I press my palm against his stomach. Then lower. Over his happy trail.
My palm brushes his cock.
Kit shudders. "Piper."
I run my fingers along his length, over his tip. His skin is soft, and wet, but he's hard. And the way he groans when my thumb brushes his tip—
Fuck, I need more of that groan.
I need Kit feeling good, period.
"I've never done this before." I look into his eyes. I'm sure I'm blushing, but if his expression is any indication, that's only making him needier. "Show me."
"Wrap your hand around me."
I do.
"Harder."
I do.
"Harder than you think you should."
I watch his expression as I tighten my grip. I love the way he feels in my hand, but I don't want to hurt him.
He places his palm over mine and guides my hand along the length of his cock. Slowly at first. Then faster.
His eyes fix on mine. "Tease me."
"How?"
"Rub the tip with your thumb. Like this." He presses his other hand against my breast and rubs my nipple with his thumb.
Then with each of his other fingers.
It feels so good I nearly forget my task.
His eyes fix on mine. "Touch me, baby."
My sex clenches. Fuck, the way he says baby... I'm on fire.
He leans down enough to kiss me. His lips are soft and he's hard and he's here, with me.
I tease him with my thumb until he's kissing harder. Until he's groaning into my mouth. Until he's pinching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
He's reacting to the pleasure I'm giving him. And I'm reacting to the pleasure he's giving me. And, fuck, I can't decide what feels better—my hands on his skin or his hands on mine.
He brings his free hand to my other nipple and torments it too.
I stroke him harder.
He kisses me harder.
I want his pleasure as much as I want mine. More even. I tease him with my thumb a few more times. It's enough to get him to break the kiss to drag his lips over my cheek and neck.
Then he's sucking on my earlobe.
And I'm stroking him again.
I watch as he gets closer. His shoulders shake. He has to plant one hand against the tile wall. He pinches my nipple so hard I cry out.
His breath gets heavy enough I can hear it over the water.
Then he's there, groaning against my neck, his cock pulsing against my palm.
I watch as he comes on my stomach.
The sticky mess only stays for a minute—the water washes it away—but I like it. I like seeing his orgasm, feeling it, knowing I brought him all that pleasure.
"Fuck, Piper." Kit slides his arms around my hips. In one swift motion, he pins me to the wall.
His hand presses against my pelvis. Then his thumb is circling my clit. The water makes his touch different, slicker, softer. It takes a few brushes of his thumb to send waves of pleasure to my sex, but once it's there, I'm full up with sensation.
Fuck. I reach up to tug at his hair. My knees knock. My legs shake.
But he's got me. He pins me to the tile with his hips.
He strokes me with his thumb.
He leans down to kiss me.
I kiss him back as pleasure builds in my body. The closer I get, the harder I kiss him.
Then I'm there and I'm sucking on his tongue and tugging at his hair.
Pleasure spills through my body as I come on his hand.
And, in this moment, I'm sure he's here with me.
I really feel like he's mine.
Chapter 29
Piper
When my parents fly in for their meeting, I spend the week at Kit's place. Mal doesn't mind. My parents don't notice I'm not there.
A whole week of waking up in Kit's bed...
It's amazing.
Even so, I go back home when they leave.
For weeks, I see Kit after practice or after my shift, sometimes in my room, sometimes at his place, sometimes walking along the sand at the beach.
I get settled at work.
And in my acting class.
Life is good.
Perfect even.
Except that I'm still keeping this a secret from Ethan.
Every day, I wake up intending to tell him.
Every night, I fall asleep thinking tomorrow.
It's going to happen.
Soon.
Really soon.
I'm going to tell Ethan.
Now is as good a time as any.
Even if I'm sitting on the couch, the new couch, at his new place, at his housewarming party.
He and Violet have lived here a month but they've only just got the place put together enough to host.
He's pointing to the open bedroom door. The room's walls are a deep purple. Even from here, I can see that the bed has a dark satin bedspread.
It's a goth girl's paradise. It's pure Violet
But then I'm sure Violet's bed is paradise for Ethan, no matter what color the comforter and sheets.
I guess it's their bed not hers.
"Pipes, hey. You okay?" Ethan taps me on the shoulder. He nods to the bottles of whiskey and vodka on the clean kitchen counter. "You get started early?"
I shake my head. Aside from Rory's party, I haven't done much drinking... well, ever.
"Come look at the office." Ethan grabs my hand and pulls me off the couch.
Once I follow, he lets go of my hand and slides his arms around Violet. He leans in to whisper something in her ear.
She giggles and whispers back.
Violet turns back to Mal, currently the only other person in attendance, currently nursing a whiskey in the kitchen, and motions for him to follow.
This house-warming party doesn't officially start until eight. And it's not really a party, not officially. It's more a gathering of friends. But Ethan has a lot of friends. His gatherings tend to grow to twenty. Or fifty. Or a hundred.
Violet smiles as she presses the office door open. "Voila." She flips the light on and motions to the framed posters on the walls—half math puns, half guitar idols.
Mal raises a brow. "Perfect."
Ethan beams.
