I dropped down on my elbows and nuzzled her neck. “Except the dick match game with your girls.”
She giggled and tilted her head, giving me better access. “Except that.”
I nipped her earlobe and whispered, “I need you right now, sugar.”
She wrapped her arms around me. “I don’t know what you’re waiting for.”
I chuckled and trailed kisses down her neck and over her exposed collarbone. “Not a damn thing. I’m not waiting for a damn thing anymore. I’ve got you again, and this time, I’m not letting you go.”
Her nails scratched up my back. “Then take me,” she whispered.
I didn’t need to be told twice.
My legs tangled with hers, my hands gently grabbing her arms, and I flipped us over. My fingers unsnapped her bra, dragging the straps down her arms, and I tossed it on the floor. “God damn, Nikki,” I growled. Her breasts were fucking perfect, gently hanging in front of me. “I’ve decided you aren’t allowed to ever leave my bed. Naked twenty-four seven only for me.” My hands molded to her breasts, and she leaned into my touch.
“As long as you’re naked with me,” she moaned.
My dick strained against the tight fabric of my boxers as my hands traveled around to her back and to her panties. “Not naked enough though,” I mumbled. I worked her panties down her legs as far as I could, and she shimmied them off the rest of the way, rubbing her body against me the whole way.
She sat back, resting her hands on her bare thighs, and looked down at me.
I sat up and wrapped my arms around her waist. “I fucking missed this. One night, and you completely changed my world.”
“You’re welcome,” she smirked. Her hands cradled my face. “We haven’t even started yet, handsome.”
Here was the Nikki who had caught my attention. Sexy as fuck, and sassy as hell. “Take my boxers off, sugar.”
Her hands went to the waistband of my boxers, and I lifted up as she tugged them down. “Now we’re talking,” she muttered. Her fingers wrapped around my rock-hard dick, and she stroked up and down. “I think they’re going to have to update that game and add The Pipe.”
“Nah, that is just for you.” I threaded my fingers through her hair, tugged her head to mine, and kissed the hell out of her.
Every time I missed her, I wondered where she was, and wished I could kiss her, I poured all that into this kiss. I pulled her down on top of me, our legs tangled, and our hands roamed each other’s body.
“Pipe,” she moaned as my hand snaked down between us, straight to her sweet cunt.
“Talk to me, sugar.” I needed to hear every little moan, sigh, and word she had to say. I knew her body wanted me, but I needed to know what she was thinking. Getting into her head was my ultimate goal.
I stroked her clit, and my tongue glided through her mouth. Her moans surrounded me as she ground her pussy into my hand, demanding more.
“Stop, please,” she gasped.
My hand stilled, and our eyes connected. Oh hell. “Nikki?” Please God, don’t let her change her mind. I think my dick is going to explode if she doesn’t let me fuck the hell out of her.
“I wanna come on your dick, not your hand.”
And right then and there, I could have died a happy man.
This woman was fucking amazing. I slipped my hand from her sweet pussy and gripped her hip. “God, I was a fucking fool for ever letting you leave my bed before.”
She pressed a kiss to my cheek. “We all make mistakes. It’s all about how you fix them.”
I flipped her over, sat back on my calves and looked down at her as I stroked my dick. “Lay back and watch me fix it, sugar.”
She spread her legs and put her hands over her head. “Now that sounds like a plan.”
My fingers found her clit while I stroked my dick up and down. “You remember that night, sugar? It was like your body was made for me. Every night, I relived that night, wishing you were with me again.”
“Is that why you’re stroking your cock instead of fucking me? That’s what you’re used to.”
My hand left her body, and I grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to me. “I’m about to fuck that sass out of you, sugar.”
“Promises, promises,” she gasped as I plunged into her.
I caged her in with my arms, resting them next to her head, and slid in and out of her wet pussy. “Fucking made for me,” I growled.
“Yes, oh God, yes,” she moaned. She wound her arms around my neck and closed her eyes.
“You feel it, sugar? You feel that?”
“Yes, yes,” she chanted over and over.
I felt it.
I fucking felt it everywhere.
I don’t know how I could have been such a fool to think I could live without this or find it with some other woman.
Nikki was it for me.
She made me complete when I didn’t even know I was missing something.
Her body responded to every touch and caress as my hands roamed over her. My dick plunged into her sweet cunt, milking me with each thrust.
I poured my cum into her while her body trembled beneath me as she found her sweet release.
“Good golly.”
I collapsed to the side and pulled her into my arms. “Good golly, huh? Guess I’ll have to try for a ‘gosh darn’ next time.”
She burrowed into my arms and sighed. “Shut it,” she mumbled. “You rendered me stupid for a bit. That’s all I could think of.”
I reached for the covers that had gotten kicked to the bottom of the bed and pulled them over us. “I’ll take it, sugar, as long as you’re lying naked in my bed.”
“Pretty sure my legs aren’t working right now, so even if you wanted to kick me out of your bed, you would have to carry me back to my place.”
“One sec.” I slipped from the bed, flipped off the lights, and climbed back into bed. “Sleep.”
