by Piper, M.
“So fucking soft,” I murmur, my hands trailing down her stomach and reaching between her legs. “And wet,” I growl, slipping a finger between her folds.
She lets out a breath of air when I rub my finger over her clit and I grin as she grinds on my hand. “But strictly to get clean,” I murmur in her ear and pull my hand back.
“Wait,” she snaps, grabbing my wrist. I let out a low chuckle and press my lips to her neck, making her melt back to me.
“Yes?” I whisper.
“Don’t stop,” she breathes.
“Put your hands on the wall,” I order, rubbing my hands over her backside. She obliges and her ass pushes back against me and in one stroke I’m inside her.
“Fuck yes,” she moans, meeting my every thrust. She’s so tight. Wet. Hot.
I reach around her and pinch her nipples, her breasts bouncing heavily. The warm water from the shower’s starting to cool off, but the minute it hits our heated skin it feels like heaven. She feels like heaven.
“Oh fuck,” she whimpers, slapping the wall. “Oh my God.” Her eyes squeeze closed and her pussy starts to tighten around me. She’s tense, the noises she’s making are enough to make any sane man crazy with lust, and she needs this release more than anything right now.
“Come, Reagan,” I grunt, trying to hold on to my release a little while longer as I pump into her hard and fast.
She screams, her legs buckling under her and I grip her hips to keep her up as her pussy pulses around my dick.
“Fuck!” I bellow, pulling out of her and spilling my orgasm all over her ass. “Holy fuck,” I manage through heavy breaths.
She stands, leaning completely against the wall, a lazy smile on her face.
“My God,” she breathes. “That…” She lets out a sigh. “Wow, Nico.” She smiles back at me. “Wow.”
She goes home today.
She’s leaving.
“Morning,” she mumbles, nuzzling into me and twisting her legs around mine.
“Hey you,” I say, still groggy. I can’t get enough of touching her, so as we lie there trying to wake up, I trail my palm down her back, then gently back up. She shifts a few times, only to make my dick think she’s asking for it and I groan.
“You’re going to need to stop wiggling against me like that,” I whisper, making her giggle and push against me harder.
“What if I don’t?” The lust filled voice that comes out of her makes me even harder for this girl and I groan, pulling her on top of me in one swift movement, making her laugh. Her hair’s cascading down around her face and she’s wearing nothing but that damn cute smile. Her palms rest on my stomach and she bites her lip, then starts to grind slowly on me, rubbing her pussy on my shaft. I grip her thighs and let out a growl. She bites her lip and pivots her hips.
“I think you kn—” I’m cut off by a knock at the door and her eyes go wide as her body freezes in fear. “It’s locked,” I whisper to her then yell towards the door, “what?”
“Breakfast time,” my uncle’s voice booms through the door. “Let’s go, lovebirds.”
Reagan groans and rolls off me, hopping off the bed to find her bikini.
“This is awkward,” she says, grinning at me. “Right? I mean…they all know what we’ve been doing in here.”
I chuckle, standing from the bed. She’s a loud lover, which is fucking sexy but she’s right. They probably do know. Anyone within hearing distance will know…which is fucking fine with me. They now know whom she belongs to.
“Nobody out there cares,” I say, walking over to her and cupping her face in my hands before pressing my lips to hers.
Her eyebrows crease. “I’m sorry,” she takes a step back and shakes her head. “I mean…this whole weekend.” She takes a deep breath. “I’m not a whore, Nico.” Her hands are trembling and I watch her silently struggle to get her bikini top tied correctly. It’s like the knock on the door reminded her of the world outside this room. All weekend she didn’t have a care in the world, but so fast she was just shoved back into reality and now she’s starting to regret it.
“Let me,” I whisper, taking her shoulders and turning her around, then grabbing the two strings form her hands.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
I tie them tight for her and before she can turn around, my lips make their way to her neck and she melts back into me. She feels better than any other girl I’ve been with and that scares the shit out of me.
