Page 5 of The First Time
Chapter Two
Kit
It feels wrong having Piper in my apartment.
Dirty wrong, but there's no fucking way I'm looking at Piper like that.
She plays with the hem of my leather jacket. Her bright blue eyes meet mine. There's this innocence to her expression.
She's a nice girl.
There's no way I can consider hiking that tight dress to her waist, pulling her panties to her knees, and licking her until she's screaming my name.
Fuck. I shake my shoulders as I take a step backwards. Can't remember the last time I thought about getting a woman off first. Even as ano fucking way this can happenhypothetical. I'm not proud of the piece of shit guy I used to be.
That version of Kit would have finished with the groupie in the bathroom then dragged Piper back to his place and thrown her on the bed.
No, even he would have known better than to do anything that would fuck with the band. Ethan and Mal—the guitarist and singer in my alternative rock band, Dangerous Noise— are Piper's older brothers. And they're more protective of her than they are of anything. Touching Piper is a one-way ticket to me and the band parting ways.
That shouldn't be a problem.
Piper's not the kind of woman I invite into my bed. I can handle having her here.
If I can manage to keep my eyes off her chest. There's nothing like a nice pair of real tits. Hers aren't huge but they're nice.
Shit. I shake my head and move into the kitchen. "What did you tell Mal?"
"About what?" She takes a step towards me.
"Where you were going tonight? He wouldn't go out unless he knew you had appropriate plans."
She arches a brow. "Appropriate plans?"
"Yeah?"
"Right, because a young woman needs to act like a lady."
It's cute that she's objecting like this. "You're a nice girl."
"How do you know?"
"I know."
She gets halfway into rolling her eyes and stops. Her hands go to her jacket, my leather jacket. She exaggerates sliding it off her shoulders as she pushes her chest forward. "Should I keep my coat on too? Nice girls don't show off their cleavage, do they?"
"Up to you."
She takes off the coat and hangs it on the hook by the door. She turns back towards me, her eyes passing over the loft apartment—it's a nice place with sleek furniture and a hell of a view—before they land on mine. She wears all her frustration in her expressive blue eyes.
I'm sure she gets enough of the over-protective thing from Mal and Ethan, but that's too bad. The band is a family—I owe them my fucking life. For all intents and purposes, Piper is my baby sister too.
Her expression gets intense as she holds my eyes. "The woman who was blowing you, did blow you, how did that go?"
"We stopped."
"Which of you decided that?"
Me, but I'm not sharing that information. I don't need to give her any ideas about the two of us being more than friends. "None of your business."