“Hmm, not going to argue with you on that one.” She pressed a kiss to the underside of my chin and laid her head down on my shoulder. “Goodnight, handsome,” she whispered into the dark.
Her breathing evened out, and I knew she was asleep.
In my arms.
In my bed.
Halle-fuckin-lujah.
*
Chapter 21
Nikki
Ew.
“Pipe.”
What the hell was I going to do? It was half past six, and what I planned on doing was going to the bathroom and then falling back into bed with Pipe. But his bathroom was hindering me from even stepping foot near the toilet.
“Sugar?” he called sleepily.
“Um, I can’t do this.”
“Oh hell,” he mumbled. I turned, saw the light turn on in the bedroom, and he walked toward me naked. Beautifully naked. “Don’t go in there.”
I ripped my eyes off his dick that was at half-mast. “Yeah, I’m totally fine with that, except I really need to go to the bathroom.
“Can you make it next door?”
I looked down at my naked body. “Yeah, except I really don’t want to do that naked.”
“Grab one of my shirts, and we can go over there.”
“We?” I asked.
Pipe turned around and headed back into his bedroom. “Not letting you go over there by yourself. You forget there was some creeper looking in your window eight hours ago?”
I had. “Thanks for the reminder,” I mumbled. He tossed a shirt at me when I walked into the room, and I pulled it over my head. “Are we coming back over here?”
Pipe grabbed his boxers off the floor and tugged them on. “It’s up to you, sugar. Your place is a hell of a lot nicer.”
Thank God he had said it. “We can stay at my place. I can make breakfast when we wake up.”
Pipe pulled out another shirt, a pair of pants, and socks. He grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hallway. “You mean when you wake up again. I’m ready to start the day.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Are you insa
ne?”
He laughed and slid open the patio door. “No, just don’t sleep a lot.”
I hummed under my breath and slipped out the door. “We’re gonna have to change that.”
“I think you already have. I just slept six hours. That’s pretty damn good for me.”
“Oh, well, you’re welcome. Although I can tell you right now, as soon as I hit the bathroom, I’m falling back into bed.” Any time before eight o’clock was not for me.
He opened the door to my house and motioned for me to go in. “Whatever you want, sugar.”
Everything looked normal in my place, but it felt off. It felt like someone was watching me. “Um, where are you going to be while I try to sleep?”
“Here.”
I licked my lips and looked down the hallway. “Here, as in bed next to me?”
He chuckled and shook his head. “No, I planned on making a pot of coffee and watching TV until you woke up.”
I looked up at him and grimaced. “Um, I’ll try to sleep on the couch.”
He reached up and cupped my cheek. “Talk to me, sugar. Not even a minute ago, you were ready to pass out, and now you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
I glanced out the front window and shivered. “It feels like he’s still there.”
Pipe looked over his shoulder at the window and shook his head. He grumbled under his breath about perverts and skinning them alive. He stalked to the window and pulled the curtain closed. “He’s not here, sugar, and I am. You have nothing to worry about.”
“See, I know that in theory, but I’m still terrified.”
He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bathroom. He pushed me in and closed the door. “I’ll be right here.”
In any other circumstance, that would have been super weird, but right now, it made me feel safe. I did my business, washed my hands, and looked in the mirror where I promptly let out a scream.
“Nikki,” Pipe called as he pulled open the door.
“How are you even looking at me right now without cringing?” I demanded. I grabbed my brush from the sink and pulled it through my hair. “Turn around.”
Pipe chuckled and leaned against the doorframe. “I just looked at you for the past fifteen minutes.”
I wrinkled my nose and turned back to the mirror. “Don’t blame me if you have nightmares tonight.”
“Not likely.” He grabbed the brush from my hand and tossed it on the counter. “You look beautiful, Nikki. Knock it off.” He pulled me from the bathroom and into the bedroom. “Shirt on or off?”
I looked up at him. “Huh?”
“You sleep naked or in the shirt? Although, I have to tell you, if you take that shirt off, we’re fucking before you sleep.”
I put my hands on my hips. “That is about the only thing that could ever compete with sex.”
“So what’s it gonna be, sugar?”
A smile spread across my lips, and I pulled the shirt over my head. “How’s that for an answer, handsome?”
*
Pipe
“You’re a liar.”
I cracked one eye open. Nikki was leaning over me, her hair cascading down around us, and she had a huge smile on her face.
Now, this is how I could wake up every day. “You’re like a fucking angel.”
A blush crept up her cheeks. “We’re talking about you, not me. You were sleeping.”
I reached up and pulled her down for a kiss. “Yeah, I was,” I mumbled against her lips.
“You said you don’t sleep much.” She threw a leg over my waist, straddling me. “You wanna tell me why that is? I know you said before you have a lot on your mind, but I think there’s more to it than that.”
“Trying to get in my head, sugar?”
She shrugged and sat back on my thighs. “Only if you want me there, handsome.”
“You keep calling me that.”
She stuck out her tongue. “That’s ‘cause I can’t call you pretty.”
“You’re a goofball.”
She shook her finger at me. “You’re changing the subject. Tell me why you don’t sleep much.”
