Page 34 of Story Of My Heart

She tilts her head. “That was big of Jamie to try and make amends. Not many people have the courage.”

“It was,” I agree, feeling a strange closure I hadn’t realized I needed. We turn back toward the portable bar, arm in arm, a little lighter than before. The night stretches out before us, full of newfound possibilities and the gentle comfort of resolved pasts.

The laughter and chatter around us dims, like the world fading to a murmur, and all I can focus on is Piper—her scent, her warmth, the soft sound of her breathing. My pulse races, a drumbeat echoing through the quiet space between us. I tilt my head, capturing her gaze with mine, letting the unspoken words hang heavily in the air.

“I want you,” I say, my voice a low, urgent whisper. “And not for practicing. For real.” It’s not just a suggestion; it’s a need, a plea wrapped in a thin veneer of calm. The intensity of my desire surprises me, sharp and demanding.

Piper’s eyes search mine, a flicker of confusion quickly chased away by a dawning realization. The corner of her mouth quirks up, a silent acknowledgment of the shift in our atmosphere. She nods, her hand squeezing mine, silently sealing our silent agreement.

As we excuse ourselves, stepping away from the warmth of the party into the cool night, I toss my sister a wave goodbye, punctuating the quickening beat of my heart. Each step we take is charged, the space between us electric and pulling taut with every breath. I quickly make a deal with one of the water taxis tied to the dock and ask the operator to get us back to the resort quickly.

The laughter and chatter from the restaurant still echo in my ears as we step onto the deck, the boat’s lights flickering like stars against the twilight sky. The air is crisp, carrying the mingled scents of lake water and pine, reminding me of summers spent far from the city’s rush. I glance at Piper, whose profile is softened by the dim glow of the moon. She offers me a small, private smile—the kind that tells me she’s just as caught in the magic of the moment as I am.

“As beautiful as that party was,” I murmur, leaning into her as we snuggle together on a bench seat, “I think this might be the perfect way to end our evening.”

She nods, her eyes reflecting the shimmering water. “Nothing like a slow ride across the lake to make you appreciate the quiet.”

My hand finds hers, fingers intertwining naturally. We sit there, side by side, watching the shoreline gradually transform as we drift back towards the resort.

The motor hums softly, its steady progress through the water a gentle reminder of the evening’s end.

“It’s all about the journey, isn’t it?” Piper’s voice is thoughtful, almost introspective. “Not just where we’re going, but how we get there.”

I smile, squeezing her hand. “And who we’re with,” I add, earning a squeeze in return.

By the time the lights of the resort pier beckon, signaling our approach, the night has deepened into a velvety dark, the stars above more vivid than ever. The taxi eases toward the dock, the gentle bump pulling us back from our shared reverie. We disembark with reluctant steps, not quite ready to leave the cocoon of our secluded voyage behind, but eager to see what the rest of the night holds.

As we walk up wooden planks, the resort lights cast a welcoming glow, the promise of continued celebration drawing us in. Once we hit shore, the gravel crunches under our feet, a stark contrast to the silent glide of the water, grounding us back in reality—but a reality I’m more than happy to embrace, especially with this woman by my side.

The walk back is a blur, every sense heightened, every glance loaded with promise. By the time we reach the doorstep of the cabin, the air around us thrums with the intensity of our unspoken promises. The key turns in the lock, the door swings open, and we step over the threshold into the private shadow of the night, leaving the rest of the world behind.

The moment the door clicks behind me, I unleash the power of how much I want this woman. She leans over to unbuckle her platform sandals, but I stop her.

“Leave the shoes on.”

Her eyelashes flutter. “Huh?”

“I’ve been watching you all night. Your legs look amazing in those heels. I want to do filthy things to you while you’re wearing them.”

A tiny sigh escapes her lips. “How filthy?”

“As filthy as you’ll let me.” I grip her waist. “Come here.” Sliding the zipper down slowly, I kiss each inch of exposed skin on her back until the top of the floral silk concoction falls down around her waist.

Piper lets out a breathy sigh as I push the dress lower, the fabric pooling around her feet. She glances over her shoulder, eyes dark with desire. I run my hands up her sides, feeling the heat radiating off her body. She arches into my touch, wordlessly giving herself over to the moment.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I growl, pressing my lips to her neck, trailing hot kisses down her spine. The air crackles with tension as I guide her towards the plush couch, urging her to bend over it.

“Grab the cushions,” I command, watching as she does as she’s told. The sight of her perched on the edge, clad in only her heels and lacy panties, makes my pulse race.

My fingers trace the line of her curves, a soft moan escaping Piper’s lips. “You like this, don’t you?” I whisper against her ear, reveling in the way she trembles under my touch. “Being told what to do for once.”

“I love it,” she gasps out, her voice strained with need. “You should do it more often.”

I grab a handful of her hair, gently tugging her head back as I press my body against hers. Our connection is electric, our desire palpable in the air between us. With each touch, each whispered demand, we sizzle.

Piper’s breath hitches as I kneel behind her, my fingers dancing along the edge of her panties. With a wicked grin playing on my lips, I tug the fabric aside, revealing her glistening heat to my gaze. The sight is enough to make my cock harden into a steely rod.

“God, you’re so wet,” I murmur, my fingertips tracing her swollen folds. I can feel her need, her heat, her desperation for release. My fingers dip into her, teasing the bundle of nerves at her core, causing her to gasp and arch against me.

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