Her ass is perfectly shaped—round and plump.
I want to bend her over the pool table and spank her, take her from behind, fuck her, and then come into that pretty little mouth of hers again.
Shit. What the hell is wrong with me? She’s a client—a client! And not only that, I’m certain now that she feels something for me. Something she shouldn’t.
Around midnight, everyone starts to burn out.
Mr. and Mrs. Madison went to bed over an hour ago, as well as Bailey.
Lena yawns and then drops her pool stick. “I think I’m going to call it a night. The twins will be up early to unwrap gifts and I need to be prepared.” She grins at Piper and then at me. “This was fun! See you guys in the morning!”
“Goodnight,” Piper and I call after her, watching her walk up the stairs.
Stanley stands across from us, looking between us. I avoid his stare, but Piper looks him dead in the eyes.
“What?” she snaps.
“You seem a little moody, sis,” he says, head tilting. “You okay?”
“I’m fine.” She drops her stick, snatching her gaze away and walking around me. She heads for the stairs, glancing back. “I’m going to bed too. Goodnight.”
We watch her practically escape, and when she’s long gone, Stanley huffs a laugh and shakes his head. “You must have told her I know.”
“I had to.” I meet his eyes.
“I get it.” He scratches his head, and then gathers all of the pool sticks, placing them in the holder on the wall. “Well, you won this game, bud. I think I’m going to hit the shower and call it a night, too.”
“I’ll follow you out.” I put my stick away and follow him upstairs.
Before we can go our separate ways, he calls after me and I stop in the middle of the hallway, looking back.
“You think she’s pissed at me?” he asks.
“I don’t know, but I’ll talk to her and find out.”
“Does she actually tell you stuff…about the family?”
“She’s told me more than you think,” I admit.
“Oh.”
“I know you are her favorite sibling, and even though she’s upset, she’ll get over it…hopefully.”
“There can only be one reason she’s upset, you know.” He steps forward, frowning a bit. I turn fully to face him, trying not to let my frustrations show. “When you go, let go gently. I know Piper. I feel bad now, because I shouldn’t have gotten involved, but she’s my baby sister and I have to watch out for her. My family is all I’ve got.”
“I understand, and I will.”
His lips smash together and then he nods, turning hesitantly and walking into the kitchen. I hear the fridge open and know he’s most likely grabbing another beer.
Twisting the doorknob and entering the bedroom, I shut and lock the door behind me. I hear the shower running, and know Piper must be there.
I sit on the edge of the bed, waiting for her to come out so we can talk things through, and that’s when I notice something beside the desk. It looks like it’s supposed to be hidden, but someone did a horrible job at it.
I stand, eyes narrowed, and as I get closer, I see that it’s wrapped in gift-wrapping paper.
I pause, debating whether I should even look at the tag. It may not even be for me. It might not even be hers. But who else’s could it be?
I go for the package, picking it up and checking the tag.
To: Matthew
From: Piper
Without thinking, I open the gift, and when I come across the collection of the first issues of The Walking Dead comic books I remember telling her about at the airport, my face goes blank and my chest tightens.
“You weren’t supposed to find that.” Piper’s voice fills the room and I turn, spotting her wrapped in a towel, her burgundy hair dripping.
She’s almost soaking wet, droplets of water spilling down her chest, her face clear of makeup.
“Why did you buy this?” I ask, stepping toward her.
“Because I’m trying to play my part. We have to, remember? It would be odd of me not to give my boyfriend a gift for Christmas.”
“This is something I actually like, though. Something I can keep.”
“So?” She shrugs, picking up her suitcase and sifting through it. She takes out a silky, cream-colored gown, dropping her towel without a care in the world.
Her perfect ass is right in my face, the water from her hair dripping right through the crack. My nostrils flare when I realize what she’s doing.
She’s pretending she doesn’t care—but trying to get me to care too much.
Tempting me.
Teasing me.
Playing the part, as she keeps repeating.
Well, maybe she’s playing it too damn well.
“Piper?” I call as she unfolds the gown.
“What?”
“Look at me.”
“Why?”
“Look. At. Me.”
She stops, gown in hand, lowering her arms as she looks over her shoulder. Then, gradually, she turns, meeting my eyes.
My eyes travel over the length of her, those perfect brown nipples, pebbled and ready to be sucked. Her bald pussy between those full thighs.
Her eyes point down to my cock. I look with her. I’m hard as fuck for her right now.
I walk her way with the collection in hand, narrowing my eyes. “You didn’t buy this to play the part.”
“Yes, I did,” she retorts.
“No, you didn’t. You bought it because I told you I like the show and comics. Because you cared enough to buy it.”
“I just bought something realistic.” She shrugs.
“Don’t shrug your shoulders at me.”
She frowns when she realizes I’m serious.
I drop the collection on the desk and then grip her hips, reeling her in. “I’m going to fuck you one more time,” I whisper on her mouth.
A whimper catches in her throat.
“That will be my gift to you, Piper.” I step back, pulling my sweater over my head and then unbuttoning my jeans. I climb on the bed when I’m naked, lying flat on my back. “Turn the lights off and come here.”
