Page 17 of The Keeper

Jesus Christ.

I gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and slammed into hertight cunt, my balls slapping against her skin. The fantasy she’d conjured blurred my vision, pushing me dangerously close to the edge.

“Fuck, Piper. I’m—” I sank my teeth into the soft flesh between her shoulder and neck, muffling my guttural groan as I came in hard, wrenching spurts that caused my body to jerk wildly.

My release triggered hers, and Piper cried out, her body shuddering through another orgasm. She clenched rhythmically around me, milking every last drop.

“Stay inside me,” she murmured when I started to pull out, fighting a yawn. “Please. You feel so good.”

I settled back against her, burying my face in her hair and breathing in the scent of her shampoo.

“And what if I never want to leave?” I asked, suddenly serious.

Piper pulsed around my cock, and I exhaled a soft chuckle. “I think she likes the idea. You want me to stay?—”

“It’s one night,” she protested, but I heard what sounded like wistfulness in her tone.

“But what if it wasn’t?” I countered. “What if I stayed, and we figured out how to make this real over breakfast?”

“Now you’re gonna buy me breakfast?” she asked through another heavy yawn before settling against me. “I may keep you forever.”

“I like the sound of forever,” I murmured, my body finally giving up the fight against sleep.

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My body jerked violently, ripping me out of a nightmare. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, I checked my watch to find it was just after two. When I shifted, my still-hard cock slid out of Piper’s body, followed by a flood of wetness.

Carefully, I climbed over her sleeping form and disposed of the condom in the nearby trash can. When I turned back, my breath caught in my throat. She’d rolled onto her back, one arm flung over her head, lips slightly parted.

The air conditioning kicked on with a low rumble, the cool air pebbling her nipples into tight buds. Unable to resist, I circled one pale pink peak with my finger. She stirred briefly before settling again, her legs falling open.

My cock swelled even more, and I gathered some of her wetness, spreading it over my shaft.

I was debating whether to wake her again when I caught a flash of movement at the patio door. Instinctively, I reached for my gun before remembering I’d left it back in my room, thinking it might frighten her.

Shit.

I tugged on my jeans, moving quietly so as not to wake Piper. Whatever this was, I needed to draw the potential threat away from her.

Heart pounding, I crept toward the patio door, muscles coiled tight and ready to spring into action. When I got closer, the shadow took shape, and a wave of relief washed over me because I recognized the hulking silhouette on the other side of the glass. It wasn’t an intruder.

It was GQ.

One look at his grave expression, though, and my relief evaporated. Something was wrong.

“What happened?” I demanded, yanking the door open.

“Need to get home. Now.”

A knot formed in my gut, and I swallowed hard before asking, “Is it my dad?”

“Wolverine’s fine,” GQ said, but his tone did little to reassure me. “We grabbed your shit from upstairs. Duke’s bringing the truck around now. Get what you need from inside, and let’s fucking go.”

Panic clawed at my throat. “Is it my mom? My brothers?” When he didn’t answer, I grabbed him by the kutte and growled, “Fucking tell me.”

He worked his jaw back and forth before admitting, “It’s Levi?—”

The world tilted on its axis at the mention of my nephew’s name. My grip on GQ’s kutte loosened, and I staggered back, bile rising in my throat.

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