Meagan traced a finger along my lips. She’d mentioned how surprised she was at how soft they felt even without any cushion. That had warranted a chuckle. I’d been admiring the same feeling in her mouth.
“Should we move upstairs?” she asked in a sultry voice.
“Seems like you just told me we have no reason to move anywhere.”
I stalked towards her and she tiptoed back into the dining room. Her eyes dripped lust with every step back – this was a game of cat and mouse where the mouse wanted nothing more than to be consumed. She tripped back on the piano bench and plopped down.
I sank in real close, our lips just a hot whisper apart. Her eyes trembled like liquid up close. Then, they shut, waiting for the end.
An idea struck me. I leaned into her ear and said. “Play for me.”
She snapped awake. “What?”
I lifted her legs and tossed them around the bench. “Let me see your hands move.”
She glanced over her shoulder, her eyebrows in disarray. “You want me to play the piano?”
I sank into a seat against the wall. “It’s been a stressful day,” I said. “I wouldn’t mind.”
She slid the cover off, still scrunched up with confusion. Her hands landed on the keys though and the anxiety slid off her like a sheet. Her first chords shook the room and she set off like thunder. My body rattled with her force and there was a strange comfort to the vibrations. Maybe it was cause the rumble felt like the pipes on Viper as I rode. Maybe it was something more primal than that. I know Mom had used to play. We still had her old brown Singer sitting against the wall in the den, covered with sheets like a funeral display.
What was better than that sound was the sight of Meagan at work. Her hands struck down demanding equal force back in the music. Her body crunched and released, revealing strength underneath all that softness. This was her in a way too, a steel core under that lush façade. She commanded the music like she were the general and the notes were her soldiers.
Still transfixed, I rose and came up around her. I ran my arms across her high shoulders and felt her energy burn through me, bring me to rise. My palms traced up her neck to her cheeks, and yet her hands did not flinch. They carried out her will, even as I cupped her pretty little face, tilted it back, and then sank mine onto it. My face rumbled as we tasted each other a moment longer and then her hands flew off the keys and seized me with that same force.
I dragged her up and shut the lid over the piano. Her hands fumbled around my jeans, but I led her focus back to our lips, still harsh and wet on each other. I leaned her back against the wood even as I unzipped that clean white dress. It was my turn to play now and I planned to get a goddamn symphony out of her.
She had on a satin white strapless bra which I left on, but I whisked the frilly panties off along with her dress. She sat open and bare and glistening on the seat, and my fingers tripped for a second and missed the chord I wanted to hit. She seized the moment to unclasp my belt. With a tug, I lay open and erect. I had intended to serve her first, but her mouth dove over me like a warm jet of water. I gasped at the flood of drowned pleasure, then looked down and nearly came at the sight of that gorgeous face bobbing so determined on me. Her doe eyes peeked up as she weaved her tongue at my tip.
“Is this what you want?” She panted, peeling off for a second.
“It’s all I’ve ever wanted baby.” I tore off my jacket and shirt to get ready for her, then plunged my fingers through her crisp dark hair. She nodded and sank her mouth back over me.
Soft wet sounds rattled through me like the chords once had. I felt this music in my body though. Felt myself rise higher for her and heard the blood roar in my ears. I wanted to hold this perfect moment forever, to keep the memory of this petite chocolate pixie who still knew how to get down hard.
Neither one of us hear the door rattle until it was creaking open. Then Megan peeked up, her mouth still full of me. I picked up the feel of another presence and groaned. Fucking Tara – had to mess up this moment. Well, fuck it, let that bitch take in the sight of us
I growled as I spun around.
A massive black man in gym gear stared wide-eyed and gaping at the door.
Meagan’s wet warmth left my body. “Darryl,” she gaped below me.
“What the fuck?” the man named Darryl said, taking one earth-shaking foot forward. I felt naked in more ways than one.
“Who the fuck is this?” I asked. “You have a boyfriend?”
“I’m her brother you bitch-ass Nazi piece of shit.”
He had murder in his eyes now, his gaze aimed at my piece dangling guilty between my legs. He was in a right mood to feed it to me. Well, let him come. My hands hardened to fists.
“Darryl!”
She beamed apologies to me with her eyes, and my anger shattered like ice.
Oh fuck, not this. Not yet.
Darryl was eye to eye with me now. I held firm, because I saw no other option. His gaze strode over my chest like the needle that had inked me up.
“What the fuck is wrong with you Meg?” he roared down. “How the fuck are you dating a Nazi?”
“Darryl what the hell are you talking about?”
His finger trembled just off my skin. “‘88’. You don’t know what that means? It translates to HH. Heil motherfucking Hitler.”
I bared my teeth to this man who had disturbed our solace. The I felt a tiny hand take mine and the fight left me. She tugged my chest towards her so she could see, and I couldn’t do much but to follow. I found her eyes trembling as they had before, but not with lust. They swam over my tattoos, then slowly rose to meet my gaze. I had looked into that beautiful face so many times this past week, slept thinking about its inky dark warmth, but there was only coldness there now.
“Vaughn?” She gulped for air, then went on. “Is he right?”
I sighed and let the truth come crashing down on us. “He ain’t wrong.”
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