“You’re not so bad yourself, handsome.” My hands slid over my body, cupping my breasts, and squeezing my hard nipples.
“Son of a bitch,” he growled as I dropped to my knees and pushed his legs open.
I looked up, my eyes connecting with his. “Ready to scream?”
“I’m fucking ready for whatever you wanna give me, sugar.”
I licked my lips and pushed his hand away. “Allow me,” I whispered. My hand slid up and down the shaft of his rock hard cock while my other hand cupped his balls. My mouth watered as a drop of precum beaded on the tip of his dick, and I licked my lips.
“Better get that, sugar. Wouldn’t want it to go to waste.”
“So fucking dirty,” I mumbled leaning forward. My tongue swiped the cum from his dick, and Pipe’s thighs shook as a groan slipped from his lips.
“And you’re so fucking hot. I want your mouth on my dick.”
I shook my head and leaned back. “I’m calling the shots tonight, handsome.”
My hand stroked his dick up and down, and his eyes were hooded, looking down at me. “As long as you don’t stop touching me, I’m good with whatever you have planned for me.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” My hand sped up, watching as his dick grew longer and harder. “God, you’re dick is fucking amazing.” Yeah, I said it, and I wasn’t ashamed to admit it. I’m sure that went straight to the head on his shoulders, but I had never been in awe of a dick before.
“It’s all because of you,” he gasped. His breathing was labored, and he was gripping the edge of the chair while he watched my hand.
I stopped stroking his dick and ran my hands over his bare thighs. “It’s all mine?” I asked as I leaned forward, my lips above his dick. “This is only for me?” I glanced up and found his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Yours,” he panted.
His words hit my ears. Everything I wanted in one simple word.
My mouth opened. I bobbed up and down, his dick hitting the back of my throat, and I went back for more. I wanted every single piece of this man, his dick included.
He grabbed my hair, pulling it back, and held it up. “God damn, your fucking mouth is Heaven,” he grunted.
I grabbed the base of his dick and stroked up, touching where my mouth couldn’t reach. His fingers delved into my hair, gripped my head, and gently pulled my head up and down. “Tell me if it’s too much, sugar.” His hips thrust up, meeting my mouth as he pushed me down on his dick.
I laid my hands on his thighs and closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of him against my tongue. “Son of a bitch,” he groaned when he hit the back of my throat, and I gagged a bit.
My nails sunk into his thigh as I relaxed my throat and took him deeper.
“Stop,” he grunted. He pulled my head up, hooked his hands under my arms, and hauled me off the floor in one swipe.
“Stop?” I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and looked down at Pipe. I was back to straddling his lap, and his dick was pointed up between us.
“I’m coming in that sweet cunt of yours.”
I rested my hands on his shoulders and closed my eyes. “There’s my dirty man.”
“You fucking like it,” he growled. He lifted me up again, lining up his dick with my pussy. “Open your eyes. I wanna watch you while I fuck you.”
A smile spread across my lips, and I opened my eyes. “Pretty sure you can fuck me with my eyes closed.”
He shook his head and lowered me onto his dick. “I wanna make sure you only see me and know whose dick is inside you.”
I gasped and tossed my head back. “God,” I moaned.
“Just call me Pipe, sugar.” His hands gripped my ass, and he lifted me up, leaving just the tip inside me. “Or you can always call me Derek.”
“Derek?” I tilted my head down and looked him in the eye. “Did you just tell me what your name is? In the middle of sex?”
He pressed a kiss to my lips. “Figured it was a good time,” he mumbled against me.
“Does this mean I call you Derek now?”
He shook his head. “No. Or you can, but not when anyone else is around.”
“Hmm, I guess I accept that.”
He lifted me up again and hammered into me. “Good,” he grunted.
“Oh, my God,” I moaned. I buried my face in his neck and bit down on his shoulder.
“Son of a bitch, Nikki.”