“I know you’re not a whore, Reagan.” I say so close to her ear my lips brush it and my dick twitches against her ass. “But don’t discount this weekend. It was more than just a good time.”
She spins in my arms and shrugs, her big worried eyes looking up at me.
“Nothing can come out of this, Nico. You’re my boss’s nephew. And I live in Chicago while you’re going to be traveling the country.” She stops herself and bites her lip when a grin spreads across my face.
“I knew you were lying,” I say, letting my fingers trace her collarbone.
“This is insane,” she finally says.
“I completely agree.”
She takes my face in her hands, small and soft, and presses a light kiss to my lips before taking a step back. “We really should get to breakfast. Knowing my boss he probably scheduled me to work tonight.” She rolls her eyes and takes a shirt from my suitcase. “I’m taking this.”
“Wait,” I blurt, watching her open the door. “Just… Here.” I shove my phone at her. “Give me your number.”
She raises her eyebrows and laughs.
“Demanding much?” She takes the phone from my hands and types something in, then locks it and hands it back to me. “Can we go eat now?”
“Yeah,” I say, smiling stupidly like I’m fifteen and my crush just gave me her number.
But I’m definitely not fifteen again. And she may just be the girl I’ve been looking for my entire life.
She just doesn’t know it yet.
One full week of work at a new job. One week of sitting in training and learning the ropes of the company that I’m hoping will be the start of a new life.
I work the Midwest region, meaning I’ll be doing plenty of traveling as soon as training is over. My boss is way too excited to have an upbeat, excited person to join the team.
By the way, it’s fucking exhausting to be an upbeat, happy person all the damn time.
I toss my briefcase on our counter and yell for my brother, but the place is silent so I head for the shower.
I glance at my phone and shake my head, remembering the ‘note’ I found in it after Reagan left the party last week.
“You know how to find me.” Was typed on the notepad that was left open when she locked the screen. I remember how much it made me panic, then laugh because she’s a fucking smartass. Of course I know how to find her.
Club 24 in Chicago.
But working full time doesn’t really allow me to drop in for a drink randomly one night. Maybe this weekend.
I strip my suit off and turn on the water, glancing at myself in the mirror as the water warms up. My finger traces the scar on my eyebrow and I remember how her fingers felt on my skin. How she acted like she truly cared, and wanted to hear about my life.
The water cascades down my body in warm trickles and somehow it reminds me of Reagan and how her fingertips touched me softly at first then left trails of heat in their path. All my fucking thoughts are of her this week. Those lips. Those eyes. Her fucking tits. I lather the soap in my palms and start to clean myself, but soon enough my fist finds my dick and I’m pumping. Hard.
“Fuck,” I pant, resting an arm on the side of the shower and squeezing my eyes closed. Her face pops into my mind and the way her hands gripped my dick. I think back to how her pussy was so fucking tight and warm and my fist pumps faster. I pick up the pace and when I come, I come hard. My heart’s beating out of my chest and I rest my forehead against the shower wall while I catch my breath.
Fuck.
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I need to get up to the club. This is getting ridiculous.
“Come on, let me see!” I grab Ford’s phone and laugh when I see the picture he’s swooning over. Ford’s the middle kid in our family. He and I have always been a little closer than Lincoln and I, but Lincoln had to grow up very fast at a young age. Ford and I bonded after that. It was just us left.
“Mackenzie’s taken more pictures of these kids since they’ve been born than she has in her entire life.” He laughs. “I miss them.”
“You’re a sap big brother,” I toss the phone on the table next to him and head for the fridge. “Drink?”
“Nah.” He’s still smiling at that damn phone, and yes the picture was adorable, but it’s a picture. Franklin and Kennedy, his twins, on the beach next to a sandcastle. Adorable. Typical.
Holy fuck, Chicago’s making me a cynical evil aunt.
“Hey, so I was thinking maybe you could bring them up here sometime.” I say, bringing my water bottle to my lips. Maybe if he brought them closer to me more often I wouldn’t feel as home sick.