She watches me for several seconds, astonished, confused. But in a matter of seconds, she walks over to flip the switch and then climbs on the bed. “What now?”
“Sit right here. Right on my face.”
“Your face?” she breathes.
“Yes. Ride my face. I need to taste you again.”
I hear her swallow hard, and as I grab her hand, bringing her closer, she comes willingly, swinging a leg over and settling her pussy above my face.
I spread her thighs apart, grab her ass, and because I know she probably hasn’t done anything like this before, I lift my head and glue my mouth to her pussy.
A sharp gasp fills the room and I groan below her, staring right up into her eyes as she focuses on mine. My tongue runs through her folds, and then I bury it deep into the hole, licking and swirling.
“I don’t understand you,” she sighs, working her hips in small circles.
I groan as she fucks my mouth.
“If I’m just a client,” she breathes again, “why do you keep doing this to me?” Her voice is shaky and it makes my cock throb, especially when she grips my hair, grinding her wet pussy on my face. “Oh, just like that,” she gasps, gripping tighter. “Oh, God. Yes.”
It doesn’t take long for her to get there. Her body bucks and quakes in unexplainable ways. She trembles and whispers my name, and then her thighs lock around my face.
Her entire body shakes, and she cums so damn hard, as if she’s been in need of this kind of release all day.
Her sweet juices coat my tongue. I feel her pussy clenching, her grip loosening in my hair when her body finally settles down.
Clutching her waist, I pull her aside, lay her on her back, and then climb above her, shoving one leg up and gripping the back of her thigh. My cock fills her up without any
hesitation at all.
It slides right in with no resistance.
She’s wet as hell for me. Tight and ready.
“Shit, Piper,” I breathe. “Pussy is so fucking wet, angel.”
She writhes below me, and I pump faster, my hand traveling up to her throat and gripping it lightly. She likes it—how I dominate every part of her. She likes that I’m in control, that we’re doing this after a full day of denying each other.
She likes having my cock inside her. I know it. She works her hips with me, needing me to fill her with every inch to ease the ache.
“I bet you wish you never hired me, huh?” I ask.
She gasps, letting out a hard whimper. “No,” she breathes. “No. I’m glad I did.”
“Why’s that, angel?”
“Because,” she pants, running her hands down my chest, “you are the best I’ve ever had.”
“Really? Shit. Glad to hear it.” I smile smugly, slamming in, making her fingernails run down my chest.
I shut my eyes and the sensations take full control. I feel everything. How wet she becomes, gripping the hell out of my cock with the walls of her slick cunt. She doesn’t let up, grinding in sync with me, sliding closer and picking her hips up off the bed to feel it all.
When it’s due time, I can’t help but come, stilling between her thighs and groaning as I pump out my release. She looks up at me with bright green eyes, sighing as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip.
“You are so sexy, Piper,” I whisper, leaning in, my lips on the lobe of her ear, beard running across her cheek.
“Don’t say stuff like that to me. Not right now.” She slides from beneath me, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Matthew…I was thinking…”
“Thinking what?” I pant, sitting on the bottom edge of the bed and pulling my boxers on.
“Well, if you want to leave early you can.”
I turn around, staring at her back. “Why would I do something like that?”
“Don’t worry—you would still get paid. I’ll deliver your money personally. You’ve done a great job. Really.”
“But?”
“But…well, I know how I am. And…the truth is I do like you, Matthew. You are a great guy and you’ve made this Christmas fun for me. But I know these feelings for you probably aren’t real, because you are just doing your job and it can’t be that way.”
I hesitate before responding. “No, it can’t.”
She’s quiet for what feels like an eternity. Then she stands from the bed, putting on her gown and sliding into a pair of slippers. She walks to the door, but before she can open it, I’m up, collecting her in my arms.
“Where are you going?”
She looks over my shoulder, focused on the bed. “I can’t share a bed with you anymore.”
“Why not?”
She shakes her head. “I just can’t. Not when I know what’s best for me.” She stands close, but it seems she isn’t close enough. “I’m afraid of one thing, Matthew. One thing I’ve always had a bad habit of doing—something I try so hard to avoid.” She strokes my cheek, her voice softer as she finally says, “And that’s falling for the wrong guy.”
She pulls out of my arms, looks me deep in the eyes, and then turns, opening the door and walking down the hallway.
I stand there, naked as fuck, dumbfounded, but I don’t go after her.
I can’t go after her.
I can’t because I’m doing what’s best.
Sparing her feelings.
Sparing her heart.
A girl like that deserves way more than some lame escort with a felony.
I can’t lead her into thinking this is more than it is. I can’t give her anymore of myself than I’ve already given, so I stay back and sulk instead.
Chapter 15
Piper
It’s Christmas Day and it is dragging.
It’s the same thing every year. After we unwrap presents, we eat a Christmas breakfast that consists of waffles, muffins, scrambled eggs, and sausage. Coffee comes in handy with all the energy Mom can somehow conjure up. Sometimes it’s hard to keep up with her.
I avoid Matthew as much possible, but not enough for others to notice. Of course he does. I can feel him looking at me, and during breakfast he even asked me if we could have a word alone.