I pressed kisses up his neck, and my gaze fell on the window. “What th—” A scream ripped from my lips, and I pushed off, falling flat on my ass. “Th-the-the window!”
Pipe jumped up and turned around just in time to see a man running down the driveway. “What the fuck!” he yelled. He grabbed his pants off the floor, hopping into them as he walked into the kitchen and reached up in the cabinet above the fridge.
“What are you—” My question was answered before I even got the words out.
Pipe pulled down a gun, slammed the cabinet shut, and pointed at me. “Lock the door, call nine-one-one, and get dressed. Don’t move.” He was out the door in only a pair of jeans and a gun in his hands, and he ran down the driveway in the same direction the man had run.
I scrambled off the floor, locked the door behind him, and pulled my phone out of my purse that I had dropped on the floor.
My hands shook as I brought up the keypad on my phone and punched in nine-one-one.
“Nine-one-one, what is your emergency?”
“Um, my boyfriend is chasing a man down the street who was watching us…”
“Watching you what, ma’am?” The dull voice on the other end asked.
“Uh, we were having sex, and some guy was watching us.”
“Can I get your address, please? I’ll get a squad dispatched to your house.”
I rattled off my address and hung up the phone after the dispatcher told me the police should be here within five minutes. I crept toward the window and looked out to see if Pipe was nearby.
My eye caught my reflection in the mirror, and I remembered the last thing Pipe had told me to do.
Get dressed.
*
Chapter 26
Pipe
“Okay, I think we have everything we need. We’ll be in touch if we find anything or if we have any other questions.”
Pipe nodded to the police officer who looked to be no older than twenty. “We’d appreciate that.”
By the time the police had arrived, Pipe was walking through the door and stashed the gun he had grabbed before above the fridge.
“I’d advise keeping your curtains closed until we find whoever is doing this.” The officer tipped his hat at me and walked out the door.
Pipe shut the door behind him and leaned against it. “Now this creep is really starting to piss me off.”
This creep was starting to scare me, and well, creep me out. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice him standing there.” I ran my fingers through my hair and plopped down on the couch. I had managed to put on a pair of leggings and a shirt before Pipe had gotten back to the house and the cop showed up. My skin was crawling, and I just felt dirty. I rubbed my arms and hung my head. “I just can’t,” I whispered.
I listened as I heard Pipe close the curtains and lock the front door. “Get up, sugar. You and I are going to shower and then we’re going to bed.”
I looked up and shook my head. “Please, I really don—”
“Stop. I’m not talking sex. I’m talking we shower, and then we try to sleep.”
“I don’t think I can sleep right now.” My head was a complete mess. I was ten times more terrified than the last time this had happened. Whoever this guy was had watched me at my most intimate moment with Pipe. Being with Pipe was meant for only me and him.
“Whatever you want. We can watch a movie, play a game, read a book. Whatever you want.”
I nodded and stood. “Okay.” I wasn’t sure how good of company I was going to be, but Pipe didn’t seem to really care. “Are you sure th
e curtains are closed enough?”
Pipe grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hallway as I wearily looked over my shoulder at the window. “They’re closed, sugar. Try not to worry about it.”
I sighed and leaned against the sink. Pipe turned on the water and pulled the shower curtain shut. “Clothes off.” He was still wearing only his pants and tugged them down his legs.
“I just feel off,” I muttered. I looked around and rubbed my hands together. I knew no one was watching us now, but I couldn’t shake the feeling someone was.
“Hey,” Pipe called. He grabbed my hand and wrapped me up in his arms.
I shivered and buried my head in his chest. “I’m sorry,” I mumbled.
“There isn’t anything to be sorry for, sugar. I’m here. Nothing is going to happen to you.”
“I don’t know why this is happening. What did I do?”
“Hey, hey.” His hand caressed my cheek and gently tilted my head back to look up at him. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I don’t know why this guy is doing this, but we’ll get it figured out. Between me and the police, this guy is more than caught.”