That’s a lie. I miss everything about Springfield. Right down to the fucking grass.
“They’d like that. There’s plenty to do here.” He nods. “Maybe you could also take longer off work than a weekend to entertain us?” He grins. “I mean, they barely know you, Auntie Reagan.”
“I know,” I groan. “But I told you, it’s not as easy for me to get off work as it is for you. Whole different world.”
“You know, if you came back to West House you’d be able to get time off whenever you wanted.” He raises his eyebrows at me, standing and leaning back on my kitchen table.
“Were you sent here to try to trap me into feeling bad and coming home?” I cock my head in question and he shrugs so I throw my water bottle at him, making him laugh.
“You can’t get mad at me for trying! Life’s not the same without you there to pester. Lincoln pouts too much. He’s no fun anymore.”
He’s right. Life’s definitely not the same anymore.
“He’s old. Leave him alone.” I laugh. “I gotta go to work soon.” I frown. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m coming with you, sis. You can’t keep me away. I told you I was coming in to town this weekend. You should’ve tried getting off.”
“I did try. You gave me two days’ notice, Ford. It doesn’t work that easily.”
I smile at him, hiding the nervous twitch. He’s going to kill me when he sees me in that uniform. He’s going to either cause a scene and get me fired, or he’ll take the news home to Mom and Dad and Lincoln and then I’ll definitely have to quit.
“I can hang out with you there, then.” He shrugs indifferently but I can tell it’s annoying to him to have to hang out at a bar when he doesn’t drink. I don’t push it, though, and mainly because I need to get to work. No way in hell I can be late today.
“Great,” I snip, leaving the kitchen before yelling at him for being so clingy. Normally I enjoy Ford coming up to visit, but I’ve been on edge since leaving the party last weekend. Like something wasn’t finished. Like I’m waiting for the ball to drop. I’m full of anxiety and feel like I’m missing something. I’m nervous. I’m antsy.
Add to it the look Ford gives me when I walk out of the break room without the pants or coat I walked in here with and I know tonight’s not going to end well.
He keeps to himself most of the evening, hanging out at the end of the bar with his glass of water, eyeing me with pure anger in his gaze. Every time I have a free moment I walk over to him, crossing my arms in front of me and trying to make small talk, but I can tell he’s not happy. What brother would be with a little sister using her body to get tips?
“You cold yet?” he asks, almost a growl, as he glares at me over his glass of water.
“Nope.” I shrug. “I told you not to come tonight.”
“Right,” he nods. “So I wouldn’t find out my sister works in a strip club?” He waves his arms around, pointing to the barely dressed girls on stage.
“It’s not a strip club,” I hiss. “Lower your voice. Please. I can’t get fired from here.”
He shakes his head.
“I don’t get it, Reagan. You weren’t raised like this. You don’t fit in here.”
I roll my eyes. “I’m not having this fight with you tonight, Ford.” I watch the room for a brief moment and sigh. “Just please don’t tell everyone else, ok? I’m trying to get my foot in the door for something bigger and better than bartending. I promise. I just…I don’t want them worrying.”
He shakes his head, his sad eyes hitting mine.
“I can’t lie to them. But I won’t make it a point to tell them if they don’t ask.”
I curse and walk away when a patron stumbles up to the bar with his bill.
“Fifteen eighty two,” I say, holding my hand out. He pays me a few dollars extra then stumbles out and I feel like I should have called him a cab, but that’s not my job. It’s simple. Get in, get tips, get out.
I wipe the counter down then head back to the staff room to calm myself down. Having Ford here means nothing. He’s not going to make me quit. He’s not going to make a scene. Sure, the uniform sucks but it makes good fucking money. He doesn’t see that. I need to calm down before Dean calls me out for not being on top of my game tonight. There’s plenty of other low level waitresses here who would kill to have this gig.
