Nate motioned his head toward the exit. “Get out of here,” he said with a smile.
Ethan rubbed his hand over his mouth. “Say, how did you know about Kayla and me?”
“Piper told me.”
Ethan snapped his fingers. “Right. Of course. You two are pretty close, aren’t you?”
“You could say that. She’s one of my best friends.”
Ethan nodded in understanding. But, out of nowhere, his eyes widened, and he said, “You dog.”
“What are you talking about?” Nate asked, baffled.
Ethan shook his head and laughed. “Nothing. I gotta go.” He slapped Nate on the back as he walked out of the cubicle.
Nate watched his friend walk away and shook his own head. He had no idea what that had been about.
Nate picked up his phone and opened his messages again. Piper had sent him a great photo of her breasts.
He couldn’t wait to see her on Wednesday.
Piper stared off into space from her desk. She’d been trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. It was hard when they all worked in the same area. Thankfully, her three friends were off, doing other things, at the moment.
The second she’d walked through the door, Simone had asked her where she’d gone in such a hurry from the nightclub. Piper had promised she would tell everyone at lunch.
And she would, but it didn’t mean she was looking forward to it. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to tell her friends. She wasn’t trying to keep it a secret or anything.
What she didn’t want was for them to make a big deal out of it. But there was no way they were going to let the fact that she’d slept with Nate blow over without wanting to know every detail.
Piper saw movement out of the corner of her eye and looked to see Kayla practically running up to her desk with Simone and Lainey behind her. Kayla clutched her phone in her hand as she ran into Piper’s desk.
Piper jumped from her chair. “Are you okay?”
Kayla waved a hand in front of her face. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
Simone and Lainey had stopped behind Kayla with expectant looks on their faces.
“We want to know why you’re sending nude pics to Nate,” Kayla said.
“Is that why you told us to stay away from him?” Lainey asked.
Piper held up her hands. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. The picture was not a nude pic.” She dropped her hands as something occurred to her. “How did you know?”
“Ha!” Lainey said. “I knew she’d admit it.”
“You were right,” Simone said.
Kayla waved her phone. “Ethan told me.”
Piper gulped, and her eyes widened. “Nate showed Ethan?”
“If it wasn’t a nudie, then why do you look like you’re going to puke?” Lainey asked.
“No,” Kayla said, “Nate didn’t show anything to Ethan. Nate was looking at something on his phone, and when Ethan walked in, Nate threw his phone on the desk. The guys were talking, and your name came up. Ethan put two and two together.”
Piper dropped into her seat with relief. Not only did she not want anyone to see the picture she’d messaged Nate, but she’d also been hurt for a brief moment when she thought Nate had been showing it around.
“So?” Kayla said.
Piper’s eyes snapped to her friends. With her sudden worry, she’d almost forgotten they were there.
“So, what?” Piper asked. She’d forgotten what they’d even asked her.
“Why are you sending pics to Nate?” Simone said as if she thought Piper was crazy for forgetting the conversation.
Piper laughed. “What time is it? I was planning to tell you all at lunch.”
Lainey looked at her watch. “It’s barely after ten. We cannot wait that long.”
Piper held her hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay. I’ll give you the CliffsNotes version for now.” That was probably a mistake since it would give her friends a couple of hours to come up with five hundred questions. “Something Simone said on Friday—”
“Me?” Simone interrupted, looking proud and in awe.
Piper chuckled. “Yes, you,” she said to Simone. To everyone, she said, “Something Simone said made me realize that Nate was the person I should be sleeping with.” She looked at Lainey. “It was not why I told you not to hook up with him.” She looked at all of them again. “I honestly didn’t know I was going to sleep with Nate until Friday.”
“So, you had sex with him?” Simone asked.
“Yes.”
All three of them started talking at once.
“Hey, hey,” Piper said.
They went quiet.
“I promise I will tell you everything at lunch.”
Simone stomped her foot. “But I don’t wanna wait,” she whined.
Piper nodded behind them. “I just saw Andrea walk in the door.”
Andrea was the shelter’s director. She was a good boss, but she made sure her employees were doing what they were supposed to be doing.
Lainey sighed. “I have a phone appointment in a few anyway.” She started for her desk and pointed a finger at Piper. “Don’t say anything without me.”
Piper made a cross over her heart. “I promise.”
Nate’s phone buzzed. It was Piper. He leaned back in his seat and opened his messages.
Piper: So, the cat’s out of the bag. Everyone knows we did the nasty.
Nate: What? How?
Piper: Apparently, something you said to Ethan tipped him off. I got bombarded at work by Kayla, Simone, and Lainey.
So, that was why Ethan’d had that look on his face when he was in Nate’s cubicle earlier.
Nate: That fucking weasel.
Piper: LOL. They were going to find out eventually.
Nate: So, you’re okay?
Piper: Yes, except they wouldn’t stop asking me how you were in bed.
Nate grinned.
Nate: What did you say?
Piper: Meh.
Nate sat up in his chair. What the hell?
Nate: Meh? MEH?