“I don’t want you to go looking for him. What if when you chased after him tonight, he hurt you? I couldn’t have lived with myself knowing you got hurt because of me.”
He shook his head and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “I’m telling you right now, sugar, this guy is not going to hurt you or me. He’s a coward who stands in the shadows. He doesn’t stand a chance.”
“Okay,” I whispered. I trusted Pipe would keep me safe, but I was still worried he was going to get hurt doing it. “We should probably hop in the shower.” The steam was billowing over the top of the curtain and fogging up the mirror.
Pipe helped me strip down, taking extra care of me. His hands ran over my body, and he pressed a kiss to my collarbone. “You’re mine, Nikki, and I always take care of what's mine.”
I face-planted into his chest and sighed. “Thank you.”
I loved this man.
He was my rock when I was scared.
My shield when I needed protecting.
My soft place to land when I’d had a hard day.
He was mine, and I was the luckiest damn woman in the world.
*
Chapter 27
Pipe
“Sugar, wake up.” I gently shook Nikki’s shoulder, and she burrowed into my side.
“No, I’m too tired to move.”
“All you need to do is get in my room, and you can go back to sleep.”
Her head lifted, and she looked out the windshield. “We’re here?”
“Yeah. You fell asleep as soon as we hit the highway.”
She looked up at me and yawned. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think I could sleep, but apparently, I was wrong.”
I brushed her hair back from her face. “I think it had something to do with the fact we weren’t in Kales Corners anymore.”
After we had showered last night, we both fell into bed, but Nikki never really slept. She would doze off for about half an hour then wake up frantic, flailing her arms and screaming. I would finally get her settled only for her to wake up again. I was beyond exhausted and had thought about not going to Weston, but I figured it would be good for her to get out Kales Corners.
Alice was asleep in the backseat and was snoring away.
Nikki peaked over the seat and laughed. “I think she wore herself out worrying about coming here. She was pretty shocked when I called her this morning and invited her to come with us.”
Excited was an understatement. I had been brewing a pot of coffee when I heard Alice scream through the phone. Nikki had been sitting in the living room and had moved the phone from her ear because she had screamed so loud.
Alice had stayed awake maybe ten minutes longer than Nikki, and then she was out like a light.
“Are you talking about me?” Alice asked sleepily from the back.
“You are the only one who freaked out about coming here,” Nikki laughed.
Alice sat up and stuck her head into the front. “How do I look? Think I can catch myself a biker?”
Nikki squinted, and I tried not to laugh. Her hair was plastered to the side of her head, and she had a huge red line on her face from where she had fallen asleep on the zipper of her coat. “Um, you might want to fluff up your hair a bit.” Nikki adjusted the rearview mirror and pointed it at Alice.
“Jumpin’ Jehoshaphat! What did you do to me?” She licked her hand and ran it down the side of her hair.
“Me?” I asked. “I didn’t do shit, woman.”
She shook her head and rubbed a hand down her face. “What happened to my face?” she screeched.
“It’s really not that bad, Alice. Just run your fingers through your hair, and the line on your face will be gone in no time,” Nikki reassured her.
I opened my door, pulling Nikki out behind me. “Get the lead out, woman. None of the guys will care what you look like.”
Nikki slapped me on the chest, and Alice yelled, “You’re an asshole.”
Well, that wasn’t necessary. “What’d I do?” I asked Nikki.
“You can’t tell her no one will care what she looks like,” she hissed.
“I didn’t mean it, well, meanly. I just meant she looks fine the way she is.” She did look fine. Maybe a little sleepy, but she was fine.
“Nikki!” Karmen barreled down on us and wrapped Nikki up into a huge hug. “I can’t believe that you’re actually here. There’s too much to tell you over the phone. You can stay at my house, and we can catch up.”
“Hell no.” That was not fucking happening. There was no way in hell Nikki was going to spend the night away from me. I felt much safer being back in Weston, but I was still worried about the psycho watching her. “She’s in my room.”
