Page 60 of Piper's Pyro

“Well…” I nipped his bottom lip with my teeth. “First, I want you to go home with me to the farm and officially meet my parents.”

“What else?” His hand glided down my back and over my ass. He gripped it firmly and pushed our bodies closer together.

“I want you to stay with me. Sleep with me. Hold me through the night and do whatever else I so desire.” I waggled my eyebrows teasingly.

“You don’t ask for much, do you?”

“Will you come with me?”

“Do I have a choice?” He kissed the tip of my nose.

“You always have a choice, Russell.” I wouldn’t force him to be with me. But I also wouldn’t let him go without a fight.

We were perfect together. He had to know it as I did.

“Meeting the parents sounds serious. Maybe it’s too soon?”

My heart wilted. “I understand.” Not really, but I would try. I hadn’t thought about him and how he was doing after what had transpired. He’d been put in a position of grave danger and responsibility.

I was sure my brothers hadn’t known about Russell’s anxiety. I needed to tread carefully. Show him patience and compassion. I suspected there was more to him than I knew. He had admitted having severe anxiety, but could he have PTSD too? I couldn’t be sure, but I wouldn’t be shocked if Russell had post-traumatic stress disorder, given how he said he used drugs to numb his pain and that he ruined people.

He lowered his forehead to mine. “Your brothers hate me.”

“Not all of them. How they feel shouldn’t be an issue. I like you.”

He pressed me firmer against him. “I like you too.”

Hope replaced my previous disappointment. “You do?”

“Yeah. It’s just crazy how fast things are moving.” He reared his head back to look at me. “You left this morning only leaving behind a note. What the fuck was that about?”

“Whoa, now. We were having a sweet moment, and now you’re angry?”

“Yes. If you hadn’t left, maybe none of this would’ve happened. Perhaps we would have spent the day having a fuck fest in your hotel room.”

A throat cleared. We turned toward the door where Cobra stood with an annoyed expression and my backpack in his outstretched hand.

I moved away from Russell and took my bag from my brother. “Thanks. I’ll only be a minute.”

“He’s staying while you get dressed?”

“Yes. Not like he hasn’t seen me naked before.” I put my hand on my brother’s chest and pushed him out of the room.

He growled and murmured obscenities as I closed the door in his face.

“See? He doesn’t like me.” Russell threw his hands in the air and dropped into a chair.

“None of them get to decide who I’m with.” I tore off the gown and threw it in the bin. “It’s my life, and nobody decides who I love.” I hit my hand on my chest.

He shot me an air-stealing, panty-melting smile. “You love me?”

Growling in frustration, I stomped toward him in my bra and underwear. I straddled his lap, hooked my arms around his neck, and smothered him with kisses. “You’re an idiot if you can’t tell by now how much you mean to me.”

His hands caressed my skin, and I felt him growing hard beneath me. “I thought you hated me?”

“Only before we have sex. It ignites the most incredible passion I’ve ever experienced.” I rocked on him, getting aroused and wet. “Do you hate me?”

“I could never hate you.” He cradled my face in his hands and drove his tongue into my mouth. We moaned as we devoured each other, moving our bodies in a humping motion.

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