It really is perfect. "It's sweet. Romantic. Very Ethan and Violet."
Violet smiles. "It's mostly my office." She nods to a black leather sofa in the corner then to a sleek black desk against the wall. "But it's nice, having Ethan playing on the couch while I'm working."
"Vi did most of it." Ethan lifts Violet into his arms and spins her.
She squeals as she wraps her legs around him. "Only because I—"
He tugs at her black and purple bat-print dress. "Had a specific decor in mind."
Her cheeks flush but she holds strong. Well, she looks at Ethan like she's thinking about dragging him to their bedroom and christening the black comforter for the 100th time.
Thankfully, she doesn't get a chance. There's a knock on the door.
Ethan goes to pull it open. And that's Kit. He's here. And he looks incredibly yummy in his usual jeans and button up black shirt.
It's been a few days since we've had sex.
Too many days.
He hands a bottle of sparkling apple cider, one adorned with a red bow, to Ethan.
"Thanks. I'll break it out." Ethan offers.
Kit nods. "I was gonna get you two something for the bedroom, but it turned out that's Joel's gift."
Ethan laughs.
Violet blushes.
No one doubts that Joel is actually bringing them a housewarming present of sex toys.
Kit gives me a long once over. His dark eyes fix on my chest—my low cut dress is particularly flattering—then they're on mine.
He nods hello then follows Ethan into the kitchen.
I want to follow Kit. I want to throw my arms around him and plant a deep, slow kiss on his lips.
But I can't do that yet. Not as long as this is a secre
t.
In the kitchen, the apple cider bottle opens. Someone is pouring it into glasses. That must be Ethan. He's laughing.
He steps into the main room with two glasses of apple cider. He hands one to me.
Ethan studies my expression. "What happened, Pipes? You look like you saw a ghost."
"Uh, just thinking." I can't say this here or now. It's his party. I can't hijack his party.
"Want to share what you're thinking?" Ethan looks to Violet. "Am I missing something?"
"Just a lot on my mind," I say.
"A lot being..." Ethan takes a sip of his drink.
Violet jumps in. "Piper officially decided to major in drama. And to pursue acting." Violet winks at me. "She was telling me earlier."
That's true. Sort of. Violet knows what I'm thinking. She knows it's eating me up keeping this from Ethan.
But it's not like I can blame anyone but myself.
"She's really good." Violet slides her arm around me. "I was listening to her practice earlier." She looks to Ethan. "I guess being a performer is just Strong genetics."
"You guess that?" Ethan takes her hand and pulls her into a hug. "Shouldn't you know what is or isn't genetics?"
"There haven't been any long-term studies." She runs her fingers through her hair. "I have to guess."
He smiles as he presses his lips to hers.
Kit looks to me. He raises a brow and mouths you okay?
I nod. I'm okay. I'm great, actually. Just worried.
He pulls out his phone and taps a message.
He's texting me.
I pull out my phone to check.
Kit: You want to talk?
I look back to him and motion to Ethan and Violet's office.
Kit raises a brow.
Damn, this is difficult to communicate in text. Even if Mal, Ethan, and Violet are already on to a new subject, no longer focusing on me.
I text Kit again.
Piper: Please. Let's do it in private.
Kit: I just got here. I can't leave yet.
Piper: Once the party gets crowded no one will notice.
Kit: Until then.
He goes to slide his phone into his jeans but his eyes stay fixed on the screen.
His brow furrows.
"Excuse me." Kit motions to his phone then to Ethan and Violet. He steps outside, into the hallway, and presses the door closed.
My phone stays silent. It stays text free.
Who is he talking to?
It's not that I'm worried it's another woman.
Not with the look of confusion and hurt that flashes in his eyes.
I take a seat on the couch next to Violet and try to join in on the conversation—Ethan and Mal are debating whether Godzilla or Predator is more threatening and Violet is staring at her boyfriend with starry eyes—but my attention stays on the door.
They're already onto 28 Days Later vs. Shaun of the Dead when the door opens.
Finally.
But it's not Kit.
It's Joel. He's in his usual t-shirt and designer jeans combo and he's wearing a wide smile. "Look who I found making out in the elevator." He winks at me, then steps into the room.
Pete Steele and his wife Jess—I don't know if she took his last name or not— are behind him. And they're gooey affectionate. He's got his hand around her hips and he's holding her body close to his.
I can completely see why I harbored a crush on him at thirteen (okay, twelve through sixteen, AKA until I met Kit). He's tall and handsome with strong shoulders and gorgeous dark eyes (only made hotter by his black eyeliner). He's almost as beautiful as Kit, not that such a thing is possible.
And he has this intensity to him. The way he holds his wife is playful and demanding.
Pete winks at Joel. "He's not mentioning the part about how he invited himself to join."
Ethan laughs.
Mal too.
Joel shakes his head at Pete. "Like you'd ever share."
"Of course I wouldn't." Pete leads his wife inside. "But that wouldn't stop you from asking."