Karmen scoffed and waved her hand at me. “No. You’ve had her for two weeks. It’s my turn with her.”
Nikki wearily looked at Karmen and shook her head. “I, uh, I think I’d rather stay with Pipe. No offense, but I just feel safer with him.”
“Safer?” Karmen repeated. “What the hell does that mean? If he is going to keep you from falling out of bed because that’s about the only thing I think he needs to keep you safe from.”
Nikki looked at me and bit her lip. “Um, well…”
“What the hell is going on?” Karmen demanded.
I opened Alice’s door. “Get out, woman. I’m not going to repeat myself, so you need to hear what’s going on too.”
“Going on? You mean other than my shit-tastic hair?” I grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the truck. “Yes, there are more important things going on other than your hair.”
“Yo, you’re back,” Nickel called.
Karmen turned around and put her hands on her hips. “Something is going on. Do you know what’s going on?” she asked Nickel.
Nickel looked at me, and I shook my head. He didn’t know what was going on, but he got the clue I didn’t want to discuss it in the parking lot.
“I don’t know what’s going on, baby girl, but I think we should let them get into the clubhouse, and then we can talk.”
Karmen stomped her foot, but she let Nickel grab her hand and pull her into the clubhouse.
“Is this about Richard?” Alice asked. She grabbed her bag from the truck and hitched it over her shoulder.
“It might be.”
“Lord help us.” Alice hooked her arm through Nikki’s and nodded her head at me. “Well, lead the way, badass.”
I quirked my eyebrow and looked at Nikki. A smile spread across her lips, and she nodded at the clubhouse. “Well, you heard her, badass, lead the way,” she giggled.
It was good to see Nikki laugh, but I knew she was still worried about whoever was watching her. “Grab Wrecker,” I hollered to Nickel.
He lifted his hand and disappeared into the clubhouse.
“This is so cool,” Alice whispered behind me. “Who’s Wrecker?”
> “Um, big bearded, burly guy who’s the president,” Nikki informed her.
“What a wicked name. So much better than Pipe.”
I looked over my shoulder and smirked. “You can say that until you find out the reason they call me Pipe.”
Alice’s jaw dropped, and Nikki pointed her finger at me. “I’m gonna need to hear that story.”
“Me too,” Alice chirped. “You're like my personal biker whisperer for any questions I’ll have this weekend.”
“Um, I don’t know what questions you’ll have, but whatever, darlin’.”
“Is it bad I swoon a little bit when he calls me that? It’s purely because no one ever calls me that,” she assured Nikki. “Not that I have the hots for your personal biker.”
“Is that kind of like a personal shopper?” Nikki giggled. “And what questions are you going to have that I won’t be able to answer?”
I opened the door and motioned for the girls to go ahead of me.
“Wrecker said to meet him in church.” Nickel had his arm over Karmen’s shoulder and disappeared down the hallway.
“Oh you know,” Alice mumbled. “Can I talk to everyone? Do I have to avoid eye contact?”
Nikki looked at me, her eyes bugged out. “Avoid eye contact?” she asked me.
I shook my head. “We’re not that kind of club, Alice. Just show us respect, and we’ll show you respect back.”
She nodded and headed in the direction Nikki and Karmen had. “Cool. See, it’s good I asked. Otherwise, they would have thought I was shady.”
I chuckled under my breath, and Nikki tried not to smile. “Yup, good thing you asked,” she smirked.
The door to church was open, and Nickel was standing at the head of the table, talking to Wrecker.
“Wow,” Alice gasped under her breath. “Hello, burly bearded man.”
“Wrecker,” I called. “You know Nikki. This is her friend Alice from Kales Corners.”
Alice walked up to him, stuck her hand out to shake his, and I kid you not, fucking curtsied. “Mr. President,” she mumbled.
Pipe Page 15
