Page 15 of His Big Pipe

“Yeah,” I agree, taking the plate from her and wiping it dry. “You really know how to bring people together. And they were strangers to you.”

She smiles, a little tired but happy. “It’s nice to have a full house. It reminds me of when my family would gather for holidays. Lots of noise, lots of food, lots of love.”

I nod, feeling a pang of something I can’t quite name, as I remember gatherings with my own family. “Everyone had a good time. And they really like you.”

She blushes, looking down at the dish she’s washing. “I couldn’t have done it without you. The plumbing, the company…you’ve been a huge help, Sully.”

I’m not sure what to say to that, so I just keep drying the dishes, my mind spinning. I know I need to say something, do something, but the words seem to stick in my throat.

We finish the last of the dishes, and I set the towel aside, feeling a sense of finality. Who am I kidding? I’m no good at this stuff. “Well, I should go.”

Talia turns to me, her eyes searching mine. “Do you have to?”

My stomach churns and the question hangs in the air, filled with unspoken possibilities. I feel my heart skip a beat, the weight of the moment pressing down on me. This is it, the chance to be honest, and make my move.

“I don’t have to,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.

She steps closer and grabs my shirt. “Good. Because I want you, Sully O’Neill.”

I open my mouth to say something, but I’m speechless. My cock has taken the lead, high and hard in my jeans.

She notices and slides her hand over my bulge.

“Fuck,” I groan.

Her eyes widen. “That’s some piece you’re carrying.”

She squeezes me again, watching me moan, and I reach for her throat.

She gasps, as I pull her into a kiss by the neck, tangling my tongue with hers. She tastes like sugar and spices, and I can’t get enough.

“Bedroom?” I ask, breaking the kiss to gather her into my arms.

“Upstairs…directly to the…left.” She’s breathless, and my confidence soars.

I throw her over my shoulder and bound up to her room. She’s laughing as I toss her onto the bed.

“Impressive,” she says, sprawled on the comforter.

She’s beautiful and I take a deep breath, gathering my courage. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

She looks up at me, her eyes blown out. “What is it?”

I crawl over her and drag my thumb over her lower lip. “I’m…a virgin.”

Her brow furrows. “Really? But grabbing my throat…the way you kiss?—”

“Was it bad?” The world spins for a moment as I second guess myself. “I just did what felt right.”

She grabs my shirt. “Not bad. Hot! Very, very hot!”

I let out a breath. “Oh.” I smile. “Thank god.”

Her eyes soften, and she strokes my cheek. “Thank you for telling me. But for the record, I’m not concerned.”

“No?”

“Not in the least. You’re a natural,” she purrs. “You just tell me what you need from me?”

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