Page 65 of Piston

I ignore her and walk toward the door, the brothers all grinning.

I fist bump Acid, and head toward the front door.

“Elijah Mathews, where in the hell are you taking me?” she demands, and I slap her ass.

“Home, our home,” I reply, grinning.

She grumbles, “If I didn’t want to even sit on that bed, why would I want to go to the home you built and designed with her?”

The brothers burst out laughing again, and I grin. “I fucking love your jealousy.”

Natalie punches my ass, making me laugh as I walk out the door, Canine holding it open for me, patting my back as I \walk toward my bike. I gently lower her to the ground, and cup her rosy cheeks.

Her eyes flutter, her breath hitches, and I pull her close to me, gently kissing her lips.

“Katie only designed inside. Once I realized how much of a psycho she was, I redesigned it, and there’s even a room for Cooper.”

Her eyes tear up, “Eli….”

I kiss her again. “I want you home where you belong, baby. I need you. I know this is scary shit, and we have our traumatic pasts to deal with, but I need you in our home, with me…. What do you say?”

I hold my breath, waiting for her answer, already promising myself that I’ll tie her to our bed if she declines.

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Natalie

I moan as my stomach tightens, wetness building between my legs as warmth hits me down below.

What the….

My eyes shoot open in shock, and I look down, locking eyes with the dark green ones I love so much. His twinkle as he sucks my clit hard, and I break eye contact as I throw my head back in ecstasy before I feel a finger slide into me, then two, and then three. He tilts them in a come-hither movement, and rubs hard as he sucks my clit into his mouth.

I scream out as my orgasm overtakes me, his hands gripping my thighs open, his member at my entrance, and he thrusts forward, my walls squeezing him.

“Fuck…” he groans as he lifts my legs, hooking them in his elbows to keep them up. He thrusts hard and fast, ensuring to reach that magical spot.

My stomach tightens again before I see stars.

“Fuck, Diamond, you just squirted,” Elijah moans and thrusts one, two, three more times, and slams forward, groaning, staying deep inside me.

I gasp as aftershocks hit me, and he lets my legs down, placing his head in the crook of my neck, and I wrap my legs around his waist to keep him close.

“Well,” I breathe hard, “that’s one way to wake me up….”

He chuckles and nips my skin before sitting up and pressing his lips against mine.

He rasps, “Every fucking morning, baby. We have time to make up for because, fuck, have I been missing out these past six years.”

I laugh and wrap my arms around his neck, kissing his lips.

When he told me I was moving in, I’ll admit, I panicked. My mind is still set on “the husband will treat the kid like shit,” and it’s hard to get out of it.

All my life, my father put his wife first all because he resented that Billy left me on his doorstep, and my first real boyfriend, well, he was screwing my step-monster for two months, so….

But I know this is, without a doubt, the best decision. I love him so much, and I know he loves me, he was just struggling to let someone in, scared he’ll be like his father when he’s anything but.

He’s everything, and we’ll get through our fears together; I’ve come to believe that.

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