by BJ Wane
“I can’t hold back, Brody,” Ian ground out as she suckled his head in a way no man could resist. Letting go of her nipples, he clutched her head and thrust into her mouth, deep and smooth, then fast and hard until his balls drew taut and he was seeing stars as he spewed down her throat.
Brody stopped spanking her and softly rubbed her red, hot flesh as he dipped his finger inside her, unerringly finding her clit and milking it between his finger and thumb until their mutual groans of release were the only sounds in the room. Watching them, hearing and witnessing their pleasure, had his own cock demanding its turn. As soon as Ian pulled from her mouth, he urged Piper’s shoulders down until she braced herself on her elbows, her face turned to look at him filled with anticipation, excitement and arousal. Her stamina as well as her easy acceptance of their demands amazed and excited him and he knew in that moment she was the perfect woman for him, regardless of what the outcome was of this whole mess.
Piper shuddered as the possessive look on Brody’s face made her body quicken. She had just achieved orgasm several times, high voltage, mind numbing climaxes that should have left her sated, but just looking at Brody had her libido in overdrive, her pussy once again creaming, swelling, preparing for his cock as she eagerly waited for his first penetrating thrust. She couldn’t help but moan when he grabbed her sore hips, her ass throbbing from his spanking, the discomfort feeding the need in her pussy to be filled.
“Brace yourself,” Brody told her as he shoved her knees further apart and pushed into her with one smooth thrust. “This is going to be fast and hard.”
Laying her head down, she took his deep plunge willingly, her pussy clamping around him like a band of steel, hoping to anchor him to her. His thumbs dug into her buttocks, spreading them, leaving her ass open and vulnerable to his gaze, and the thought of him just staring at her most private area while he thrust demandingly in and out of her sheath was a turn on in itself. Shoving back against him, she accepted every deep stroke willingly and fought to hold him to her each time he pulled back until their fucking became a battle of wills and harsh breathing. Her nipples rubbed back and forth on the carpet as he pounded into her, the rough abrasion only adding to the building onslaught of pleasure spiraling through her, but it wasn’t until she felt fingers on her clit, fingers that could only belong to Ian pulling her clit out then holding it snugly against the hard, hot length of Brody’s pummeling cock that her system exploded in wave after wave of indescribable pleasure.
Her small contractions jumped to tight clasps when Ian rubbed her clit against his cock, her slick, warm walls clamping around Brody, drawing out his seed whether he was ready for it or not. He practically lifted her knees off the floor with the power of his thrusts and he knew it was only the hard grip of his hands on her hips that kept her from collapsing. He battered her womb as hard as his orgasm battered his senses, but neither one of them was complaining.
Ian rose slowly, his cock already erect and ready again. Ignoring it, he pulled on his jeans and very carefully zipped them up, grinning as Brody and Piper simply lay in a sprawled, naked heap on the floor, his arm around her back, as they both tried to gain control over their rapid breathing. “I think it’s safe to assume she’ll be able to hold her own this weekend.” He left the room with that remark.
Fulfilling fantasies in the privacy of her home was different than indulging in public, especially with the stress of being witnessed by a criminal who wanted nothing more than to bury the man she cared so much about. “You okay,” he asked her as he stroked the back of her thick black hair.
Piper turned her face towards his thinking she’d never felt better despite the throbbing of her buttocks and pussy from all the abuse heaped upon them. It was a delicious sensation, an achy reminder of the awesome sex they had treated her to. “Yes, I’m perfectly okay.”
“Then I guess I better have Ian book a flight for three in the morning.” Standing, he held a hand out to her and helped her up then taking her in his arms, her small frame nestled against his much larger one just another reminder of how easily she could be hurt.
