He slaps a hand over my mouth and continues to fuck me. My body building into a million little pieces of pleasure, once put together my screams of ecstasy won’t be stifled by a hand.
He nips at the soft skin of my tit, and I rock my hips, wanting more of him.
We fuck so hard the dishes in the sink rattle, the pan on the stove falling to the floor.
Hand in my hair, he forces my head back and flicks his tongue along my neck and I fall over the edge of relief. My whole body igniting into an inferno of pleasure, my eyes squint and I moan so loud his hand ends up in my mouth. I bite down, and it’s as if the pain was what he needed to come. He tenses, growling and thrusting one, two more times. We still, our bodies sweaty, and both of us out of breath.
I situate my tits back into my bra, and close my robe. My hair all over the place, I can say I look and feel thoroughly fucked.
Taking a step back, he pulls his shorts up, shoving himself back inside.
“Goddamn, Piper,” he murmurs. He helps me down and pulls me close. I can feel him dripping down my leg so I try and clench my legs shut.
I look up to him, my arms wrapped around him.
“I missed you,” I tell him.
“Yeah, I missed you too, baby.” He kisses me on the lips.
“Let’s get to bed so I can do that again, but slower this time,” he suggests, biting his bottom lip in the most sexy way possible. He takes me by the hand, leading me behind him and down the hallway for a night full of sex.
15
A week later
Piper
Sitting at the bar, my phone in hand I listen to Delilah rattle on about some custom design she’s going to paint on some rich guys Harley, I’m trying to pay attention to her but lately I’ve been finding myself online looking at baby things. Clothes, bottles, cribs.
“Are you listening to me, bitch?” Delilah finally catches on she doesn’t have my full attention. I set my phone down and sigh.
“No, I’m going crazy thinking about the baby. Like, am I going to have to put a fucking crib up here? I need clothes, bottles,” I ramble on, talking with my hands.
“You’ll be out of here before you have the baby, if Rad doesn’t show up by then… then you killed him.” She nods matter of fact.
“Delilah!” Addie snaps as if talking ill of the dead is a bad omen. I laugh.
“You know Target has a lot of baby stuff, we can go check it out,” Addie suggests, leaning over the counter with a sly smile.
“Saint will have a heart attack if I go without letting anyone know,” I groan, running my hands through my hair, which reminds me the side where I had the stitches is starting to grow out and looks ridiculous. I’ve been trying to slick it back with hair product, but it’s not working.
“The men aren’t doing anything, we can have a couple guys come with us,” Delilah insists as if having a couple bikers follow us around a Target is no big deal.
“I don’t know,” I sigh, grabbing my phone to browse again.
Addie snatches it from me. “Yes, we’re going, go get dressed.”
My eyes flick to hers. “I am dressed.” I laugh. Sweatpants and a sports bra has been the comfiest thing I can find.
“Okay, but Target or Saint, isn’t going to let you roll out in just a bra,” Addie points out.
“Touché,” I reply, sliding off the stool.
“I’ll go round us up some scary bikers for protection,” Delilah says in a damsel in distress voice, making us all laugh.
I head down the hall to go find a shirt so Saint doesn’t go crazy about showing too much skin but stop short when I see Dani.
“Hey, where’s Vada?” Maybe she will wanna go shopping.
“School. I have her at a safehouse until this whole Rad thing blows over.” She informs, heading into Shadow’s office.
In the bedroom, I find one of Saint’s sleeveless shirts and put it on. It hangs loose, showing a lot of my sports bra, it’s perfect. I’ve been overly hot here lately so this will be perfect.
“Delilah said you’re wanting to go to Target?” Saint asks, walking into the room, a grease rag in his hand. He must be working on a bike or car in the garage again.
“Um, yeah. I wanted to go look at some baby stuff.” I shrug.
He nods before grabbing his holster off the back of the door and packs it with his gun. My eyes widen, what does he think is going to happen at Target?
“You and the girls take Delilah’s car, and I’ll follow if that’s okay?” he questions, shrugging on the holster.
I nod, halfway focused on what he’s saying because seeing him in that holster, topping it off with his leather cut is making me ache between my legs for him.
He stops what he’s doing and points at me. “Don’t look at me with those fuck-me eyes.”
Giggling, I grab my flip-flops and follow him out of the bedroom.
Pulling into Target, as expected, everyone who is walking in the parking lot is looking at us. Zane, Saint, Lip, Bobby, and Big Chief decided they didn’t have anything else to do, so they followed us in.
“This reminds me of my first dance all over again,” Addie says from the back seat, the men parking on both sides of the car.
“This is so embarrassing,” I murmur before opening the door.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been in a Target,” Big Chief states, putting his helmet on his handlebars.
“Alright now, Piper and the girls are going to do… whatever girl shit they need to do and we will just keep an eye out for Rad,” Zane informs everyone, trying to let us girls have our time, but with the heavy shadows of these men close behind, there is no way we will be doing girl talk.
Delilah wraps her arm around mine, Addie on the other side of me, as we walk into Target.
The sound of the men’s boots thundering behind us, and their dark presence gaining everyone’s attention. Tucking my hair behind my ear, I try to ignore the stares and go toward the middle of the store where they keep baby stuff.
I stop at the clothes, Delilah walks on to the next aisle, and Addie is on the other side of the rack I’m on.
“If I had a girl, she would be in flower dresses all the time!” Her tone giddy, she tugs a daisy dress from the rack and shows it to me. I stick my tongue out in distaste. She huffs and puts it back in place.
“Are we doing a baby shower?” she asks, turning to the shelf behind her.
“I dunno, I haven’t heard anything about one,” I mumble, lost in the selection of cute baby clothes. A little black romper with white buttons catches my attention, it’s so cute and sassy looking. I tuck it under my arm, which means I’m buying it.
Addie and I move to the aisle Delilah is in, noticing each of the guys standing at the end of each aisle in the baby section. Big Chief has his arms crossed like he’s a bouncer, and Bobby is playing on his phone. It’s as if they’re guarding the aisles. It’s insane.
“Are you bottle-feeding or breastfeeding?” Delilah asks, staring at pumps.
My eyes widen, reaching for a yellow breast pump. “I guess I haven’t given it much thought,” I mutter.