Jess giggles. "No way. You already wear me out." She plants a long, slow kiss on her husband's lips then pulls away with a needy sigh. "It's nice to see you again, Joel." She nods hello to Ethan, Mal, and Violet. Then she's nodding to me. "You too, Piper. How'd finals go? My last one was a month ago, but I still wake up with nightmares about showing up for my test naked."
"Sounds like a nice dream." Pete pulls her closer.
"For you." She presses her lips to his.
"For your classmates." He whispers something in her ear. Then he's not quite whispering. "Baby, if you kiss me like that again, we're going back to the car so you can come on my cock."
She smiles as she pulls back. "I'll keep that in mind." She shakes off her lust enough to move to my side of the room. "Just finished freshman year, right?"
"Right." I stare at the half-open door. There's a decent view of the hallway, but there's no sign of Kit.
Where the hell did he go?
"I remember that." Jess takes the seat next to me. She looks to Violet. "Do you remember that?"
"Feels like it was a million years ago." Violet addresses Jess. "Piper just announced her major."
"Let me guess." Jess takes a long look at me. "Something in the arts?"
I smooth my dress, suddenly self-conscious about my hair and makeup. "What makes you say that?"
She motions to my outfit— black dress, hot pink shoes, matching hot pink purse in the shape of a heart. "It's creative in a put together kind of way, like you know how to present colors. Or maybe yourself."
I nod uh-huh but most of my attention is still on the door.
"Piper?" Violet nudges me. "You okay?"
"Yeah. Um." I shake my head. "I'm studying drama."
The guys, save Kit, join the conversation. Ethan whispers something in Violet's ear.
Pete plops on the couch's arm next to Jess and leans in close enough to whisper. But first he drags his fingers through her long nearly platinum blond hair as he sucks on her earlobe.
"You want a drink," he whispers to her.
She shakes her head.
Ethan clears his throat.
It does nothing.
Violet giggles.
Ethan cocks a brow. "This amuses you."
"Not like you can talk." Joel shakes his head. "You two are almost as bad about making out in front of us as... well, nobody is as bad as Pete."
Pete pulls back with a smile. He's clearly proud of his reputation for public sex. "What do you think, baby? Should we prove we really are the filthiest perverts?"
"We already have that crown. We don't have to prove anything." Jess smiles. "But maybe."
Violet giggles. "The office's door locks. If you must."
Ethan shakes his head at her.
"And you wouldn't fuck me hard against the wall if I asked?" Violet pushes off the couch to put her arms around Ethan. "I would. Maybe we should be the ones to sneak off during our party."
Joel nods to Mal. "I've got a hundred bucks that says... actually, I'm not going to say which couple I think will fuck in the office first. Not in front of them." He nods to the kitchen. "But I do have a hundred bucks on somebody."
Mal chuckles. "I might be interested."
The two of them make their way to the kitchen to discuss their bet.
Then the happy couples are joking and laughing. And I'm still staring at the door, no fucking clue where Kit is or when he's coming back.
Chapter 30
Piper
Ten new partygoers and twenty minutes later, Kit returns. He steps into the apartment and leaves the door unlocked in the frame behind him.
There's concern all over his face as he looks around the room.
His eyes catch mine.
I motion to the study. It's empty. I've been watching the door and everyone has stayed on the party/kitchen/drinks side of the apartment.
Kit nods. He takes one last look around the room the
n he slips into the study.
I play cool for a minute, sipping my sparkling apple cider, laughing at someone's joke. I'm not sure who it is that made the joke, but it must be hilarious, because everyone is laughing.
"Excuse me," I say to no one in particular. First, I go to the kitchen and pour myself another glass of sparkling apple cider.
Everyone is still chatting, flirting, having fun. I'm safe.
I slip through the room and into the office. I lean my back against the door then turn the lock.
It's just me and Kit in here.
In the dark.
I guess the room should stay dark. Better for keeping this under wraps.
Still, there's something off about it.
He's leaning against the wall, the same hurt look in his eyes. Even as he meets my gaze, frustration is written all over his face.
I push off the door. "What happened?"
"My dad called."
I move closer. I still can't figure out his expression. He's hurt but is he angry, sad, worried? "Did he leave a message?"
"Yeah, but it was fuzzy. I couldn't make it out. Called him back but he didn't pick up."
"Where did you go?"
"Took a walk to try to clear my head."
"I guess it didn't work."
He shakes his head.
He's going away from me again.
I hate it.
I slide my hand up his chest and over his shoulder. "You look good tonight."
He gives me a long once over. His eyes get wider. His attention shifts back to the room. "You look fucking amazing in that dress."
"Thank you."
His eyes go off.
"You want to talk about it?" I ask.
"I don't want to think right now."
I drag my fingers over his neck and down his chest. "What do you want?"
He pulls me closer. "This."
It feels good, my body pressed against his, but I want more. I look up into his eyes. "Let me get you out of your head."
He raises a brow.
I undo his first button. Then the second. "I want to make you feed good."
His expression softens as desire takes over. His pupils dilate. His fingers curl into my skin. "We shouldn't do this here."
"I know." I rise up to my tip toes to kiss him anyway.
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