Sound of Silence(69)

"Don't blame pigeon. It was a spur-of-the-moment trip to see my baby boy because it'll be harder now that I have a job!" The kitchen is overcome by shrieks and girl hugs, smashing tits and blended body parts. Bear groans again while Piper and Maisie are crushed together.

"Where?" Piper asks. "When do you start?"

"A paralegal position with Drake, Otter and Kavanagh, the hottest firm in Manhattan." More squeals. "Can you believe it, pigeon? I can't. I never thought I'd get the call, but I did. They offered it to me right before I got on the plane yesterday."

"Yes, I can believe it. I'm so proud of you."

Maisie does a little disjointed dance that has us all laughing except for Bear who is back to pathetic staring.

"Congratulations, Maisie," I say, but then get down to the question I've been meaning to ask. "Why do you call Piper pigeon?"

Piper giggles, and it's my turn to look between the friends. "Go ahead." Piper waves on her encouragement. "Tell him. It's not that interesting."



       
         
       
        

Maisie shrugs. "Piper always talked about flying like a bird, and with her hair she's as white as a dove, but really she's a dirty girl, dirty like a pigeon. I mean, come on-she pierced her clit and took me with her to get it done. Pidge has no shame."

Silence. I catch Bear and Garrison's open-mouthed expressions before closing my eyes. My dick perks up, scratching against my jeans. Fucking Piper. This woman is goddamn perfect for me.

"Well that's some revelation," Dax says as he hangs on to the front doorknob, suspended at the threshold with a laptop bag strung over his shoulder.

JT laughs, batting his hands back and forth with all of the good humor that was driven from my lungs in a puff of air. I groan and look at the ceiling. Then I drop my gaze to Piper and the curve lifting the corner of her mouth. Her knife drops to the counter with a dull clank, and I press my body close to hers, the baby between us. As I step forward, she retreats into the mouth of the hallway, stopping when she hits the wall. My hand lands above her head, and I bend so my mouth presses to her ear, whispering words only she can hear. "How dirty, Piper? How filthy are you? Do you like to beg, scream? I'm obsessed with giving you everything, but before I do, I'm going to take my fill until you can't think, let alone ask to come. I want to see your pink lips wrapped around my cock. I'm going to suck your clit and watch as you writhe beneath me. God help me, sunshine, I'm going to fuck you hard, harder than I've fucked anyone in my life, but before I do you'll have to ask for it. You have to give me the word, do you understand?"

Energy thrums beneath my skin. Unrepentant need vibrates into the hard clench of my fingers sinking into her hip, holding her still as I pull away and her eyes meet mine. They're pitched black, and she's breathless, staring. Every second that passes, my cock grows harder.

And then lightning strikes. She grabs my dick and squeezes a long moan from my lungs. Fuck. This woman. Some things in the world are just goddamn right. Piper is just fucking right for me. I ache for her. And she's not going easy on me now with her fingers stroking my cock through my jeans.

"What's a matter, Popeye? Cat got your tongue?" she purrs. Goddamn purrs. Rolling to the balls of her feet, she stretches up and in toward my mouth, her breath hot against my lips. "What I like is a hard man between my thighs. I want to hear you. Dirty, filthy words turn me on, get me soaking wet, and then you can clean me up with your mouth. Take note, sailor. I like to be on top controlling the rhythm, and then I like to give it up and get pounded from behind. And Caden?"

I swallow the need to throw her over my shoulder and stalk to my room fucking caveman-style. All I can give her is a nod and one word. "Piper?" 

"You'll know when I want you on your knees."

Fuck. I groan when she bites her bottom lip. She nibbles it as I watch, and my dick grows increasingly uncomfortable in its confined state. And just like that, the beast who roared to the surface retreats to a manageable ache and a plan forms, a new mission. I know in this instant how I'll drive her as wild as I am. "Say the word," I whisper, and then take her hand from my crotch, turning to bring us back to the kitchen.

Maisie whistles and beams at Piper. "You two got chemistry, pidge. Volatile freaking feels."

"Oooh-kay," Dax says, clapping his hands once and rubbing them together like a mad scientist. "Before you two combust, can I talk to you privately for a minute, lover boy?"