One Shameless Night (A West Sisters Novel #2) Amazon

by Hargrove, A.

  We cackled.

  “Oh, and you remember my friend, Sutton? The one from high school?”

  “Yeah, what about her?”

  “She moved to Charleston, South Carolina. Well actually, she lives on Sullivan's Island, wherever that is. A burb of Charleston, she said. But anyway, she has a salon there and wants me to come and work with her. Rent a chair from her. After I get my degree or certification, I'm going down to check it out. She said they are busy as can be and that I'd make a ton because her salon caters to the wealthy.”

  “That sounds awesome. What does Dad think?”

  “He's all for it. Said it would be a cool place to visit. And that's when you'd be coming home. Unless your professor steals you away.”

  “Stop it. I'm not getting stolen away. But I want to visit too.”

  “Cool. You and Dad could come down together.”

  “That's not exactly what I was thinking.”

  She howled. “Oh yeah. Hey, let me hop off this call. I need to get cracking on studying perms. You wouldn't want one, would you?”

  “Not on your life. I'm hanging up now. Love you, baby sis.”

  “Back at you.”

  Every time I spoke with someone from home, I got warm fuzzies. Ever since I'd moved in with Alessandro, Emma and I hadn't gone out as much. But she invited me over for Friday night. Gabriele wasn't happy about it but Alessandro stepped in and told him he could have someone spend the night.

  “Can I ask Thea to spend the night?”

  We looked at each other and nearly died.

  “Gabriele, I think it's best if you ask a boy,” I said.

  “Why?”

  “Because boys, mums would rather have them go to boys' houses,” I said. That was the best I could do.

  “But I like Thea. She's as fun as the boys.”

  Alessandro said, “I'm sure she is, but she can't spend the night. So you have to choose a boy.”

  “Arthur. I pick Arthur.”

  I mouthed to Alessandro, “Good luck.”

  On Friday evening, Arthur arrived. The house was in full swing, and Alessandro was giving the boys horse rides as I left to go to Emma’s. She picked me up and when she walked inside, she let out a scream. “Oh, dear, there's a carnival going on in here.”

  The little ones giggled and Alessandro neighed. That got the boys laughing even harder.

  “Ta-ta for now,” I said, walking out the door.

  “I don't know how you do it,” Emma said as we got inside her car.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Come on, Piper. Don't be coy. That man is gorgeous. How do you stand living under the same roof without shagging him?”

  I shrugged. “I have my trusty favorite vibes. That's how.”

  “It's not the same.”

  “True, but it's better than being frustrated.”

  “My lady garden would be sprouting roots into his bedroom by now.”

  I rubbed my face. “It's complicated.”

  “So is my lady garden, but I'd trap his man root somehow.”

  I died laughing. “Man root? Where the hell did that come from.”

  “You know. Lady garden? I thought the analogy was brilliant.”

  I was still laughing when we got to her place. “Oooh, wait until you see what I've made for dinner tonight.”

  “What?”

  “I'm not telling.”

  As she opened the door, smoke poured out. “Bloody hell, what's going on?”

  We both rushed inside to find her dinner had burnt to a crisp in the oven. I checked the oven and gasped. “Emma, did you know you set it to two seventy-five?”

  “What? It was only supposed to be on one seventy-five.”

  “No wonder it burned up.” That was around five twenty-five Fahrenheit.

  Once we got the offensive dish outside and opened the doors, the place aired out.

  “Hey, don't you have a smoke alarm in here?”

  Her sheepish look had guilt written on it. “I took the batteries out and didn't replace them.”

  “You dumbass. We're going to buy some right now. As soon as the air is clear.”

  We did. And then we picked up carry-out on the way back.

  As we ate our Thai food, I asked, “Are you going to tell me what you cooked?”

  “It was my mum's shepherd's pie recipe and it's so good. Shit, I'm pissed off.”

  “Drunk pissed or mad pissed?”