The cold water from the sink feels great on my heated skin and calms the nerves rolling through my stomach. I bring it to my lips and take a few drinks of water before really looking at myself in the mirror.
And I don’t even recognize the girl I used to be anymore. The girl who laughed more times than not during the day. The girl who didn’t feel like the world was weighing down on her shoulders.
I miss that girl.
I walk back out to the bar and roll my eyes as Ford watches me the entire time.
“You’re making me uncomfortable,” I grumble, walking over to him and refilling his water.
“Me? Think about how I feel watching my sister walk around in her fucking underwear at work.” He shakes his head and I feel like I could vomit.
“I know, okay? It’s not ideal. It’s not safe like the boutique. But it’s what I want.”
He raises an eyebrow at me and I can’t look him in the eyes. I’ve never been able to lie to his face. Not my big brother. My best friend.
“It’s not. And I’m not sure when you’re going to stop being so stubborn. Something’s gotta change, Reag.” He stands from his stool. “I’m gonna head back to your place, I can’t watch these drunks ogle you like this the rest of the night. What time you off?”
“Nine,” I mumble, taking a deep breath. I’ve been worried about the way my family would react to finding out where I work, so I’ve hid it from them pretty well. They knew a bar, but no one knew the extent of it. Now that he does, he’s looking at me with pity, and anger, and worst of all…disappointment. What good is moving away and making it for myself if I’ve absolutely disappointed my family in the process?
The rest of the work night is boring, and it may be because my brain isn’t at the club. It’s back at my apartment with my brother. My best friend.
It’s back at home in Springfield.
It’s back in that bedroom with Nico. The last place it should be.
It’s almost the end of my shift when the door flings open with force. I’ve almost made it my entire shift without trouble, I’d rather not start with the drunks now. Let the closing crew handle that tonight.
My stomach plummets when Nico walks in, heading straight for Dean’s office.
I panic, glancing around the bar wondering if anyone else can see the Greek god walking across the back of the bar before he dips into Dean’s office.
A new kind of fluttering feeling starts in the pit of my stomach and I suppress a smile, knowing Nico’s not here for Dean. When he walks out of Dean’s office and heads for the bar, eyes locked on me,
I can feel my palms start to sweat.
“Reagan,” he says and I can’t stop the smile from spreading. Oh, I like the way he says my name.
“Nico,” I say, smiling. “You found me.”
“Did you think I wouldn’t?” He winks at me and Dean walks up to us, completely ignoring Nico.
“Cash out time,” he blurts, storming to the back of the bar. He pushes around us and grabs my drawer and I roll my eyes, silently following him to the offices.
“I’ll be back,” I say to Nico as I pass him, wanting nothing more than to reach out and touch him but I don’t.
“We don’t need you tomorrow,” Dean says the minute I get into his office.
“What?” My eyebrows crease together and I cross my arms in front of me. “I was the closing lead, Dean. I need those tips. I was out a full weekend of tips last week. That’s not fair.”
He glances up at me and shrugs. “You’re busy. I found someone else who’s not as distracted.” He pounds away on his tablet and pulls out a wad of cash, standing up and walking over to me.
A few weeks ago I reacted to his touch in ways I hated. Now it just creeps me out hardcore. I should fight back, but I’m over fighting him. He’s trying to push his power over me, and I’m not going to fight it. I’ll let him think he has the upper hand. Then as soon as I find a better job, I’m out. Fuck him.
“Thank you, Dean,” I whisper, gripping onto my tips for the night. He doesn’t let go, though. Instead, his hand wraps around my wrist and he pulls me to him.
“You didn’t tell me you fucked my cousin,” he all but growls at me.
“It’s not your business,” I hiss. “Let me go.”
“It is, though. Everything you do is my business.”
“Why does that matter to you?” I ask weakly, tired of this shit show.
“Because you matter to me, Reag,” he whispers, leaning in and pressing his lips to mine.
Months ago this would have made me weak in the knees.
But now it pisses me off. I want to punch him. I want to knee him in the balls.
