Page 56 of Piston

I cough again. “The palm thing worked, though itdidpiss her off. I may have seen Timothy use it on Patrick at school. Remind me to thank them….”

He sighs. “You’re going to be the death of me, baby,” before he guides me into the house, slamming the door for good measure.

Carefully, he picks me up bridal style and takes me into the kitchen, placing me on the counter after throwing the knife in the sink, his eyes taking in my injuries, anger etching off him.

I joke, “Well, at least, this time, it wasn’t because of my clumsiness.”

He narrows his eyes and asks, “So the scrape on your elbow was because of the crazy bitch?”

I wince and admit, “I fell in the yard bringing in the laundry. I had to rewash the clothes and use the dryer, which I didn’t want to do.”

He snorts, then kisses my forehead, mumbling, “My clumsy fucking girl.”

Yeah,hisclumsy girl….

My eyes tear up a little as he turns and goes to the freezer, grabbing the bag of frozen peas. He then goes to the drawer for a towel. He wraps the peas up, and walks back to me, pressing the bag against my forehead, and I flinch at the coldness and the pain.

He shakes his head. “I shouldn’t have given you space.”

My eyes widen at his admission as guilt etches his features and, instantly, I understand why he gave me space, because it’s exactly what I have done several times over the years.

Dammit, why didn’t I see what he was doing?

“Piston,” I try to console him, but he turns and hits the cupboard, causing it to fall. I flinch at the noise, my head killing me, then state, “Oh, Bulldozers going to kill you….”

He snorts and then laughs, looking my way, smiling. I grin back but wince, causing his smile to fade. He walks back to me, cupping my chin to tilt my head, inspecting my injuries.

“Why do you always get rid of my anger, huh?” he asks himself, but I answer anyway, “Because you love me….”

We make eye contact, his thumb gently rubbing my cheek, and he nods. “Yeah, Diamond, I love you.”

I half smile. “And that’s why you’ve barely spoken to me; you were hoping I’d see the monster you think you are, and run away.” His eyes soften, confirming my thoughts. I cup his cheek. “You’re not a monster, Piston. Have you made mistakes? Yeah, and so have I, but it doesn’t stop the fact I love you too, that I’m just as scared and confused about us as you.”

He nods, his eyes roaming over my face before his lips descend to mine gently. I grab his shirt and pull him closer because, my God, I have missed him.

He groans when I part my lips for him, tangling my tongue with his, before he grips my hips and lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist as he moves us. I don’t look to know he’s heading upstairs, instead, I tilt my head and deepen the kiss, my fingers in his hair.

It isn’t until I feel the mattress beneath me and hear Bluebell hiss and scamper out of the room do I break the kiss, and make eye contact with him. Without any words, I glide my hands up his chest and remove the cut off his shoulders, throwing it on the other side of the bed before grabbing his shirt.

He lifts his body a little, allowing me to remove it and throw it, before my fingers go to my name inked on his chest.

“Why?” I mumble, gently tracing the letters.

He grips my shirt, the only thing I’m wearing, and removes it, making me move my arms up as he says, “Because, even in college, I knew you’d always be mine, one way or another….”

I nod and arch my back as he moves his hand behind my back and unclips my bra. He throws that with his shirt, before he takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking it. I gasp, and he bites it, then pulls back, gripping my panties. I lift my hips, allowing him to remove them as he stands, and I open my legs for him, not at all shy.

He grins and unbuttons his jeans, and removes them and his boxers, his hard length popping free.

My breathing picks up as he covers my body with his, and wraps my legs around his waist, his member going straight to my entrance. He slides in with ease, my walls gripping him tight, making us both moan.

Piston gently nips my bottom lip and rasps, “I hope you’re not tired, baby, because I’ve fucking missed you.”

I smile and kiss him hard, giving him my answer, and he moves his hips back before thrusting forward, nice and slow. I meethim thrust for thrust, causing him to reach the magical spot inside, my walls already tightening around him.

I feel him all over, from his member to his chest and tongue, our bodies connected, and it's now when I realize he’s worth trying to love, he’s worth having a family with…because he’s my everything.

With him, I could have the love I see on TV and on the street, where couples are touching and kissing, he loving each other.

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