Page 68 of After Us (Next Generation 6)

“I am.” I turned toward her, shielding us from anyone that came up to the table. Releasing her hand, I spread her fingers and made her cup me. “This is yours. All of it. Every inch. All of me belongs to you, baby.”

Her jaw clenched.

With my free hand, I pinched her chin, forcing her to look at me. “I mean it, Piper. I belong to you.”

Her breath caught.

I covered her hand that was in my lap and held it against my crotch. “Every inch.”

The waitress came back at that moment and placed our drinks on the table.

Both of us muttered a thank you but wouldn’t look anywhere else but at each other.

“Are you ready to order?” Lisa demanded, her voice curt and to the point when she realized that I had no interest in anyone but Piper.

Only when we placed our orders, did Piper look away from me.

“And for you, sir?” Lisa asked.

I gave her my order, keeping my eyes on Piper the whole time.

She looked my way, a flush spreading up the back of her neck before it hit her cheeks. She gave me a small smile.

Lisa muttered something that I couldn’t quite make out and left to put our orders in.

“Piper,” I demanded, my voice rough.

Her nostrils flared, the tension between us crackling into something that neither of us had control of. If ever at all.

“Yes?” she whispered.

“Say it.”

“Say what?” She licked her lips, her gaze falling to my lap.

“Tell me that I’m yours. That I belong to you. That you would do anything right now to get me back inside your tight little body.”

She looked away, pulling her hand from my lap.

“No.” I snatched it, pulling it back against me. “I don’t give a shit where we are. You want something from me, you take it.”

She snorted which was fucking sexy as hell. “I can’t when we’re in public, Jaron.”

“I fucked you at that bar. Remember?”

“Of course, I remember. We conceived Brynlee that night at the bar.” Piper pulled her hand from my lap and cupped my jaw. “This is a nice restaurant. I don’t want to taint it with our dirty desires.”

“And why not? It would give us something to remember this place by.” I covered her hand that was resting against my cheek and kissed her palm.

“This place already has something to remember it by,” she whispered.

“And what’s that?”

She linked her fingers in mine. “Us.”

Jaron

After going out fordinner the night before, we came back home and spent the rest of the evening watching movies and snuggling.

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