I told him no, got up to clean off my plate, and then went to work on some stuff for the magazine in “our” bedroom.
Fortunately, there is an extra room here and I made use of it last night, tossing and turning as I tried to sleep. It was a horrible experience, but only because I couldn’t get him off my mind.
It’s about four in the afternoon now and in about fifteen minutes everyone will be outside for the annual Madison family snowball fight.
I am not up for it this year. I love a good snowball fight, but with Matthew around and the truth circulating, I can’t get into it.
While everyone is being bombarded by snow, I’m drowning myself in glasses of red wine and responding to a few emails from Jen.
She’s not having the best of time with her family, either. I’m certain if my family wasn’t so overbearing she’d rather be here than there. Too bad they are.
As I send off an email, I hear the front door shut and Stanley shows up in the kitchen moments later.
“Woo!” He dusts off the snow, rubbing his hands together to warm them up. “You are missing one hell of a fight out there, Pipey! Matthew has a fucking cannonball for an arm.” He shrugs out of his coat, walking for the fridge. “Did he play baseball before?”
His question is asked almost like he already knows the answer.
“How would I know?” I mutter rhetorically. “If anyone has that background information, it’d be you.”
He steps up to the counter, smirking as he chugs down his beer. I don’t think he catches my sarcasm. “You should know things like that—what sports he played, how he likes his coffee, what cologne he wears…right?” he tests.
I shut my laptop, picking up my glass of wine and walking to the exit of the kitchen. I can’t be around Stanley. I might blow up on him.
I can hear Jana and Joey squealing like piglets and Mom shouting how someone is cheating. It sounds like fun, but I think I’m a little too tipsy to bother. I guess I’ll go to the basement and watch some Sex and the City on the big screen.
“Wait—Piper,” Stanley calls before I can escape. I turn, groaning as I roll my eyes.
“What, Stanley?”
He holds his hands out, confusion masking his face. “You’ve been avoiding me more than ever lately. What’s going on with you?”
Is he fucking kidding me? After all he’s said to Matthew he thinks he can pretend he doesn’t know what’s going on? I step toward him, thinning my eyes. “You really have the balls to ask me that question right now?”
He laughs nervously. “Well, yeah. You’re usually the life around here. The only one I can really goof off with. Things seem a bit dull between us.”
“Okay.” I walk to the kitchen island where he’s standing and place my glass down. “Stop acting like you don’t know what’s going on. You wanted to be nosy and do the digging, and because of it, you have ruined everything between Matthew and me! I mean seriously! Are you so bored and miserable without Macy that you had to go digging into Matthew’s business?”
He stares at me, a blank expression. I think I’ve just fired some serious shots. I’ve unleashed anger that was never supposed to escape. I guess this is goodbye to me being his favorite, but I can’t take it back now. Though I feel awful for saying that and stooping so low, I can’t take it back.
Stanley had no right. Why couldn’t he just accept Matthew like everyone else and move the hell on?
I want to take it back, but at the same time I don’t, because if he’d never opened his damn mouth to Matthew, I wouldn’t be trying to avoid him and Matthew wouldn’t be so hesitant to make a move now. Matthew, I’m sure, is ready to zoom right through the exit as soon
as his time with me is up.
Stanley stands up straight, running a hand through his hair and then across his face. His face is much paler now, the color completely drained from it.
“Wow, is that really how you feel? Like I ruined everything?” he asks, voice soft.
“How the hell else should I feel? Everything was fine before you put a scare into him.”
The kitchen becomes quiet and Stanley puts his beer bottle down, dropping his head.
“Piper,” he says quietly. “The only reason I did it is because I am your brother and I love you. I want nothing but the best for you and if looking into someone to make sure you don’t end up hurt later was selfish of me, then I guess I can live with that because I don’t regret it. I would take a bullet for you without hesitation. I will do whatever I can to protect you…but I guess you don’t see it that way, which is cool. I just…I thought you would understand is all. You didn’t tell anyone about this guy. Not even me. I had my reasons to be suspicious.”
He forces a smile at me, but it’s broken and sad. My eyes well up and guilt automatically eats my heart out as he walks around me, leaving the kitchen and walking out the back door.
Damn it, Stanley! Why couldn’t he have said that before I spewed all of those mean words?
Now I feel like shit.
My head drops and I blow a defeated sigh. Regret washes through me. I know Stanley doesn’t have much of a life without Macy. I shouldn’t have said that. That was so wrong of me.
My heart breaks for him and I feel so awful because I know deep down he was doing it with my best interest at heart. He has always done things like this for me, and most of the time because I hinted at it.
Stanley never meant any harm, I’m certain of it. And I’d do the same for him if it meant I was protecting him.
The front door opens and Mom walks in, covered in snow. She spots me in the kitchen as she enters, pulling off one of her gloves.
“Hey, sweetie,” she chimes. “You aren’t going to come out for the snowball fight? Gotta tell ya, Matthew has great aim! He’s been hitting everyone!” She steps in front of me, smiling like a schoolgirl. “He is such a fun, loveable guy!”
I try so hard not to roll my eyes.
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