  She flashed me a duh look. “How the bloody hell can I be drunk? I've only had the one glass of wine.”

  “Right.”

  “I have a plan. Here's what you need to do.”

  “For what?”

  “To get that hot professor's man root into your lady garden.”

  “Will you stop? Between you and my family, I'll never hear the end of him.”

  She grabbed the wine bottle and poured us each another glass. “No, this is brilliant. Just listen. I swear it will work.”

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Alessandro

  All I wanted to do was sit for five peaceful minutes, but Arthur and Gabriele were two terrors running around.

  “Chase us here.” “We want another horse ride.” “Can we play hide and seek?”

  It never ended until it was their bedtime. They didn't even care about the movie and candy I'd purchased. At this point, I was willing to bribe them with anything.

  After I tucked them both in and told them only thirty minutes of talk was allowed, I came downstairs and collapsed onto a chair. That had been worse than four hours of a brutal workout. Where did all that energy come from? I'd love to buy some if possible.

  I finished the scotch I poured, then dragged myself to bed. It was unbelievable how two six-year-olds had exhausted me. After I got ready for bed, I read for a bit, but keeping my eyes open wasn't an option. Those rascals would get up early, begging for breakfast, so I turned off the light and had no problem falling into a deep sleep.

  A loud noise pulled me reluctantly from my cloud of slumber, but I never came fully awake. That was until a soft, curvy, and naked body sidled next to mine and wrapped herself around me. My eyelids flew open as though a dozen ghosts flitted through the room, scaring me senseless. When I turned my head, I was staring into the smiling, and inebriated face, of Piper.

  “What are you doing in here?”

  Her hand landed on my cock and she asked, “What do you think I'm doing in here?”

  “You've been drinking.”

  She only giggled at my accusation. “Only a little.” Her hand worked me up and down, and I went to move it.

  “Don't you like this?”

  “Are you crazy? Of course I like it.”

  “Then why are you stopping me?”

  Because it's all I think of...that and fucking you, I wanted to say. But instead, what came out was, “The boys. We might wake them.”

  “Eh, I don't think so.” She climbed on top, straddled me, and captured my mouth in a searing kiss. Her hand never left my aching cock and it was only a matter of time before I would erupt in a ball-busting orgasm if she kept this up. She tasted of red wine and berries and all I thought of was how delicious her tongue was as she fucked me with it. My disappointment soared when she pushed me away, released my cock, and grinned. “I'm so happy you sleep naked.”

  Much to my surprise, and pleasure, she scooted down and wrapped her delicious mouth around me. God, it was beautiful the way she sucked my cock. Her hollowed cheeks pulled long and slow while her tongue did magical swirls around the head. I dug my fingers into her glorious mane and pulled her down on me, hard, until she bottomed out. It had been ages since I'd had this and I prayed it would last, but I knew better. With the way she worked her magic on me, that wasn’t possible.

  The next amazing thing happened. She lifted herself to her knees and that sultry ass of hers went up into the air. All I wanted now was to fuck her, hard. She wasn't a skinny woman, like many were these days. Piper had luscious curves and lots of t
hem. And I loved every one. That was when I shot my load. I came, shooting down her throat and she moaned as though she loved it. Groaning until every last pulse was done, I was finally spent.

  “That was yummy.” She licked her glistening lips and it reminded me of what I was going to do next. I pulled her up for a kiss and then slid under her parted thighs.

  Spreading her nether lips with my thumbs, I licked with long and slow swipes, back and forth. She quivered beneath my touch and it made me smile, because I couldn't wait to really get her going. Hooking one finger inside of her, I aimed my tongue at her bundle of nerves, then flicked it like a butterfly. She held onto the headboard as she knelt over me, panting. Adding another finger inside, I pumped them both and flicked her to orgasm as she shuddered over me.

