turned my head, me
eting his hard gaze. We were at home, finally. I had brought his things to the bedroom while he followed behind me. I could feel him staring at me, his body hard and begging for that release only I could give it.
I had suggested to him that he have a nap first, at least, but he refused. So now, there we were, about to do what we did best. Speak through our bodies.
“Sit up.” I wasn’t the dominant type but when Jaron needed that control from me, I was willing to comply. He had always taken over, giving me everything I could ever want and more. But it had been so long since we were together, I knew he needed this from me. It was a silent apology for leaving me. For leaving us. I knew why he had left. I understood. But it still didn’t mean that it hurt any less. And while we had our daughter back, we still didn’t know where Price was or if he would ever be back. I wanted to tell Jaron that I didn’t care, but I did. I wanted to tell him that we didn’t need to know, and we could just move on. But I didn’t. Because I knew that as long as Price was alive, the guys wouldn’t rest until he was gone. For good.
Jaron moved to the edge of the bed, his eyes not leaving mine the whole time.
My heart jumped. The hairs on my skin tingled.
The longer he watched, the wetter I became.
Sliding off the bed, I stepped in front of him and began stripping.
When I was finally naked, I stepped between his knees.
Jaron ran the back of his knuckles over my stomach. “I love you.”
I straddled his lap and ran my fingers through his beard. “I know.”
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, kissing my fingers as they passed over his mouth.
“I know that too.” I kissed his forehead, breathing in the fresh scent of him. Pushing him back until he was laying on the bed, I reached into his sweatpants and pulled out his thick cock.
He groaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. “Piper.”
I slowly lowered my body onto him.
His jaw clenched.
I moaned.
Once I was seated fully on his lap, I took a deep breath. His cock stretched me, making my body open to him completely. I wasn’t fully wet, but I didn’t care. I wanted to feel the burn of him being inside my unprepared body. I wanted to hurt. To ache. To be in agony as we made each other feel better.
“Piper,” he growled through clenched teeth. His fingers gripped my hips, digging into me, but he never took over. No. Instead, this was all for me. He was letting me be in control to make up for the fact that he left. It wasn’t enough but it was a start.
“Harder,” he pleaded.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” It had only been a week since his surgery. Sex was probably not something he should be doing yet but he didn’t listen.
“I don’t give a shit, Piper. I need you to ride me. Hard.”
Running my hands beneath his shirt, I lifted my hips up and down in rough moves.
“Fucking hell.” His dark eyes locked with mine. “Bounce for me, baby.”
“God, Jaron.” I placed my hands on his chest for leverage and picked up speed. Riding him. Fucking him. Giving him what he needed. What we both needed.
“That’s it,” he grit out. “Faster.”
His cock swelled inside of me.
His hands on my hips tightened, pulling me forward and back. His pelvis thrust up and down.
We worked up a rhythm. Fucking each other hard, rough, so damn deep, I could feel him through every inch of me.
“Piper,” he shouted out, his back bowing off the bed as his release spilled into me.
Once he calmed down, I slowed but his fingers tightened.
“Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
Even though he was now soft inside of me, he continued to thrust into me.
“Get hard again, baby,” I told him.
He sat up, wrapping his arms around me and crushing his mouth to mine.
Getting the hint, I slipped my tongue between his lips.
His hands roamed down my back before cupping my ass.
I sighed, breaking the kiss.
“Marry me.”
I stopped moving, my eyes snapping to his. “What?”
“Marry me, Piper. Doesn’t have to be now. Or next month. Or even this year. I want you to promise me that you will marry me.” He pinched my chin, placing a soft peck on my mouth. “I love you. I love you so fucking much. I will make up for what I’ve done. I will prove to you that this is worth it. That we are worth it. I want you at my side. In my bed. In my life. Forever, baby.”
My eyes welled. “You…you want that? You want to spend your life with me?”
“Yes, Piper. I told you that at the hospital and I’ll continue telling you.” He linked our fingers and kissed my knuckles. “I promise to show you that we are meant to be. That we’ve always been meant to be. Your name is on my bank account. You have access to everything I own, Piper. What’s mine is yours. Literally.”
He spun us around and slid from my body. Wrapping his hand around his cock, he pumped until he became hard. Until he grew. For me.
“I am yours, Piper. All of me. Every inch. Every piece.”