“I want you to know,” she told him without lifting her head from his chest, “that I don’t expect anything from you after this weekend, regardless of how it turns out and how much I appreciate you being here for me this past week.” She knew the struggle to get over him this time was going to be ten times harder than last, but she refused to think about that now. Now, she wanted to simply put the matter of Charles to rest. If there was one thing Piper knew Charles loved it was the Empire and a no show by him would verify his death, as he would never just sit back and allow anyone to take it over, especially a man he considered his enemy.
“We’ll see,” was all Brody said because simply admitting he wanted more from her than sex wasn’t enough to cross all the barriers standing in his way.
Piper had called Haley and asked her to meet them for dinner later that afternoon and as they pulled up in front of the diner, Ian was disconcerted to admit he was looking forward to seeing her again more than he was looking forward to the chicken fried steak Friday night special. When he saw her walking up the sidewalk towards them, the livid bruise marring her left cheek now clearly visible, he wished he had beaten Tim Carlisle a lot longer and harder.
“Haley! What did that bastard do to you?” Piper threw her arms around her friend, feeling guilty for spending the morning indulging in amazing sex instead of checking up on her even if Brody had assured her she was okay. “Are you all right?” she asked anxiously as she pulled back, her eyes lingering on Haley’s discolored, slightly puffy cheek.
“I’m fine, so quit fussing.” Haley looked at Ian over Piper’s head, her smile tentative and questioning. He had been gone when she woke this morning and the disappointment she felt simply wouldn’t do. She had no interest in men, definitely no interest in seeking out another relationship. She loved her shop, her small town and her friends. For the past six years, that was all she had needed to be happy, but the way her nipples beaded and her pussy spasmed at just the sight of him told her that maybe she needed a little more now. Ever since Ian had walked into her shop a week ago, her body had been trying to tell her she wanted more, was ready for more, at least physically. She had managed to ignore her reawakened urgings until he not only rescued her last night, but had shown how compassionate and understanding he could be by staying with her through the night, his silent, platonic presence enough for her then. But when Piper had said they were leaving in the morning, she knew her time to end her six-year celibacy with this man was running out. “Thanks to Ian, Tim’s headed back to Florida with another minimum twenty years tacked on to his original sentence and I’m relatively unharmed.”
“He’s been picked up already?” Brody asked sharply. “I wanted to question him myself this evening about Piper’s disappearance.”
“Sheriff Norton was convinced he had nothing to do with that,” Haley told him.
“We’ll talk to him after we eat,” Ian said firmly as he led the way inside, his irritation with Haley’s gratitude uncalled for. It was only natural for a victim to be thankful to the person who saved them from any further harm from their attacker, but it was the lingering look of lust filled longing that had him on edge. Giving in to that look would be a colossal mistake. She definitely was not a woman he could indulge in a hot and heavy one night stand with. But the fantasy of showing her just how good it good be with the right man wouldn’t let up.
The diner smelled just as good, just as homey as the last time they were here, and Mary greeted Haley with just as much caring and concern as she had Piper a few days ago. “Are you all right, hon?” she asked, her hand resting comfortingly, protectively on Haley’s shoulder after she seated them.
“Yes, thanks to Ian, Mary.” The minute she had spotted Ian unfolding his tall, cream your jeans body out of Brody’s hot red car and her body reacted by doing just that, she knew she wasn’t going to let the chance to have him scratch the itch he was respons
ible for causing pass her by.
“Can we just order,” Ian growled, glaring at Haley sitting next to him. “It was nothing, okay? Any man worth his salt would’ve done the same thing.”
“Not any man would have allowed Tim to hit him twice just to make sure he got extra time on his sentence.”
“Did Gary tell you that?” He frowned at her, not liking that she knew just how far he’d go to protect her. She was right, he wouldn’t have gone that extra step for just anyone.
“Yes, but he didn’t have to. I already suspected as much.” Which just made Haley even more sure that he was the man for her to test the sexual waters again with. The timing couldn’t be more perfect since he was leaving tomorrow and the decision whether to see each other again would be taken out of both their hands.
“You did that?” Mary asked, tears in her eyes. “Do you like chocolate?”
