Her eyes light up. "Yeah?"
"If this is serious, we need to tell everyone. I've hid shit from people for a long time. I can't do it again."
She nods. "Right." She presses her lips together. "I'll figure that out. Hopefully, soon. And then... then it will be officially official."
"Now?"
"It's unofficially official. We know it's real, serious." Her smile spreads over her cheeks. "My boyfriend, Kit Lockhart. I like the sound of that."
"So will every Dangerous Noise fan you ever meet."
"True. I'll have to skip the last name or something." She runs her fingertips along my chin. "Is Kit your real name or a nickname?"
"Christopher."
She laughs. "Christopher?"
"What's funny about that?"
"It's normal." She runs her fingers over my cheeks. "It doesn't suit you."
"Must be why I go by Kit." I reach up to press my palm against her cheek. "You taking the class?"
"Yeah." She lets out a low groan as she leans into my gesture. "You should take it too." She pries her lids apart to stare into my eyes. "Since you're such a bad actor."
I let out a deep chuckle. "I don't mind being a bad actor."
"It must be how stoic you are." She wraps her fingers against my wrist and pulls my hand to her mouth. One digit at a time, she plants a kiss on each of my fingertips. "You're not exactly expressive."
"You are."
She nods. "I looked into it. UCI has one of the best acting programs in California. I'm going to stay there. Mal offered to pay my tuition if my parents get fussy about it. But they won't." She shifts closer. Her arm curls around mine. "They don't notice anything I do."
"I get that."
"It sucks, huh?" Her voice gets low, vulnerable. "Do you ever see your parents?"
"At Thanksgiving and Christmas. Not last year." I was just out of rehab come Christmas. "We talk on the phone about once a month."
Piper nods. "Do you miss them?"
"No."
"Never?"
I shake my head. But that isn't quite right. I do miss certain things about them. "We catch up every few months."
With anyone else, I'd change the subject and be done with it. With Piper, that feels wrong. I want to share every ugly thing with her.
Even if it makes her run away.
She says nothing, simply runs her fingers over my forearm. It's the kind of gentle touch that means nothing from a stranger and everything from a lover.
"I miss how things used to be. When Dad loved Mom and Mom was happy." I point to the white stars that stand out against the dark sky. "Mom used to have a spark about her. She loved her job—she made fancy clothes and costumes—as much as I love music. As much as you love acting."
"Yeah?" Piper leans closer.
"Yeah." I shift so I can wrap my arms around her. It's an instinct, but it feels right. It feels more right than anything has in a while. "At first, when Dad got scarce, she poured herself into her job. But one day, she just stopped. She quit, lost her passion for it. Lost herself. Then she started using and that spark never had a chance."
"I'm sorry." Her voice is honest, sweet.
Anyone else, it would feel like a bullshit platitude. But I really believe Piper is sorry I've hurt.
She reaches up to run her fingers through my hair.
Fuck, that feels good.
"Have you ever tried to get her help?" she asks.
"A few times." It was a long time ago. "She wasn't interested." I slide my arm under the crook of Piper's neck and use it to pull her closer. "Mom made her decision. She loves the high more than she loves clothes. More than she loves her life. More than she loves me."
Piper looks up at me with those earnest blue eyes. "You really think it's like that?"
No, I know it's like that. "I've been there."
"Is it that good?"
"It's more that being sober, and having all those thoughts you're running from, is that bad."
"What were you running from?"
"Knowing my mom is going to die from an overdose one day. Knowing I can't do shit about it. Knowing that it's all bullshit, that my friends only like me cause I've always got drugs." I look down at the sand. "A million things. It becomes this cycle. You hate yourself for being weak enough to give in, but you can't take the self-loathing. You need a break from your head."
"Do you still feel like that?"
"Not anymore, but I still... I still don't know what to do when I want out of my head."
"You play?"
I nod. "Or work out."
"Or sex?"
I chuckle. "Casual sex was too connected to drugs. Brought everything back. Made me want to use."
"You only tried the one time."
"I have a girlfriend. Now isn't the time to get into casual sex."
She smiles. "Has it been like that when we've slept together?"
"Hard to explain."
"But it doesn't make you want to use?"
"Fuck no." I look into her eyes. "Piper, you're a fucking beacon of hope compared to the places I've been." I run my fingers through her hair. "You have that spark."
"Yeah?"
"Your brothers have it. Violet's got it. I had it once."
She shakes her head. "You have it now."
"Maybe." I slide my hand around her neck to cup the back of her head. "Whatever happens, you can't lose that spark."
"What could happen?"
"Life. It wears people down." I play with her hair. "You're not like anyone else I know."
"Neither are you." She runs her fingers over my cheeks and lips. "This is probably an inappropriate time to put the moves on you."
"The moves?"
She nods. "Sex."
I have to laugh.
"I'm not being smooth, huh?"
"It works for you."
"Good." She presses herself up, slings one leg over my hips, and straddles me. "It means a lot that you talk to me about this stuff."
I nod.
"I don't want to interrupt you if you have more to say." She plays with my top button.
"But?"
"But I want to kiss you. I want to touch you." This time, she undoes the top button. The second. "I want to make you forget anything has ever hurt you."
