Page 43 of His Virgin Angel

Chapter Eight

“We’re moving in with Jack?” Brian asked.

Piper nodded as she browned the meatballs that had been resting in the fridge. Instead of going to college, she’d come home so that she could spend time with her brother. She also didn’t have to work that night, so she was using all the spare time with Brian. Jack would be arriving in thirty minutes, just in time for dinner.

Brian was sat at the kitchen counter doing his homework while she cooked.

“I would like to. We’re together now, and last night he convinced me it would be good for the three of us to be together.” She quickly turned away so her brother didn’t spot her flushed cheeks at the memory of how well Jack convinced her to move in with him. The guy should be in politics. He’d convince anyone to do whatever he wanted.

“He’s your boyfriend?”

“Yes, but not in the way that mom had those. I’m not like her.”

“I know.” Brian smiled. “If you’re happy, I’m happy.”

“You really mean that.”

“Yeah, I like Jack. He’s a good guy.”

She reached across the counter, cupping Brian’s cheek. “I sometimes forget how young you are.”

Brian smirked. “That’s because I’m clever. I’m going to be a scientist or a doctor one day. Someone important.”

“I know you are.” She pulled her hand away and finished browning the latest batch of meatballs. “Finish your homework, so you can play before dinner.”

She set the meatballs aside, then focused on the sauce. Adding onion, garlic, celery, and carrot to the pot, she gave it a good stir, adding in some butter. When it came to cooking, she always went with what felt right to her.

Chopping up some fresh herbs, she added them to the pot, along with tomatoes. While the sauce was simmering, after she added the meatballs, her doorbell rang.

Heading toward the door, she opened it up to find Jack standing with some flowers. “You have a key,” she said.

“I didn’t know if you’d spoken to Brian yet.”

“I’ve spoken to him.”

“And?”

“He wants me to be happy, and with that, he gave me his blessing.”

Jack entered her apartment, wrapping his arms around her.

“He’s a good boy.”

“If he hadn’t agreed what would you have done?” she asked.

“I’m not opposed to using toys as bribes. I’d have gotten you both living with me. Now, tell me what that delicious smell is.”

“That is my meatballs with homemade tomato sauce. I like using jar stuff, but I also love making my own version. What do you think?” she asked.

“It smells amazing.”

He followed her into the kitchen, and she saw him looking around.

“He’s in his room playing.”

“Excellent.” Jack took the flowers from her hands, and placed them on the counter. Next he had her pressed up against the fridge, and his mouth was on her, biting, sucking, and plundering her mouth with his tongue. His hands were everywhere, all over her body, between her thighs. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve spent most of the day with you.” In his bed, learning every part of his body, committing it to her memory.

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