by Grant, Livia
“Oh, maybe not physically, but you sure as hell cut me deep that night.” Nolan’s smile dipped briefly before he grinned. “But you made up for it last night.”
Shit. Shit. Shit.
“What does that mean? What did you do?”
“Don’t you mean, what did you do?”
“Whatever. What happened? Did we…?”
His smile dimmed as he pinned her with a way-too-serious glare.
“Whatever the hell you think of me, Piper, I sure as hell hope you know I’m not the kind of man who would take advantage of you while you were incapacitated.”
A wave of relief mingled with a strange sense she recognized as a foreign feeling of… what? The closest word she could come up with was safety, but that still felt wrong.
She needed caffeine. She needed to stay focused.
“So, where’s my bra? And don’t tell me I puked on that too.”
“I admit I was intrigued when I got the gown off and found those sticky pasties on your tits. They were really stuck on. What did you use, super glue? I hope you don’t mind, but I had to use a warm compress to get some of the adhesive off.”
Piper felt the heat rising in her face as she realized Nolan had undressed her to find her red-carpet secret weapon for keeping her cleavage looking as pert as her younger peers. Her hands flew to cup her breasts reflexively.
“You can try to hide them now, but I’ll forever be grateful I have the sight of those glorious tits of yours forced into submission.”
She didn’t miss his veiled use of the BDSM analogy. She didn’t bite.
“Fine. Are you going to tell me I puked on my panties too?”
Shit. A grin lit up his face. She hated that his smile had the power to make her breath hitch.
“Oh no, you didn’t puke on those, but they were so damn wet, I thought you’d be more comfortable if I took them off.”
Piper swore she could feel the blush on her cheeks spreading across her entire body as she realized he’d seen the evidence of her arousal from the game of cat and mouse they’d played the night before.
“Asshole,” she gritted out.
“Oh, no. You’ll be glad to know, I didn’t even touch your asshole… at least, not yet.”
Unable to come up with a witty response, she growled as she spun around, beelining it for the bathroom.
“I see you remember where the bathroom is,” Nolan’s voice called out from behind her. “Just let me know if you need any help in there.”
For some reason, his taunt annoyed her. She was aware he was reminding her that she’d been there once before. That had been a lifetime ago. Too much had changed since then. She knew what Nolan Boeing didn’t—she could never go back to that innocent, naive version of herself.
Piper looked around the bathroom vanity, opening a few drawers to find Nolan’s personal bathroom items. She felt like she an intruder rummaging through his deodorant… his beard trimmer… a tube of Ben-gay?
She jumped as he spoke from right behind her.
“If you tell me what you’re looking for, I could help you find it.”
Their eyes met in the mammoth mirror in front of them. They were barefoot, and he stood an entire head above her, something not many men did. She wasn’t a short woman.
“I need to brush my teeth. My mouth tastes like…” She paused, trying to come up with an accurate description. “Like I ate a minty road-kill animal.`”
Nolan laughed out loud as he moved closer to open the cabinet beneath the sink.
“I was with you all night and would have stopped you from eating road-kill. I’m pretty sure the taste is actually the residue of puke mixed with a few Tic-Tacs.” Standing, he held out a brand-new toothbrush, still in its package.
Just as she reached to take the toothbrush, Piper realized she now had a front-row seat to Nolan’s impressive display of morning hard-on—his perfectly engorged cock jutting from his body like a flagpole waiting for its flag.
Stop looking at it, you idiot.
Her internal chastise came too late. The grin above his chiseled chin, covered in the ideal amount of scruffy beard, told her he was enjoying her checking his body out.
Piper tried to change the subject. “Tic-Tacs?”
“It was all I had with me to help after… well, you know… after you blew chow…” When she failed to respond, he tacked on, “Yakked… vomited… hurled… spewed… puked…”
“Jesus, what are you? A walking thesaurus?”
“When I need to be. It’s just one of my many talents.”
She snapped the toothbrush out of his hand, spinning back toward the mirror to look around for toothpaste in order to avoid making eye contact.
Without missing a beat, Nolan reached around her to open a drawer, pulling out a half-used tube of toothpaste and holding it out to her, and she snatched the tube. His naked chest brushed her back lightly, sending jolts of electricity through her that pissed her off.
Nolan pinned her with a heated gaze, staring back at her through their reflection.
“I’ll clean out a few drawers for you while you take your shower. That way, you’ll have room to leave some of your things.”
“Why the hell would you do that? Unless you’d like me to leave my smelly gown behind as a token of my feelings for you. Vomit pretty much captures it.”
Why wasn’t he getting angry? She wanted to make him mad. Better that than his current domineering glare that only made her knees feel wobbly beneath her.
“I’ll pass, but I do think I’ll keep those panties of yours. I prefer the body fluids on that tiny patch of fabric to your gown.”
“Pervert.”
“Guilty as charged.”
Her hands betrayed her, visibly trembling as she tried to load the brush with paste, spilling a dollop on the otherwise pristine counter.
Already off balance, Piper almost tipped over when Nolan quickly spun her around to face him, the loaded toothbrush falling into the sink as he yanked her into his arms. She could feel his erection sandwiched between them.
