Page 60 of Tell Me No Lies

Piper makes a soft sound as she rocks against my fingers. “I like touching you.” She growls and yanks her hand out of my pants, gripping the layers at my hips and fighting them lower until my cock is fully free. She starts to drop to her knees, but I stop her.

Her eyes roll up to mine, narrowed in anger. “Seriously?”

I heft her up, bringing her body flush with mine. “We've been on the road for two days, so, no, I’m not gonna let you suck my dick until I get my ass in the shower.” I kick away my pants, keeping one arm around her waist as I tug at my shirt, only letting her go for a second so I can toss it away. Then I haul her under the spray of water with me, the slickness of her skin against mine giving me all sorts of ideas for when we’re back home.

Home.

“Start staying at my place.” I make the request again as I pump a handful of body wash from the bottle rack on the back wall and start smoothing it over her body. “With me.”

Piper arches into my touch as I thumb across her nipples, teasing them with both hands. “Only if I get to suck your dick whenever I want.”

A slow smile crosses my lips, because even I can recognize the ridiculousness of her request and the reasons she's making it. “You drive a hard bargain, Sugar.”

I drag my hands lower, one sliding to the crack of her ass as the other moves to trace along the plush lips of her pussy. I work the soap over her, careful to keep it from getting anywhere it shouldn't. She lets out a little gasp as my fingers brush over the pucker of her asshole.

I linger on her clit, gently stroking it as I continue soaping around the tight ring of muscle. “That didn't sound like a bad gasp, Sugar.” I apply a little pressure, ready to gauge her reaction. “That sounds a little like you wouldn't mind my finger in your ass while I fuck you.”

She shudders as I barely probe into her, teasing. Testing. “I wouldn't be against it.” She tips her head up, catching my lower lip between her teeth the way she did the first time we fucked, giving it a little nip before releasing it. “But I'm also not against sticking my finger in your ass while I suck your dick.”

My cock flexes involuntarily, jerking against her slick belly.

Piper gives me a slow, devious smile. “Seems like you're not against it either.”

My balls pull tight as yet another filthy vision infiltrates my thoughts. “You can do whatever you want to me, Piper. Every fucking inch of me already belongs to you anyway.”

Piper’s smiling lips move against mine as she lets out a soft humming sound. “If I’d known all I had to do to get to touch you was offer to stick my finger in your ass, I would have done it days ago.”

I huff out a laugh. She knows when and how to break the tension collecting inside me, knocking it down before it can take over and send me spiraling. “You’re a fucking mess.” I push against her, shoving her body under the water to rinse away the soap I worked over her skin. “And I fucking love it.”

Piper’s expression turns thoughtful as I work my fingers through her hair, making sure it’s saturated. “Do you really?”

It’s the first hint of insecurity I’ve ever seen in her and it stops me short. Makes me take a second to think of what I want to say. How much of myself I want to offer. But I wasn’t lying when I said all of me was hers, so I take a deep breath as I pump shampoo into my hand. “My mother wasn’t happy.” I work the shampoo across my palms before lifting them to her head. “I never remember her smiling or laughing. Not once.” I keep my focus on my task. It’s easier than letting my mind follow the path of my words. “When my father kicked me out, she broke down. Told me I was the only thing that kept her going all those years.” I swallow hard. “I said I’d get a job and a place to live and come back for her. Help her get away from him.”

And I’d done it. It didn’t happen as quickly as I’d hoped, but within six months I had a shitty little apartment and a job at a car shop doing oil changes and tune ups. “But when I went back, she’d changed her mind. Decided to stay instead of coming with me.” I work my fingers across her scalp, letting the motion ground me in the moment instead of the past. “I took too long, and she’s still there because of it.”

Piper’s eyes move over my face as she says, “I’m sorry.”

“Me too.” I tip her head into the stream of water to rinse it. “I tried a few times to change her mind, but she refused.”

I begged. Pleaded. Nothing worked. She’d decided change was more terrifying than staying where she was.

“That’s why it kills me when we have to wait to get women out of bad situations. I know how easily they can change their minds.” I gently work the conditioner through the dark drape of Piper’s hair. “And that’s why I like you.” I meet her eyes as I rinse that out. “Because you are so fucking convicted. So determined. So independent.” I let my fingers slide over her face as I make sure everything is clean. “Once you make up your mind, I don’t have to worry about you changing it.” I smile. “Even if you probably should.”

“Funny.” Piper doesn’t seem offended by my assessment. She almost seems proud as she grips my arms, holding tight as she shifts, switching our places. “Your turn.”

Once I’m the one under the water she goes to work washing me the same way I washed her. She starts at my hair, washing out the gel still making it stiff before working her way down my body. Her touch is slow as it glides over my shoulders and arms. Her hands don’t miss an inch of me as she soaps my chest and back. When one dips down my stomach and unhesitatingly grips my dick, I grab her hips, fingers digging in as she strokes me in slow, torturous passes.

I grit my teeth and bear it as long as I can. Her touch is every-fucking-thing. And now that I’ve finally crossed that line, I know I’ll never be able to go back.

But tonight I can only handle so much.

Gripping her wrist, I stop her movements and drag her hand away. “Enough.”

Piper scoffs but doesn’t fight me. A pleased little smile lights her face as I twist off the water and pull her body against mine, stepping us both out onto the mat. Without slowing down, I grab a towel from the rack, flinging it around us as I walk her backward into the room, taking her straight down to the bed. I’m still a little damp, and I’m sure the wetness in Piper’s hair is sinking into the blankets, but I don’t care.

All that matters is being close to her. Having her the way I’ve been denying myself, thinking it was the right thing to do.

It’s not. Never was. Never will be. The only thing that’s right is me and her. Together. Like this.

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