“I love chocolate.” Narrowing his eyes at her, he asked suspiciously, “Why?”
“I have a whole chocolate cream pie I’m saving just for you. Now,” she stated briskly before he could argue, “I’ll go ahead and take your orders so you don’t have to wait for Darlene. As you can see, we’re still swamped with the holiday tourists.”
The tables were filling up as soon as they were vacated and cleaned and from the number of both pedestrians and cars traversing Main Street, the extra business holidays always generated looked like it was going to stretch through the weekend.
Brody and Ian spent the next hour conversing quietly as they ate while half listening to Piper and Haley first filling each other in on the last twenty-four hours since they saw each other and then on clothing designs. When they started discussing the lingerie items Piper was currently working on, both men listened attentively, much to their amusement. Feeling devious, Piper elaborated on some very risqué outfits she contracted for an online store that sold an assortment of sexy clothing as well as sexual enhancements and toys.
“What’s the point of wearing crotchless panties,” Brody asked as he imagined a pair of red lace framing Piper’s nude sex. Shifting uncomfortably, he tried to adjust his semi-erect cock discretely, but by the grins spreading across both women’s faces, he knew he failed. “Fuck it,” he growled as he blatantly reached down and shifted his dick to the side so it wasn’t pressing against his zipper, adding to his misery.
Smirking, Piper looked down at his crotch pointedly. “That’s the point,” she said, smiling widely and pointing at the obvious bulge in his pants.
Haley couldn’t help but glance down at Ian’s cock and wasn’t surprised to see a hard bulge pressing tautly against his jeans. Moving her eyes up, she found his on her, narrowing to dark brown slits.
“Yes,” he admitted succinctly and that was all he was going to say on the matter. He had been having enough trouble keeping himself in check just sitting next to Haley, his mind insisting on conjuring up scene after scene of him fucking that slim body, the best part of his fantasies watching her eyes widen and glaze over with the pleasure he was giving her. And if that was the best part, he was all the more thankful that he was booking out of here tomorrow.
“Come on, we’re drawing attention.” Brody pushed back, grabbed Piper’s hand and led the way out of the still busy restaurant, Ian following him with his boxed up pie in one hand and Haley’s hand held tightly in the other. “I’ll call the sheriff to meet us at Rowdy’s and we’ll fill him in on our departure and he can tell us how convinced he is that Haley’s ex didn’t have anything to do with Piper’s disappearance.”
Rowdy’s was just as crowded as the diner, but apparently Crack had been expecting them because he was waving them over to an open booth in the back corner when they came in. “Clem texted me and let me know you were headed this way,” Crack said as he plopped a beer down in front of each of them then planted his fists on his hips and glared at both Brody and Ian. “First, you let that sleaze ball of an ex hurt Haley again and now I hear you’re taking Piper to Atlantic City when you know there’s going to be someone there gunning for her father. I thought you were good at your jobs.”
“Now, Crack,” Piper began soothingly, placing her small hand on his forearm as Haley said at the same time, “Ian saved me.”
Ian growled next to her, his frustration with her evident in the hard look he gave her before taking a hefty drink of his beer.
“Don’t you ‘now Crack’ me, missy, and if he had been more diligent, he wouldn’t have had to save you,” he told Haley. Turning back to Piper, Crack added, “You have no business getting mixed up in this. It’s their damn job, not yours.”
“I assure you she’ll be perfectly safe.” Brody found it difficult to assure the older man of anything when he himself couldn’t be positive that would be the case. He, Ian and Carlos weren’t the only law enforcement that will be there. Undercover cops will be stationed inside and out of the casino, but even with all bases covered there were always loopholes.
“You can’t assure me of any damn thing and you know it.” Turning his glare back to Piper, he reiterated, “Don’t go, Piper, let them handle it.”
“I have to know, Crack. I’m ninety-nine percent sure Charles is dead, but that one percent will haunt me if I don’t go. If he doesn’t show, I’ll know for sure.”