“Come on, baby. I think you owe me a chance here.”
“I don’t owe you anything,” she defended, wiggling rather lamely to get free. He only tightened his grip on her.
“I’ve spent a lot of money to just spend time with you, Piper, and gone to bed with blue balls twice now.”
“Sounds like a personal problem.”
“Oh, I’ll say. Everything about you and me is personal.”
Despite their proximity, she’d avoided making eye contact until she finally gave in.
“And a problem.”
“It doesn’t have to be. I can make it good.”
“Seems you have a pretty high opinion of yourself, sir. Do you really think you can buy me?”
“Fuck no. More importantly, you don’t need my money, and I sure as hell don’t want yours.”
“What do you want, then?” The question was out before she realized how dangerous it was.
“Do you have to ask? I want you, Piper. No, what I really want is us. Together. I’m better with you.”
“Of course, you are. Everyone is,” she said with as much bravado as she could muster. Where was Mistress Ice when she needed her the most?
“Stop. I’m not one of your little boy-toys that will work on. I’m all man and old enough to know exactly what I want.”
“You’re old enough, alright.” Her joke fell flat, her normal verbal defensiveness failing her.
“This goes both ways, Piper. You’re a grown woman, not the same naive version of yourself from five years ago.” His accurate description of her own thoughts from just minutes before unnerved her. “Isn’t it time you go after what you really want?”
“And you think that’s you?” She tried to laugh, but it came out as a manic squeak.
“I do, and I know that scares the shit out of you, but it shouldn’t.”
Piper wiggled to get away from his penetrating glare. To his credit, Nolan released h
er, but only until she’d turned back toward the sink. Their eyes met in the mirror as he hugged her from behind.
They stood in silence, each scrambling for the perfect witty comeback, only there wasn’t one. He’d hit the nail on the head, and they both knew it.
She was petrified of the feelings Nolan Boeing drudged up.
His heated glare was too much. She had to close her eyes. She wasn’t sure how long they stood there together—naked. Remarkably, Nolan remained silent, letting her hide in plain sight as she kept her eyes slammed closed, trying to shut out reality. If she were honest with herself, for even one moment, she loved the cocoon of warmth he seemed to wrap her in while he held her against his body. It was that realization that scared her the most.
When she opened her eyes, she found him studying her face… waiting patiently.
“I can’t do this,” was all she could muster.
“Piper, you can do anything you put your mind to, baby.”
Her brain told her to berate him for his continued use of the term of endearment she thought she hated. Somehow, when Nolan Boeing used it, she had to admit she didn’t mind it. What did that mean?
With each second that passed of their intense stare-down, her heart picked up its pace until she started to feel lightheaded. Sensing her weakness, Nolan tightened his grip on her.
“I’ve got you. I won’t let you fall.”
She understood he wasn’t talking about just this minute. Nolan was offering to catch her any time she needed him. Her brain rejected the offer. She was a powerful, independent woman. She didn’t need catching.
Only she’d clearly forgotten to copy her heart on the ‘independence memo’ as it beat wildly in her chest, only too happy to let someone take care of her for once.
God, she was tired. Exhaustion that had nothing to do with her lack of sleep or caffeine invaded and refused to let go. She felt like she’d been running a marathon for as long as she could remember, and Nolan Boeing was offering to carry her—give her a rest.
But losing her independence and privacy was too big of a price to pay, wasn’t it? As convincing as The Rock was, sandwiched against her ass, she knew she needed to leave before….
The ground beneath her started to shift as Nolan let his dominance loose. She’d known this man for years. She’d even seen the heated look staring back at her from the mirror a few times in some of her favorite dreams. They were the dreams she loved while they happened but always felt guilty about in the light of day.
Piper looked away, fumbling to pick up the toothbrush again to avoid the sexual haze filling the room. Nolan swatted the brush out of her hand just before he delivered what felt like the ultimate test.
“Before you brush your teeth, I’d like to get that smart mouth of yours a little dirtier. On your knees, Piper.”
It was a command, plain and simple. She was at a precipice, but she just wasn’t sure if what he was offering was going to push her over the cliff to her death, or if it was an offer to pull her back to safety.
The fact she didn’t yell at him or push away spoke volumes to each of them. To his credit, Nolan didn’t gloat. He merely kept that yummy dominant glare on his face while he gave her as much time as she needed.
How long had it been since she’d knelt in front of a man, instead of the other way around? She didn’t like where her memories took her, so she changed her internal question. How long had it been since she’d been on her knees and liked it?
That one was easier. The irony that it had been in this very house—in front of this very man, five years before—wasn’t lost on her.
It wasn’t really a decision. Her brain had checked out and left her heart and other needy body parts to fend for themselves.
It was as if he were inside her head, reading her thoughts. The second she decided to throw caution to the wind, Nolan’s hands left her arms, his right squeezing her boob while his left jammed into her messy hair, taking hold and yanking her head back hard against his shoulder. In a split-second, his mouth was in the nook of her bare neck, nipping and sucking at her like a man who’d been starved, and she was his feast.