I sighed and fluffed the pillow under my head. “It’s nothing big, sugar.”
“I think the fact you can only sleep for a couple hours at a time is a rather big deal.”
“I mean the reason why I don’t sleep much isn’t a big one.”
“Then spill.”
I rested my hands on her bare thighs and looked up at her. “I just was afraid people wouldn’t be there when I woke up. I had this foster home when I was about eleven that I really liked. I went to sleep without a care in the world and woke up with my bag packed and I was out the door in my pajamas.”
“But that wasn’t your fault, Pipe. Staying awake all night wouldn’t have changed anything.”
“I know that now, but I still can’t sleep much.”
She sighed and rested her hands on top of mine. “But you did just sleep for six hours and then again for three.”
“I think that might have to do a bit with the workout you put me through.”
She ran her fingers up my arms and planted her hands on my chest. “Then I guess I need to work you out every night so you can get a good night's sleep.”
“Is that a threat?”
A smile spread across her lips. “More like a promise. A promise I’m going to fulfill right now.”
*
Chapter 22
Nikki
“I gotta run to Weston for the day.”
“Oh, okay.”
Pipe drank the rest of his coffee and set it on the counter. “Don’t look at me like that, sugar. I haven’t been there since last week.”
I rolled my eyes and grabbed his empty cup. “I know. We’ve kind of been in our own bubble the past few days. I can’t really expect to keep you all to myself.”
He grabbed my hand and pulled me around the counter. He turned, spreading his legs, and tucked me in between them.
“Hey, no hankie pankie on the clock,” Bos called from the window.
“You really think he has to say that every time I touch you?”
I put my hands on Pipe’s shoulders and sighed. “At least there isn’t anyone close when he yelled it this time. I swear, Mrs. Sawyer about had a heart attack yesterday when she turned around and saw your hand on my butt.”
“Hey, she should have been happy she got a show with her meal.” His hands went to my butt like they did every morning, and he gently squeezed. “We have a much smaller crowd today. Miller and Steve haven’t even looked up from their coffee yet, and I’m pretty sure Maury is sleeping.”
“You keeping tabs on everyone now?”
“Gotta keep you safe, sugar. Now kiss me so I can sort out Wrecker’s shit and be back here before you clock out.”
I leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “If you’re not back in time, I’ll just have Bos give me a ride home.”
“I’ll be here. The only person you’re getting a ride home from is me. Although, I did tell Bos to keep an eye on you until I got back.”
“Oh good, now I’ll have him watching my every move. At least with you, I was able to distract you.”
He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and stuck it in the corner of his mouth. I snatched it away and tucked it into my apron “Hey, give that back.”
I shook my head and pulled out of his arms. “Nope, I’ve decided you need to quit.”
He rolled his eyes and patted his pocket. “Good luck with that, sugar. I’ve got a full pack in here. You can keep that one to remind you of me while I’m gone.”
I lunged for his pocket, but he turned away and slipped out of his chair. “Behave while I’m gone, and try not to give Bos too much hell.”
He snagged me around the neck, pulling me close for a quick, heated kiss and then he was out the door before I could even think.
“You two are so darn cute together.” Alice breezed into the cafe and sat down in the chair Pipe had just been in
. “I saw you two from the window, and I’m pretty sure a car passing by heard me sigh.”
I set Pipe’s empty cup in the window for Bos to take and sat down next to Alice. “And just what are you doing here? It’s your day off. If I were you, I would still be sleeping.”
Alice shook her head. “No, if you were me, you would still be in bed, but you wouldn’t be sleeping.” She wiggled her eyebrows and grabbed a menu.
“Um, you really need to look at a menu?” I laughed.
“Hey, I want to feel like an actual customer today. Maybe be a little difficult and send my food back to Bos a few times.”
“Try it, and I’ll add a special ingredient every time,” he called from the window.
Alice rolled her eyes. “I swear, that man has bionic ears,” she mumbled. “Man, we really do have a lot of shit on the menu, don’t we?”
“There’s a lot, but most of the people order the same thing, so Bos only makes about ten things off a menu that has thirty things.”
Alice smiled and pointed her finger at something on the menu. “When do you think was the last time Bos made Eggs Benedict?”
“Not happening,” he called.
“Oh, come on,” Alice protested. “It’s on the damn menu. What happened to the customer always being right?”
Bos stood in front of the window and pointed his spatula at Alice. “You’re getting a ham and cheese omelette, home fries, sourdough toast, and bacon.”
Alice shrugged. “I guess that’ll do.”
Bos rolled his eyes and moved his pointing spatula at me. “You tell your biker about Richard?”
“Richard?” Alice asked. “What do you need to tell Pipe about him?”
“He asked her out, and I think he’s got something weird going on in his head about Nikki.”
I scoffed and moved to the coffeepot. “Richard is harmless. I didn’t tell Pipe about him, but I will tonight. It’s Wednesday so Pipe can see him when he picks me up.” The more I thought about Richard trying to hurt me, the more I realized Bos was crazy for thinking Richard was infatuated with me.
“Backup, backup,” Alice insisted. “I have heard nothing about Richard and you. Spill.”
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