Page 56 of Burn for You (Flirting with Forever 3)

Piper grins. “I hear I have you to thank for getting Damon set up on Tryst, Arabella.” She drops my hand as she walks ahead of me, immediately taken in and surrounded by my sisters.

“Ms. Mathison, do I have to call you Ms. Mathison here?”

Piper looks fondly at Elena. “No, sweetie, you can call me Piper. Just not at school, okay? How’s Fahrenheit 451 going for you? You know once we finish that, I think I can twist your brother’s arm and get him to loan us the books his class has been reading.” She winks at her conspiratorially.

I groan inwardly, but love that it’s going so well. I can already tell this is going to be very dangerous. Just as I’d assumed, Piper and my sisters are like four peas in a pod. It’s almost as if she’s always been a part of our family, and they’ve just been waiting for her.

Upon entering the kitchen, I find that Piper has already introduced herself to my mother and they are chatting away as if they’ve known each other forever. My heart squeezes in my chest so hard I have to put my hand over it to keep it from blasting straight through my ribcage.

I just hope she’s okay with what I spoke to Jake about yesterday. If it comes between us, I’ll never forgive myself. And now I don’t know if my family will forgive me either.

Bubbling laughter catches my attention. “I was afraid to ask, but with your children’s names—well, at first I thought you might have a thing for vampire books, but then it dawned on me it had to be a crazy coincidence because the books came out after your kids were born.”

Iris laughs. “We get this all the time, but no, I just happened to choose those names. I do like Twilight and The Vampire Diaries, though.”

Ah, great. I knew it was too much to hope that Piper wouldn’t pick up on that—no woman I’ve dated before has—but I’ve noticed she reads literally every genre you can think of, so it’s no stretch to imagine she reads paranormal romance.

Piper turns back to me, excitedly. “What did you do with my bag?”

My brows raise, but I say nothing and just go retrieve it from the chair I’d set it on when Esme had whisked her away earlier.

I come back with it, and both Piper and my mother look excited. I’m somewhat terrified. I chuckle, handing it to her.

“Thank you.” She digs into her bag and pulls out a book.

I snort. “You have a book with you?”

“Always.” She turns it so my mom can see it. “Have you read it yet, Mrs. Madero?”

“Please, call me Iris. And, no. I’ve been meaning to get it, but I haven’t had a chance. It’s been out a couple of years now, right?

I tune out. Well, I guess I didn’t have anything to worry about with Piper and my family. They’ve welcomed her with open arms, and she seems to be very happy within their embrace.

Hours later, Piper and I arrive at my townhome, which is located just down the road. We scramble out of the Pathfinder and into the house. After getting caught kissing on the front steps, we’d tried to behave ourselves, but our hands had wandered to each other most of the evening. Even just a casual touch made me burn. At dinner, I’d found her hand on my thigh more than once, fingers squeezing, testing me. Then she’d slyly look over and wink. The little vixen had spent the entire evening like that. And now I’m going to exact some revenge.

“Do I get a tour?”

“Nope. No, you don’t. Maybe later. The only thing I plan on you checking out is my bed.”

Her eyes light up. “I was hoping you caught on to my signals earlier.”

“They were loud and clear. Don’t have to be Sherlock to figure that out.” I lower my lips to hers right before I wrap my arms around her, one at her waist and the other at her ass, and pick her up. She squeals and giggles as I carry her down the hallway and into my bedroom where I climb onto the bed, straddling her. She grins up at me, and I swear I see her heart right there in her eyes. The emotion coming from her is so pure, so powerful, I could easily find myself engulfed in it and not care if I ever made it out again. I want to live in these moments with her for my whole life. I’m hit with the realization that she’s it for me. Now to make her see.

I tease her mercilessly, just as she’d done to me all evening. Only now, in the privacy of my bedroom, the teasing is much more satisfying for both of us. With our clothes discarded, I take my time. I swear, my tongue touches her everywhere I can reach, learning, discovering what makes her giggle, what makes her sigh, and what makes her moan. She wriggles beneath me, pushing the hard peaks of her nipples against my chest as I devour her mouth again. I love the way she moves, the way she tastes … I love her.

She whispers near my ear, “Damon, touch me. I’m so ready for you.”

I reach between us to feel her sweet pussy is indeed wet and waiting for me. I push two fingers inside, pumping slowly, stroking the front wall of ridged muscle, and making her gasp. Shifting back, I take my cock in hand, giving it a few firm strokes. I play with her some more, sliding the head through her wetness. So close, yet way too far away. I’m done torturing both of us. I gather her in my arms and plunge into her warmth. I become still, savoring the moment. The connection we have is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. She’s everything I could ever want and a million things I never knew I needed. She’s the answer I’ve been searching for all my life.

And then I begin to move, and we lose all control. Piper at school can be somewhat formal and demure. Piper in the bedroom is a whole different story. I roll onto my back, letting her ride me. Watching her every move, the way she grinds down on me, those glorious hips undulating, it’s just masterful. Fuck. I’ll never get enough.

She moans, moving faster, and I know she’s getting close. Her fingers clench at my abs, and I’m sure there will be little marks there tomorrow to remind me. “You’re so gorgeous, Piper,” I exhale on a ragged groan. I grip her hips and help her rock again

st me. She grabs her breasts, pinching her nipples, and fuck me, the sight of that alone is almost enough to make me come. Oh, fuck.

Piper continues to slide along my length, my dick entering her rhythmically, in and out. In and out. Over and over until I think I may lose my mind.

She catches the strained look on my face, then her hand slowly makes its way from her breast down, down, down, until she’s touching herself, touching me, and I go off like a canon. She smiles like the little imp that she is and continues to move against me, fingers moving fast against her clit while I watch.

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