"Piper..." I reach up to run my fingers through her hair.
"I'm on the pill." She stares into my eyes. "If you're sure you're clean, we don't have to use a condom."
"You sure?"
She nods.
Fuck yes. I nod back.
She plants her hands on my shoulders and leans down to press her lips to mine.
My tongue slips into her mouth.
She lets out little groans of pleasure as she tugs at my shirt. Every time I flick my piercing across the top of her tongue, she grinds her crotch against mine.
It does things to me, knowing how much pleasure it brings her.
Knowing how badly she wants me.
She wants me to feel good.
And I want her to feel good.
Fuck, the ways I want her to feel good...
Might not have the relationship thing figured out. I might be a mess.
But this, our bodies pressed together, is one place where I know how to make her feel good.
I slide my hands down her sides and over her thighs. Slowly, I play with the hem of her dress.
She groans into my mouth, kissing me harder, rocking her hips against mine.
I drag my fingers up her inner thigh, under her dress, over her panties.
She breaks our kiss to groan. Her eyes meet mine. She nods please as she shifts her hips. The gesture presses her clit against my finger. Her panties are in the way, but the extra friction is only making her eyes fill with need.
Her lips part with a sigh.
I tease her until she's panting. Until she's tugging at my shirt. Until her eyes are screaming please.
I push her dress aside and slip my hand into her bra. Slowly, I tease her nipple the way I teased her clit
.
She looks at me with needy, desperate eyes.
Still, I tease her.
I tease her until I'm so hard I'm ready to swear off denim forever.
"Take off your panties," I order.
Her pupils dilate. Her cheeks flush. Pleasure spreads over her face as her nipples tighten.
She likes being told what to do.
She trusts me with her body.
Fuck, that feeling is everything.
I watch as she shifts to one side and kicks her panties to her feet.
My voice gets low and demanding. "Come sit on my face."
Her cheeks turn red. "But, uh, won't that hurt?"
"Fuck no." The way she's blushing is making me harder. Her innocence really is adorable. Better explain this now. I won't be able to instruct her in a moment. "If you need help keeping your balance, plant your hands here." I tap the sand above my head.
Her eyes go wide. "Are you sure—"
"Fuck yes."
She's tense, like she doesn't believe this position is actually possible. Slowly, I guide her into position, her shins planted on the sides of my head.
She relaxes as she shifts her weight onto her shins.
"Kit," she breathes. There's no more apprehension in her voice. It's just desire.
I grab onto her hips to pull her closer. Her thighs press against my ears as I press my lips against her pelvis.
Slowly, I lick her up and down, everywhere except her clit. I do it again and again. I do it until she's shaking with desire.
Then I plant a long, slow lick on her clit.
"Fuck," she groans.
Damn, I love the desire in her voice.
I lick her again and again. Once she's panting like she's going to go out of her fucking mind if she doesn't come immediately, I suck on her clit.
"Oh my God." She pulls one hand from the sand to tug at my hair. "Oh my God. Kit. Fuck..."
Her entire body shakes as she comes on my face. She's dripping wet and she tastes fucking amazing.
I could stay here all night.
She leans back, spreading her legs, inviting me to continue.
This time, I tease her with my piercing. It only takes moments to bring her to the edge.
She groans my name as she tugs at my hair. Then she's there, panting and moaning as she comes again.
Piper shifts back down my body. She looks at me with a plea in her eyes. "Fuck me."
Fuck yes. "Take off my jeans."
She unzips me and pushes my jeans to my knees. Her palm brushes against mine. Then her thumb is on my tip, teasing me.
Fuck. I let out a low groan.
I'm already wound up. If she keeps going like this, I'm going to come on her hand. And that's no good. I need to be inside her.
I bring my hands to her hips and I guide her into position.
Her cunt strains against my cock.
Slowly, I tease her, rubbing my cock over her clit, her lips, her core. Then I can't take it anymore.
I need to be inside her. Now.
I stare into Piper's eyes as I bring her body onto mine.
Inch by inch, I enter her.
There's nothing in the way.
Just my flesh against hers.
Fuck, that feels good.
She holds my gaze as she rocks her hips against mine. I get lost in the movements of our bodies. She feels fucking amazing, and the way she's rubbing against me—
Fuck.
I drag my hand up her torso to play her with nipples.
"Kit," she groans. Her teeth sink into her lip. Her eyes flutter open and lock with mine. Then her eyelids flutter together and she lets out a too loud groan.
It's like she feels too good to keep her eyes open.
I watch pleasure spread over her face. She's close. But that's not enough.
I need her coming again. I need her cunt pulsing around my cock as she screams my name.
This is the only way I'm sure I can make her feel good.
I drag my other hand up her thigh. Starting with my pinkie finger, I tease her clit. Then the ring, middle, index. Then my thumb is rubbing against her, that spot that gets her off.
She groans. "Fuck, Kit." She plants her hands against my chest. Her nails dig into my skin.
I'm close, but I can't come until she does.
I rub her harder, faster. I get lost in the way she groans my name like it's her favorite thing in the world.
