Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
“You have a foul mouth,” I whisper.
“You love my mouth.”
I do. I really, really do.
His tempo is smooth and perfect. Ezra keeps that rhythm until I reach behind me and grip him. He gets the hint and moves faster. I gasp when I feel it hit me. All at once, my orgasm rips through me like a damn freight train.
“Fuck yeah,” he breathes out. Then he pushes in deeper a few more times before he pulls out, and I feel stickiness all over my ass.
“Did you just come on my ass?”
“Yes. Now we have to shower.”
“My pussy will be sore. Not sure if I can handle fucking in there too,” I comment, climbing off the bed. When I look back, Ezra’s watching me, his cock still semi-hard, as I make my way to the bathroom. “You stay there. You can shower after I’m done.” I glance over my shoulder to find him giving me that smirk before I crank my shower on and get in.
I clean myself up and wrap a towel around myself. When I’m done, I walk back out to find him passed out in my bed. His cock still has evidence of me on it. Removing my towel, I wipe him down. His eyes flutter before he reaches up and pulls me to him. He hugs me, and a soft snore leaves his throat just as I open my mouth to wake him, so I can tell him to let me go—because he needs to go.
I try to push away, but his arms are banded tightly around me. Giving up, I lay my head on his chest, the towel separating us, and wonder what could become of him and me.
When really, I know better.
I fall asleep.
And I dream of him.
Chapter Fourteen
EZRA
She’s gone when I wake.
Piper slept on top of me all night. I know because, at one stage, I woke up wondering why I had a raging hard-on, and it was because it knew she was right there. I didn’t want to move because her soft snores were way too cute to wake her. At some point, she rolled off, and now she’s gone.
Standing, I find a note on the table next to the bed.
Thanks for the sex. Show yourself out, and don’t come back.
I want to laugh. Show myself out. I look around to find that she is somewhat of a neat freak. I wonder if when she comes into my shop, she finds it annoying that tools and shit are scattered everywhere.
Going straight for the shower, I wash and then find my clothes folded up on the kitchen counter. After dressing, I open Piper’s pantry and see everything in order and labeled. Looking in the refrigerator, I find the same.
Grabbing the bacon and eggs, I locate the frying pan just as the front door opens.
“Why are you still here?” Piper asks, walking in with a coffee. Her gaze falls to what’s in my hand. “Are you cooking with my stuff?”
“Yes. Are you hungry?” She holds up the coffee in her hand. “That’s not food. Sit. I’ll cook.”
“I only allow you to tell me what to do in the bedroom,” she grumbles, but then does as I say. I smirk as I turn back and put the bacon in the pan. “Did you see my note?”
“I did. You need better etiquette on how to host guests,” I reply.
“I hate guests.” I look over my shoulder at her to see that she’s watching me like a hawk. Her leg is pouncing up and down as if she’s nervous.
“Is this annoying you?” I ask, nodding to what I’m doing.
“Yes, a little.”
“Why?”
“Because I’ve been on my own for a while, and I like it that way.”
“Who are the people on the fridge door?” I ask, motioning to the picture of the two men.
“My brother and my father. My brother is dead.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be, he brought it on himself. Turned his back on the family, so he died.” She shrugs.
“He was still your brother.”
Something passes over her face before she looks away. “The kids are Keir’s kids. They are the best.” She smiles softly.
“I take it you don’t invite them over often?” I chuckle and continue cooking.
“No. I’d rather go there. I like their place. Sailor is clean, and she’s my best friend.”
“She seems nice,” I say.
Mental note—I must remember to thank Sailor the next time I see her for telling me Piper’s address.
“She is. When I came back into this world, Sailor was the first to accept me. She knew how badly I wanted to prove myself and was my cheerleader in every sense of the word.”
“Sounds like a good friend.”
“Yeah, she was until she betrayed me.” I remove the bacon and crack an egg into the pan.
“Betrayed you?” I ask, confused.
She waves a hand at me. “Yes, she gave you information on me. I consider that a betrayal,” Piper says grumpily, causing me to smile. And if I’m not mistaken, there’s a hint of one ghosting her lips, too.