Piper: Sorry. Should I have lied?
Nate: Yes! No! I don’t know! I’m not supposed to be meh!
Piper: Ha-haha-haha-haha!
Piper: I’m just kidding.
Piper: They didn’t even ask.
He knew she’d purposely made the last bit of information into three messages to make him suffer.
Nate: Paybacks are a bitch.
Piper: I know. That was for laughing when I told you about Mrs. Grant earlier.
Nate laughed.
Nate: Truce?
Piper: Truce.
Nate looked out Piper’s front window. His body told him it was going to rain, but it was sunny outside, although it had been humid all week.
“What are you looking for?” Piper asked from behind him. They’d had dinner and just finished cleaning up the kitchen, which was where she’d come from.
“Rain.”
She came to stand beside him. “Was it in the forecast?”
He shrugged. He was horrible at watching the weather. He usually got his reports from other people talking about what they’d heard. “I don’t know. I didn’t check.” He rubbed his right shoulder. “I can just tell by my body. It aches.”
“It does?”
“Yeah, ever since the accident.” Nate had dislocated his shoulder in the accident. It hadn’t been the same since.
“You never told me that,” she whispered.
He shrugged again. It was because he didn’t like talking about the accident or reminding her of that day. As if she could ever forget. “I don’t talk about it much.”
Nate looked over at Piper. Her eyes looked so sad, and even though he felt like an asshole, Nate put his arm around her. Jordan would have been home safe that night instead of driving in his car if only Nate hadn’t insisted they go out for a beer after work.
She cuddled right into him and put her hand on his chest while she curved the other around his waist. They stood the
re for a few minutes, just staring out the window, holding each other. Soon, the blue sky began to cloud over.
Piper gasped. “Oh my God, I think you’re right.”
He chuckled. “You sound so amazed.”
“I know it has to do with barometric pressure, but it still seems like magic sometimes. My dad used to predict storms, too, but he always felt it in his knees.” She laughed. “When I was a kid, I really did think my dad was magical.”
Nate looked down into her green eyes. They were lit up from her talking about her father. Nate couldn’t imagine having a relationship with his own dad like she’d had with hers.
She met his gaze, and her face turned from laughter to heat.
Nate cupped her cheek and kissed her.
She turned in his arms, and the kiss turned urgent. She wrapped her arms around his neck. She jumped, and he grabbed her underneath her legs just in time to catch her.
He carried her into the living room and laid her on the couch.
Her chest heaved from her deep breathing, and he wanted to see her naked breasts.
He wanted to forget all about the accident and the day he’d ruined Piper’s life. He wanted to make her forget, if even for a moment. He wanted to make her feel good. He needed to make her feel good.
He reached for her shorts and pulled them and her panties down and off her legs. He didn’t even pay attention to where he threw them.
Her beautiful, bare pink pussy was open to him. He could practically hear it say, Taste me, Nate.
“Take off your shirt.”
Piper whipped off her top without any hesitation. It always turned him on when a woman listened to him in bed.
Nate reached down and adjusted his cock under his boxers. He dropped to his knees on the floor and spread Piper’s legs open wide. He watched her for a second before sliding his middle finger between her folds. When he reached her clit, he lightly swept his finger over it and then pushed down with a small amount of force.
Piper’s ass lifted into the air, and she moaned.
He moved his hand away and replaced it with his mouth. He licked in between her folds, trying to taste as much of her as he possibly could. He loved how wet she was. He grabbed on to her thighs to make sure they stayed open while he felt her nails digging into his head.
He moved his mouth north until he reached her swollen nub. He circled the tender spot with his tongue and sucked it into his mouth. He hummed around her clit to see what she would do.
She screamed in pleasure, and Nate smiled.
He pulled away enough to say, “Shh…or Mrs. Grant is going to hear you.”
She opened her eyes and gave him a dirty look.
Nate laughed and took her in his mouth again. He pushed his middle finger inside her and headed straight for the spongy spot. He rubbed his finger over and over on the area while he sucked on her nub. He had only been with her two nights, but he’d already learned she loved the combo of both areas being touched at once.
He could tell she was getting closer by how fast her hips pumped in the air and how tight her pussy was squeezing his finger, but all of a sudden, she seemed to plateau. It didn’t take him long to figure out why.
“Piper, it’s okay to let go. What happens, happens. There is nothing you can do to turn me away.”
It seemed to be the right thing to say because, five seconds after he put his mouth back between her legs, she combusted. Turned out, she had nothing to worry about.
She cried out, “Oh God. I’m coming. I’m coming. Don’t stop. I’m coming.”
The police would have to come and drag him away before he stopped.
He waited until her orgasm finished before he crept up her body. She still had her eyes closed, and he smiled at what he had done to her. He gently pulled one of her bra cups out of the way, giving her plenty of time to stop him if she didn’t want him to do it.
Her rosy nipple was erect and begging for his mouth. Again, he heard, Taste me, Nate.
He sucked the bud into his mouth, pushing it against the roof of his mouth with his tongue.
