was buried under muddied water.
you, and everything happened for a reason.
have watched Daniel McCray get married to another woman, have a beautiful baby
girl, and pass away before my very eyes.
we’re even having this conversation. “You’re not the boss of me, Easton. I’m
sorry if I hurt your feelings about your friend doing the piercing, but it’s
not the end of the world. And it would be money all the same if you let me pay.
Why are you being so stubborn about this?”
you,” he repeats, a slow smirk curving his features. His body turns to face me,
towering over me when he straightens to full height. “I seem to recall that
differently, especially when we’re in your bedroom and you’re begging me to
bury my cock deeper inside you. Hmm. Have you forgotten how much you moan my
name when I lick you, or how you pull my hair to go faster, or plead for me to
fuck you just the way I know you like?”
together as heat sweeps over my body. He knows what he’s doing because he
chuckles like this amuses him. But I don’t find his mood swings funny. “What
does that have to do with anything?”
brushing his lips against my ear as he speaks. “I should have been the one to
give you what you wanted today because I know what you want.
Just like I know what you sound like when you come, what it feels like when you
squeeze my cock with that tight pussy of yours, and how loud you get when you
don’t have to hold back. You want freedom, Piper. You always have.”
I’m stunned speechless. He takes advantage of it and shoots me a wink, causing
my lips to part. He’s never winked before. And it’s … wow. Between those words
and that gesture, I’m not sure I can properly fathom a response, and he knows
it. Which is why, this time, he walks away first.
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