  Except I wasn't finished. In one sweeping motion, I shifted her onto her belly, hiked her ass up, and continued where I left off. It wasn't long before she was falling into another climax. The need to bury my cock into her was stronger than ever. I reached into my bedside table and dug around for a condom. I prayed I still had one. It had been ages since I needed one and if I did, I also prayed it was still worthy of use.

  “Don't worry. I take the shot,” she mumbled.

  I didn't trust those words. I would never trust the words of another woman, so I was relieved when my fingers landed on a foil packet.

  “Extra security,” I said, my voice hoarse with lust. It took little time to roll the latex on and I didn't have to ask if she was ready for me. Her gray eyes begged for more. Hiking her ass even higher in the air, I pushed my tip inside.

  “Cristo.” She was tighter than ever. “Is this okay?” I wasn't sure who I was asking this to, her or me.

  “Yess,” she hissed. She pushed against me and I was lost. Thrusting balls deep, I groaned, and that was all it took. Her hips followed me and we established a perfect rhythm together. My fingers sunk into her soft flesh and each time I slammed into her, she moaned. I spread her ass cheeks to get a better view of her beautiful pussy as it devoured my cock each time.

  My words rushed out, a combination of Italian and English, because I was lost in her succulent sex. The arch of her back, the length of her spine, the way her hair tumbled across the sheets were the most surreal pictures, more than I ever dreamed of. And had I ever dreamed of her. Nightly. Images of her would awaken me, my hand fisting my cock, with me imagining I was pumping it between her glorious tits. God, how I loved her breasts.

  An intense orgasm surged over me, once her inner muscles tightened their grasp on my dick. I collapsed next to her, breathing as though I'd just come in from a run. She turned her head to stare at me, her mouth opened in astonishment.

  Her lips were too enticing to ignore, so I pulled her closer, close enough to kiss. It began softly, but quickly escalated into me possessing all of her. What was it about her that I couldn't contain myself? I wanted all of Piper West. Not just a taste. What had she done to me? Maybe I could fuck her out of my system, and then be done with her. But something told me this would never happen. When you experienced the best, the most extraordinary sex of your life, that wasn't exactly easy to shrug off and walk away from.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Piper

  I awoke to bright sunshine and someone nibbling on my shoulder. Wait, someone was nibbling on my shoulder? I opened one eye to see Alessandro hovering above me.

  Sitting up like I'd been burned, I asked, “What the hell are you doing?”

  Flashing me an unbelievably sexy smirk, he said, “I'm the one who should be asking you that.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  It was his turn to sit up and the sheet fell away from him, revealing an amazing set of abs. I squeezed my eyes shut.

  “Piper, you're in my room.”

  “Your room?” And then the plan Emma and I concocted in our inebriated states plowed into me. Oh for fuck's sake, did I really go through with it?

  “Yes, my room. You crawled into my bed last night and proceeded to do all sorts of wicked things to me. How did you expect me to refuse, especially with your mouth wrapped around my dick?”

  “Ugh. I'm such an idiot.” I slapped my forehead. “Ow. My head is killing me.” I fell back onto the pillows.

  “I don't doubt that and I'm sure other things will be, um, quite sore today too.”

  I wanted to wipe his smug grin right off his face.

  “Of all...”

  “Don't worry, you enjoyed every single minute of it. So much that you actually begged for more. I didn't realize what a verbose lover you were.”

  “Oh, my God. I can't believe you!”

  He got out of bed as though he hadn't a care in the world. And why would he? He'd just been shagged all night by some drunk slut.

  “Listen, if you don't want to get caught naked in here by two six-year-olds, I suggest you either get dressed or skedaddle.” He flicked his hand.

  “Why, of all the...”

  He held up his hands. “I'm only trying to save your reputation.”

  “My reputation.” I had no reputation left. It was tattered, scattered, and blown apart into bits and pieces, thanks to none other than yours truly. I was going to kill Emma for bringing this up in the first place.

  “Piper, can I just say you were spectacular. I had no idea your mouth was so talented.”

  Was he ever going to shut up? Each word was a knife into my shameful slut's gut.