I pushed my hands beneath his shirt, pulling it up his torso.
He pulled off the shirt, revealing his tanned torso to my feasting eyes. A bandage sat on his shoulder and another on his lower abdomen. He would have scars and they would constantly remind us for the rest of our lives of how he almost died.
We had so much to work through. We probably always would. Jail messed Jaron up. Brynlee being taken, messed us both up. But our love for each other would conquer all of the heartache life had thrown at us. It made us stronger apart and even stronger together.
“Remind me,” I whispered at the same time he sunk back into my body.
I sighed, spreading my legs even wider and taking his slow thrusts.
With his hand in mine, he consumed me completely.
“Jaron.” I ran my hands up his back. “I promise.”
He lifted his head, staring down at me, his hips stopping. “Really?”
I nodded. “But you hurt me. You broke my heart.” It had been the first time I voiced my feelings since he came home from the hospital. “Don’t leave me. Ever again. If you need to go, take us with you. We are a team, Jaron. Don’t forget that.”
He leaned his forehead against mine. “I don’t deserve you, Piper. But I will spend my days showing you how much I love you. How much I need you. How deeply in love with you I am.”
“It’s deeper than love. Isn’t it?”
He kissed my nose and then my mouth. “It is.” He released me and stripped the rest of the way. Kneeling back between my legs, he took my thoughts and feelings and made them his. He owned and consumed me, making me forget all of the pain.
A couple of hours later, we were still in bed and his hands were cupping my head as he thrust his cock between my lips.
I enjoyed tasting myself on him. It reminded me that I in fact belonged to him. It also reminded me of how far we had come.
My tongue slid along the veiny ridges of his thick length. It slipped into the slit in the tip.
He groaned, his fingers tightening on my head. “Baby.”
I smiled around him. I loved when he became desperate and begged. It didn’t happen often but turned me on every time it did.
Lowering my mouth, I took him down my throat. I gagged around him but kept going. I couldn’t stop, knowing I needed to make him feel good. It made me wet the harder he became for me.
“Fucking hell.” His hips bucked. “Your throat is so tight.”
Releasing him, I kissed the tip and wrapped my hand around him. “You taste like me.”
He grinned, his eyes darkening. “I bet you taste like me too.”
A breathless laugh escaped me. “I’m sure I do.”
“Let me taste.”
Reaching between my legs, I slipped a finger inside of me before bringing it up to his mouth. I ran the wet tip along his lip.
His mouth parted, his tongue peeking out to lick along the soaked end of my finger. “Tasty.”
It was dirty but it was needed, and it was ours.
Piper
“Holy fucking shit,” Meadow exclaimed. “Our parents told us some things, but I didn’t know there was more to it than what they said.”
I laughed lightly, shrugging.
I had just finished telling Gigi, Luna, and Meadow everything that had happened and why I had disappeared again after the last time I saw them at Gigi and Vince’s place.
“I knew you two were struggling but I didn’t know…” Luna shook her head. “Wow.”
It had been a month since Jaron was shot and almost died. The next day after he was discharged, he went out and bought me a ring. He slipped the ring on my finger. I still gave him the same answer again and then he fucked me until I continued saying yes over and over.
We hadn’t left the house since and spent most of our time as a family. The only time we did end up leaving, was for my doctor’s appointment. Our unborn baby was strong and healthy, thankfully the stress of what happened had not caused any issues.
“I know.” I sighed. “I’m sorry. For everything. For not keeping in touch when Jaron was in jail. For not letting you know Brynlee as much as you should. I’m sorry for being a bad friend.”
“You are not a bad friend.” Gigi moved from her spot and sat beside me on the couch.
The girls had come over to my place while Jaron brought Brynlee for a playdate with Luna and Zach’s son, Benjamin. It was nice for Jaron to get reacquainted with his cousin, Zach, and I suggested that we do it more often.
“You’ve had it hard.” Gigi grabbed my hand, holding it tight in hers. “I can’t imagine what you’ve been through, but I knew that you would come back around whenever you were ready.”
“She’s right,” Meadow said. “We all knew that. It’s why we never pushed. We often talked about how worried we were, but Shade reassured me that Cyrus and Sammy constantly looked out for you. It made me feel a little bit better.”
“I love you girls,” I sniffled. “So much. I couldn’t ask for better friends.”