She grabbed on to his head with both hands. “God, Nate,” she panted in his ear. “Your mouth is amazing.”
“Thank you,” he said as he switched to the other breast.
Piper’s fingers dragged down his body and into his shorts. “I want to taste you now.”
His cock jumped at that idea.
Nate kissed his way up her neck until he reached her ear. “Next time. Right now, I just want to be inside you.”
“I want that, too,” she said and kissed him again.
He sat up and stood from the couch. He stripped off his shirt and grabbed the condom from his pocket before pushing his shorts to the floor.
Piper stretched her arm out and grabbed him. She pumped him in her fist a couple of times, and since he was selfish, he closed his eyes and let her.
Piper sucked in a breath, and he looked at her face. Her eyes were big and wide.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“You’re uncircumcised.”
“You didn’t notice before?”
She shook her head. “It was dark.”
He tried to remain relaxed. “Is that a problem?”
He held his breath, waiting for her answer but hoping she didn’t notice how important her approval was to him.
“Not at all,” Piper said, and Nate breathed again. “I’ve just never seen one. In real life, that is.”
Nate grinned. “Why, Piper, are you telling me you watch porn?”
Her cheeks flushed. “Maybe.”
He grabbed her hand and removed it from his dick. “You can explore later. Like I said, I want to be inside you.”
She smiled and opened her arms and legs wide.
He pushed the condom down his length and settled himself between her legs. He rubbed the head of his cock between her labia to make sure she was still wet and ready for him. His dick glistened with her arousal, and Nate was satisfied she wasn’t lying about her discovery.
He pushed inside, going faster and harder than he had their first time. Her body was already getting used to his.
Nate pumped his hips into hers, finding the best angle to give them both pleasure. Of course, being a guy, it didn’t take much for him, so when he heard Piper suck in a breath, he knew he’d found what he was looking for.
He pulled her upper body close and moved his lower body in and out of her at a steady rhythm. “God, you feel good,” he told her.
She clutched his back. “So do you. I think…oh God…I think I’m going to come again.”
“Fuck yeah,” he told her. “I want you to. I want to feel it. Come all over me, Piper.”
And come all over him she did. It wasn’t much longer before Piper orgasmed again. When he felt her get so tight that she almost pushed him out and the warmth of her orgasm hit his legs, Nate came, too.
Goddamn.
At least this time, he managed to stay inside her.
Piper rested her head on Nate’s chest while the two of them lay, cocooned under a blanket, on the couch, enjoying their post-coital bliss.
Nate was trailing his fingers up and down her arm, and his touch was making it hard for her to stay awake.
“Hey,” Nate said, turning his head toward her. His chin rubbed the top of her head. “Can I ask you a question?”
She yawned. “You just did.”
“Smart-ass. No, it’s something you texted me the other day.”
They messaged each other every day, so he could be talking about anything.
“What did I say?”
“It was when you said your friends asked how I was in bed.”
She tilted her head back onto his shoulder to look into his eyes. “Really? You don’t strike me as the insecure type.”
He frowned. “I’m not, thank you very much. No, I was wondering if women really talked about that stuff.”
Piper laughed. “You really don’t have any friends who are female, do you?�
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His frown deepened.
“Sorry, I meant no offense. You just surprise me sometimes. You have a sister, for heaven’s sake.”
He nodded. “I do. A much younger sister. Who will remain a virgin until her wedding day.”
Piper raised her brow.
“It’s true. At least in my mind. What I don’t know can’t hurt me in this situation.”
She supposed he had a point. “Okay, I’ll give you that one. We can’t have you going around, intimidating all of Tiana’s boyfriends.”
“Exactly.”
“So, to answer your question, yes, women really talk like that. I don’t think men know that women can be just as nasty as guys. And just as sexual.”
Nate shrugged. “Well, I knew that part.”
She wrinkled up her nose. “But do you? I mean, I know you have women that you”—she didn’t know if she should say have sex with or had sex with; she didn’t want to insinuate anything, like she thought he was only sleeping with her now—“have sex with, and that’s all you do, but do you realize that they are more than sexual beings?”
Nate didn’t reply right away, and she had to give him points for honestly thinking about the question.
“Yes, but I didn’t really think about it until you said something. I see what you’re saying.”
She smiled. “That’s good. Because, sometimes, the sweetest girls can be the naughtiest.”
“Like you?”
She mock gasped, putting a hand on her chest. “Moi? I do not think so.”
Nate laughed. “So, you’re telling me that your friends didn’t ask any details about the two of us having sex?”
Piper moved her head back to his chest. “I plead the fifth.”
Simone, Lainey, and Kayla had asked her every possible question about her Friday night with Nate.
“Does he look as good with clothes off as he does on?”
“Yes.”
“Is he hung like a horse?”
“Yes.”
“Is he amazing in bed?”
“Yes.”
“Did he make you come?”
“Yes, yes, and yes.”
She wasn’t about to tell him all that though. It would go straight to his head, and Nate didn’t need any help with his ego.
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