  “Thank you, but can you just stop talking. I feel sick.” I got up, shocked at my nudity, threw on my robe, and stomped to my room. On the way there I was aware of the exquisite ache between my thighs. Good Lord, how many times had we done it?

  I hunted for my phone and crawled into bed. Then I called Emma.

  “Yeah,” a groggy voice answered.

  “I'm going to kill you.”

  “What's up, Piper?” She sounded like death.

  “How did I get home last night?”

  “Cab.” Her answer was more of a grunt.

  “Do you even remember that stupid plan you concocted?”

  “Plan?”

  “Urrgh. The one where I was supposed to come home and get in bed with you know who?”

  “Oh, that.”

  “Well, guess what this drunk slut did?”

  All of a sudden her voice became alert. “No, you did not.”

  “Oh, yes I did and from the way I feel, I was banged ten ways to Sunday. And I don't remember it.”

  “That's bloody brilliant.”

  “Are you crazy?”

  “No, why?”

  “One, I'm now a slut. And two, we can't do this. He has no interest in me.”

  “Piper, darling, if he had no interest in you, he would've hustled you back to your own bed last night.”

  “The bloody bastard told me I had a spectacular mouth.”

  “Well, that's settled then. He loved you.”

  “No, Emma. He loved the blow job I gave him, not the blow job giver.”

  “Has no one ever told you the way to a man's heart is through sucking his man root? Hey, did you swallow?”

  “How the fuck am I supposed to know? I don't even remember getting fucked.”

  “What a shame. Maybe next time. Well, I have to go back to sleep now. We'll plan something else on our next date. Ta-ta.” And she ended the call, the little stinker.

  There would be no more planning with Emma when I was drinking. But I would eat those words later.

  I curled back onto my pillow and took a nap. When I woke up, it was lunchtime. I bolted out of bed, took a quick shower, and ran downstairs to an empty house. It was eerily quiet without the family around. Family? Whoa, Pipe.

  Starving, I rummaged through the fridge to make a sandwich and was eating when they came home. Gabriele ran over to me asking if I was sick.

  “No, why?”

  “You stayed in bed like Nonna does if she's sick.”

  Ruffling his hair, I said, “I'm fine. I was just extra tired is a
ll.”

  “Do you want to go outside and kick the ball with me?”

  That was the last thing I wanted but maybe it would get rid of this hangover faster, so I did. Every time Gabriele passed the ball to me, I was extra slow at kicking it back, and he asked again if I was sick, citing my laziness. I finally confessed to feeling a tad under the weather. So we went inside where the professor's steamy eyes roamed all over me. My body heated, along with my core. This wasn't good. I couldn't stand to be all worked up like this and not have any relief in sight. He was playing with me in an unfair way.

  Gabriele went up to his room to play and I hissed, “Stop looking at me like that.”

  “You started it. Had you not done what you did to me last night, I wouldn't want you naked right now.”

  “You want me naked?”

  “I want you any way I can get you.”

  “We can't. We can only be friends.” My protest was weak, sounding more like a question. “Living together is bad enough.”

  “True, but no one has to know. We can be discreet.”

  “So, what, we'll be fuck buddies?”

  “Yes. Does that appeal to you?”

  More than you'll ever know. But this man was obtuse. I didn't want to be only fuck buddies. I wanted more. Wasn’t it obvious in my tone?

  “Weren't you the one who put me off in the beginning? And that was before we had Gabriele to consider. What will happen if he thinks we are more than that?”

  “He won't. We'll make sure he doesn't.”

  He was so sure of himself and acted like the only thing he cared about was having sex. I wanted to scream at him. All he was worried about was his dick. But there was one thing that I needed to know. Was it as spectacular as I imagined? I had to have it one more time when I was sober, so I knew.

  “Maybe we can try.”

  “We can do more than try.” His eyes targeted mine and it was over. There was no going back, but I also knew this was the biggest mistake I'd ever make in my life.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Piper