“Why would you say that?” he asked, clearly confused.
“Because Charles loves the Empire more than anything or anyone else. He won’t relinquish it without a fight, not if he’s alive. That place is the reason he started doing business with this Pasquino in the first place.”
It wasn’t lost on Crack that she called Charles by his given name instead of dad or father, and now he knew why. Shaking his head in resignation, he told Brody and Ian, “You better be right,” his tone as hard as his eyes before turning away.
Crack had no sooner returned to his station behind the bar when Sheriff Norton came in, followed Crack’s point and joined them in their booth, making the four of them crowd closer together. “What’s this I hear of you letting Piper in on this sting you’ve got set up in New Jersey?”
“Does news always travel this fast in this damn town?” Ian asked irritably, not used to having his business spread like wildfire before he had even ironed out the details himself or having to explain himself to so many people. He should have known after Clem had come out from the kitchen to grill them that it wouldn’t stop there.
Gary shrugged lightly, unperturbed by their scowls and obvious frustration with small town grapevines. “Pretty much. Now, give.”
Piper ignored them, through trying to explain herself. By Monday, she planned to be back here resuming her life and working to put the past behind her once and for all. Turning to Haley, she asked her quietly the one thing she had been dying to know all night. “So, are you going to give Ian a nice farewell, or not?” When she had called Haley about meeting for dinner, she had told her about what happened between her and both men, relieved when Haley said she was looking forward to hearing all the intimate details later and showed no signs of jealousy.
“If he’s willing, yes, I’m going to go for it. Wish me luck?” Haley had no idea how she was going to get Ian into her bed, she was definitely not some sexy, conniving diva experienced at seducing men, and Ian was not a man who could be seduced easily.
“All men are willing,” Piper returned dryly. “But with these two, you have to get through their moral brick wall before they’ll cave. If I didn’t respect that about them so much, it’d really, really piss me off.”
“Instead of just really pissing you off?” Haley grinned.
“Yeah.”
By the time Gary left them with a warning to Brody and Ian and a softer caution to be careful to Piper, it had grown dark and they were ready to head home. Haley reluctantly slid out of the booth, building up her nerve as they walked through the crowded tables to the door to broach Ian about coming back to her apartment. She had never asked a man home before, never had a one night stand and her fear of rejection after waiti
ng so long to take this step again was as strong as her desire to get naked with this man, to see if he could drive her to the heights of pleasure Piper had tantalized her with.
As they stepped out onto the walkway, she quickly turned to Ian before she completely lost her nerve, blurting, “Will you walk me home?” at the same time as he said, “I’ll walk you home.”
Brody laughed softly, took Piper’s hand and headed back down to his car, saying over his shoulder, “Call me or have someone bring you back later.”
Chapter Fourteen
Main Street was quieter now, the shoppers and diners having left for either one of the bed and breakfast inns if they had been lucky enough to get a room, or to one of the numerous campsites and cabins surrounding the lake. “You can see every star in the sky,” Haley murmured as she looked up, liking the feel of Ian’s hand holding hers as they neared her shop. The distance from the south end of Main Street where her shop was to the north end where Rowdy’s was located had always seemed longer than it did tonight. She was going to have to put on her big girl panties soon if she wanted this night to end with an orgasm, she thought ruefully.
Ian looked up and had to admit, unfortunately, that the brightly dotted inky sky did look appealing and was a sight rarely seen in Richmond. “Okay, I’ll give you the sky, but honestly, Haley, doesn’t it drive you fucking nuts having everyone know your business, not to mention hovering over you constantly.”
The disgust in his tone made Haley smile. “No, I think it’s nice. If Sheriff Norton hadn’t been so protective of both Piper and me, our circumstances could have turned out much different.” She let him take her key to the front door of the shop and waited until he stepped in first and flipped on the lights before she took a deep breath, and simply took the bull by the horns, blurting, “Ian, would you have sex with me tonight?”