In the way her thighs shake against mine.
Then she's there, moaning and shaking as her cunt pulses around me, bringing me closer.
I keep my hand on her clit, rubbing her harder and faster. She groans, nodding don't stop.
I let go. A few more rocks of her hips and I'm there. My eyelids press together. My lips part with a grunt.
"Fuck, Piper." I buck my hips, thrusting through my orgasm.
Pleasure spills to my fingers and toes as I come inside her. I can feel the way she pulses, pulling me closer, taking me deeper.
Then she's there again, groaning through another orgasm.
I don't stop until I've spilled every drop. Until she wraps her hand around my wrist to move my hand away.
She collapses on my chest, her arms wrapped around me, her lips on my skin.
I hold her until we're too cold to stay half in our clothes.
This, bringing her pleasure, making her smile, this is what I want.
I've never been in love before.
But I'm pretty sure it feels exactly like this.
Chapter 25
Piper
At home, I fall into an incredibly deep, incredibly satisfied sleep. I'm not sure I've ever been this satisfied.
I'm laying in bed, in that half-asleep, half-awake state when a knock on the door rouses me.
"Surprise!"
That's a woman's voice. A familiar woman's voice.
"You want me to let you sleep?" the voice asks.
That's not any voice. That's Violet.
I practically jump out of bed. "No, come in."
She steps inside. "We just got in."
Her claim is suspect, given how fantastic she looks in her incredibly hot lace-up corset dress. Her hair is sleek and her makeup is perfect.
"Why can't I roll off an airplane looking like that?" I throw my arms around her and squeeze tight. I'm glad Violet is here.
I want to tell someone about me and Kit.
I want to tell her.
But I'm not sure I can trust her. She is Ethan's girlfriend.
"Is Ethan here?" I ask.
"Downstairs. I told him I get you first."
I squeal with delight and hug her again. "Let me brush my teeth and get dressed."
"Sure, you have a grey eye pencil?"
"Yeah." I point to the makeup box on the top of my vanity. "Don't you have enough?"
"There's no enough when it comes to eyeliner."
"You haven't seen my prom pictures."
"You're right. I haven't." She moves to the vanity and takes a seat. "You have them handy?"
"In a minute." I head to the bathroom and go through my usual routine.
I can hear Mal and Ethan laughing downstairs. I should say hi to my brother, but I want to talk to Violet first.
I head back to my room, quickly change into a sundress, and grab my phone to get a prom picture off Facebook.
I have a text from Kit.
Kit: Hey. How you feeling today?
Violet is busy fixing her makeup. She looks very much where she belongs at my ornate vanity.
It's safe to text back.
Piper: Exhausted but good.
Kit: You and Mal good?
Piper: Yeah. Why are you up this early?
Kit: At the gym.
Piper: No wonder you're as hot as you are.
Kit: You alone?
Piper: No. With Violet. She and Ethan just got home.
Kit: Good. Hang out with Violet. I know you adore her.
Piper: I don't adore her.
> Kit: You do. It's cute. Have fun. I'll call you tonight.
Piper: Will it be a sexy call?
Kit: If you want.
Piper: Really?
Kit: Yeah, but I'd rather have you in person.
Piper: Oh.
Kit: Oh?
Piper: I mean, yes please.
Kit: That's better. I'll call you tonight. Go have fun with Violet.
I smile as I set my phone on the dresser. Kit's checking in. And flirting.
Everything is still good.
"Piper." Violet sets her eye pencil down and moves on to testing lipsticks on her thumb. "Your prom pictures?"
"Oh. Right. I—"
"Got distracted chatting with someone?"
I admit nothing. I simply find my prom pictures and show them to Violet. I keep my cell in my hands, my fingers on the controls.
She smiles knowingly. "Cute dress. And cute date."
"He was quite the gentleman."
"Oh?" She raises a brow.
I clear my throat. "A lot of eyeliner, huh?"
"A little." She decides on a red shade of lipstick and applies it carefully. "You still look pretty. I wish I'd been there."
"Me too. If you'd been there, my friends wouldn't have spent the next year trying to get Ethan's number."
"Not Mal's?"
"Mal's too, but there's no stopping that."
She nods. "I understand. Mal and Ethan are handsome."
"I'd hope you find your boyfriend attractive."
She laughs. "Yeah. And Kit too. He's hot and intense and he has that tongue piercing."
Now, I have to laugh.
"What?"
"You're as tactless as you say."
"I know." She frowns. "It's awful." She pulls her legs onto her chair and sets cross-legged.
"Violet, I love you like a sister, but I'm not stupid. I know you'll take Ethan's side." Even though I really, really want to tell her.
She shakes her head. "You're my friend. Anything you want me to keep secret is our secret."
I'm not sure about that.
She taps her fingers against her knee. "That tongue piercing, huh?"
God, she really has no tact. I laugh until my sides hurt. "Subtle."
"Thank you."
"You should try the blunt approach."
"Okay." She folds her hands in her lap and stares into my eyes. "Did you and Kit have sex?"
Talking to her about it makes it real.
Slowly, I nod. "We did."
Her eyes light up. "Really?"
"Really."
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