Piper closed her eyes as she surrendered to the tidal wave of emotions she’d been so carefully holding at bay, letting them wash over her. Fear clashed with excitement. Dominance warred with submission. Sexual desire fought through the haze of bad memories, demanding its time.
But it was the intimacy she felt for the man pushing her to her knees she feared the most. It had taken years to hone her Mistress Ice facade. It was the mask that protected her from anyone getting close enough to hurt her again. Nolan Boeing had just torn down the wall between them, contaminating her with emotions she knew would be hell to shake when whatever this game they were playing ended.
He pounced, not giving her a chance to retreat. Thrusting his fingers into her messy hair, using her dark locks as handles, he yanked her face forward against him. Instinctively, Piper snapped her mouth closed, turning her head, so her left ear was jammed against his hard cock.
Her heart thundered in her chest as he growled, “Open wide, Piper.”
Three simple words, yet there was nothing simple about obeying. She was so used to giving orders… not taking them.
“Piper… look at me, baby.”
His words came out more a plea than a command. She let him manipulate her head until she was looking up into his handsome, flushed face.
“I hope you know you’re safe with me, baby. Always. I’m probably gonna push you hard, but all you need to do is say stop, and I’ll stop. Every. Single. Time.”
His words were like much-needed medicine, healing wounds she’d thought were long gone. She hadn’t even known she needed him to say them, but once she heard his assurances, she knew how very important the words were. Even more importantly, she believed him.
Nolan Boeing was a good man.
Domineering. Exasperating. Smart-mouthed. Honorable. Good.
And sexy as hell.
Her mouth popped open without her brain telling it to. Her body wanted what he was offering.
Just this once.
Piper lunged forward, taking the tip of The Rock between her lips. She’d forgotten how vulnerable it felt to be on her knees, working to bring pleasure to someone else. Mistress Ice hadn’t been concerned with such trivial things. Some tiny part of her brain tried to think about what a selfish bitch that meant she’d become, but Nolan surging forward far enough to fill her mouth with his cock chased all thoughts of anything but pleasure away.
She’d never heard of a blowjob being compared to riding a bike, but it seemed the art of giving head was quickly coming back to her. Her tongue lathed the underside of his shaft while she took him deep enough, when she sucked hard, he had to reach for the counter next to them to help steady himself on his feet.
“Damn, that feels so damn good. Spread your knees as far apart as you can get them.”
The man was insane. What good would that do? She was on her knees. He was on his feet. What was…
“Good girl. Now put your hand between your legs and play with your pussy. Get it nice and wet for me.”
Oh.
He didn’t have to tell her twice. She’d known she was turned on, but the second her fingers slid through her slick folds, she knew she was ready for his cock. The thought of him inside her pussy helped her enthusiastically take him deeper down her throat. The gagging rhythm of him face-fucking her bounced off the walls of the upscale bathroom, mingling with the slushing sounds of her fingers strumming her clit until she was on the edge, ready to fall into her orgasm.
Nolan’s “Stop!” coincided with him pulling out of her mouth, allowing her to gasp for a deep breath before he pulled her up to her feet with one fluid movement, spinning her around to face the wall of mirrors.
She had trouble recognizing the woman in the mirror—the wild, messy hair, the red face, flushed from the heat and exertion, the vulnerable tremble as she reached back to touch him, unwilling to lose
her physical connection to Nolan.
His hand was on her back between her shoulder blades, pressing her forward until her forehead bumped the mirror. Nolan grabbed her hips, manhandling her body until he had her laid out the way he wanted.
Piper waited to feel the panic from losing control of the scene, but it didn’t come. What did come was Nolan’s cock—hard, fast, and deep.
He was a man possessed, grabbing her hips with enough force, she was sure his grip would leave bruises. There was no build up, just his cock’s hard possession of her again and again, pounding into her wet tunnel, leaving no doubt between them who was in control.
He lifted her body high enough, her feet left the floor, and the angle of his thrusts changed, the tip of his erection now pounding against her G-spot. Within seconds, her first orgasm detonated like fireworks, exploding to touch every part of her body.
When her arms could no longer hold up the upper part of her body, Piper collapsed to the counter, mashing her boobs against the cool countertop as she laid languid like a rag doll, letting one orgasm roll into another until everything felt floaty.
The crack of his hand spanking her right butt cheek hit her brain, just before the pain from the smack registered through her sexual haze. She didn’t have time to protest before the next swat came… and the next… and the next. The only time he slowed his pounding possession was to reposition her so he could pepper another part of her ass with his open palm. Just when it almost hurt too much, the pain morphed perfectly to edge her higher.
Shit, he’s really good at this.
“Eyes. In the mirror.”
His deep voice sounded far away. It had to fight through the haze of her sexual awakening to register the meaning. She couldn’t have resisted obeying if she’d wanted to. Still, she had to struggle to lift her body from the pool of goo she’d melted into.
Their eyes met in the mirror as he continued his possession. His brown eyes were so expressive, she wanted to lose herself in them.
“Nolan…”
“Piper… you’re mine. Do you hear me?” When words failed her, he added, “This… right here… is how I want to start every day.”
Of course. Just like a man wanting to dip his nib…
