Piper’s lips parted slowly, and it was the most seductive thing I had ever experienced.

  “I shouldn’t be here,” she said in a slow heavy raspy voice and I lowered my face towards her. I obviously wasn’t thinking straight. I couldn’t. Not when she was right there in front of me.

  “No, but you are and yes, you should have knocked,” I said, smiling again but she wasn’t. She looked like she’d seen a ghost and I wanted to tell her that she didn’t have any reason to be afraid of me.

  She didn’t try moving away, so I stroked the soft skin on her shoulders and my boner throbbed, grew, protested to be released. I clenched my jaw as I stared at her and she was holding my gaze.

  “Should I apologize?” she asked, that spunk returning to her voice again and I couldn’t help but grin.

  “An apology would be nice. You’ve embarrassed me,” I said, and I thought I saw the spark of a smile on her face which she suppressed very quickly.

  “You don’t look embarrassed,” she said, and my gaze dropped to her cleavage. Her breasts were heaving under the towel; she was breathing fast. Did she want the same thing I did? After her behavior that morning, I didn’t think she ever wanted to see me again.

  “You shouldn’t be either,” I said, and Piper licked her lips. I moved my hands, down her shoulders and her arms leaving a trail of goosebumps on her skin. She still wasn’t moving; she wasn’t pushing me away. Did she want this?

  “You’ve grown up,” I said in a low husky voice, and her brown eyes sparkled, dazzling me with their brightness.

  “And you’ve grown,” she said, her lips tugging in a delicious smile and my fingers moved, gently caressing her side and I pulled her to me. Piper fell on my chest with a thud, and she gasped, but only for a second. In the next moment, she was looking up at me with an expectation in her eyes. She wasn’t going to push me away.

  “You’re so fucking hot,” I growled, and I enveloped her face with my hands before lowering my lips to her. Our mouths met and sizzled, and I slid my tongue over her lips. Piper gasped and kissed me back, parting her lips so I could push my tongue in.

  Our bodies were pressed together, her breasts squished to my chest, and I stood with my legs parted, my feet planted on the ground as I kissed her furiously. I had to have her. I wasn’t thinking of anything else.

  I could sense Piper’s towel coming loose as I kissed her, pushing her back gently till her back pressed against the cool tiles of the bathroom wall. With my tongue inside her mouth, my hands found the tucked in folds of her towel and I pulled them apart. It went swishing to the floor, and I cupped her left breast. It was soft and delicate in my larger hand, and I squeezed. Piper groaned in my mouth, thrusting her naked body into me.

  Even though my towel still separated our bodies, I was sure she could feel my erection. It was raging and throbbing between my legs, eager to feel her smooth skin and her hot wet pussy. I was going to have to possess her.

  I pulled my lips away from her, and our mouths smacked as they parted. Piper was breathing hard, panting and her brown eyes had a new faded glaze over them. I was staring back at her with my mouth open hungrily for her body.

  “Just for the record, I didn’t come in here for this,” she said, pressing herself against the wall. She had a way of making me smile in the most inappropriate moments.

  I held her face again, and I stared into her eyes as I moved closer to her lips and kissed her. I had never wanted or needed anything so badly. I slid the towel off my waist. Piper’s eyes widened as she looked at my cock and we were both thinking the same thing. I needed to be inside her.

  Chapter 8

  Piper

  Declan reached for me, and I felt my knees wobble as he pulled me into his arms. It was going to happen again. This time, he was going to be awake and clear minded for it.

  He took my mouth into his, and as we kissed, his fingers traveled down to the wet spot between my legs. I gasped when he touched me there, his fingers slipping and sliding in my juices as he rubbed my clit. I could feel myself throbbing, swelling and wanting more. I jutted my hips out to meet him and then reached for his cock.

  I was panting when he pulled his lips away from me again. Declan had that grin on his face, as he stared down at me, his fingers still driving my body to madness.

  “I’ve been dreaming about this,” he said in a low deep growl, and then he was down on his knees in front of me. I moaned, anxious and ready for his mouth as his hands parted my thighs, just an inch. I held his head, the skin on my hand tingling from the velvety texture of his close-cropped hair.

  His mouth lapped at my clit gently at first, just to ease me into the sensation and then his tongue thrust into me. He was teasing my clit with his mouth, his tongue sliding in and out of my wet pussy. I arched my back, gripping his shoulders for support as my body pummelled violently towards an orgasm.

  He held my legs tightly, his hands finding my ass to grip now as his tongue played havoc. My clit was swollen, throbbing and ready to release and Declan knew it. He didn’t stop pushing his tongue into me.

  “I’m going to come,” I announced in a shaky, weak voice, just seconds before my body shuddered. I pressed my eyes closed, biting down on my lip as my orgasm came in waves. My nails dug into the tough skin on his back as my knees shook. His tongue didn’t stop thrusting into me; his lips didn’t stop teasing my clit. My juices dribbled down the inside of my thighs, and he kept lapping it up.

  I felt like I couldn’t breathe like I was choking up with pleasure as my orgasm subsided. Declan straightened himself up, his lips glistening with the wetness of my pussy. The smile on his face was accomplished. He was pleased by my reaction to his skills. His blue eyes were twinkling and burning now, as a translucent glacier in the sun.

  “My turn,” he growled under his breath and placing his hands on my hips, he flipped me around with a jerk.

  I thrust my ass towards him, trying to reach his cock…just to feel it graze against my skin.

  He held me by my hips again. My palms were splayed on the cold tiles of the bathroom wall. A slippery and unreliable support system, but I had no other choice.

  Declan came closer to me. I could sense the warmth emanating from his body and then finally, his cock grazed my ass. I gasped when I felt the touch. The length and girth of it. I remembered him exactly. I thought I knew what it would feel like to have him inside me again.

  He parted me gently, almost kindly, and I shuddered, biting down on my lip again. Then the tip of his cock rubbed against my swollen pussy. I wanted more. I couldn’t wait. I’d had enough of this!

  “Please, Declan…” the words escaped my lips before I could stop them. I turned my head to the side, to catch a glimpse of him and I noticed how serious and concentrated his expression was. His brows were crossed, his mouth was firm, and his face was darkened.

  He looked at me suddenly and our eyes locked. He narrowed his eyes at me, watching me as he slowly pushed his cock inside me. My lips parted, hanging open as I felt him slide in. There was no turning back from this. I moaned, watching him watch me as he slid in. Deep inside me.

  My hands slipped from the wall, and I nearly tumbled, but Declan caught me by the waist and swung me gently back into position.

  “Easy there,” he said, in a soft voice…again, in a kind voice and my heart all but exploded. Declan was inside me again. Then he was pulling out. Then he rammed into me, and my body jerked from the force.

  “Oh my God!” I screamed, feeling him move inside me, reach that spot buried in me that needed just a few more strokes. My reaction pleased him, and the frown on his face vanished, and he was half-grinning again.

  He started pumping into me then, tightly holding me by my small waist and driving his cock into me with force. We had picked up a rhythm, and we both moaned in unison with every thrust.

  I continued to look at him, my neck beginning to hurt from the strain of keeping it twisted. But there was no way I was going to miss this sight. I wanted this image of him burned into my memory. Declan behind me, his muscular shoulders bulging, his rock solid chest strained, his biceps clenched. He was big inside me, and with every thrust, I was closer and closer to the edge. There was a thick angry vein in the middle of his forehead that throbbed now. Our bodies crashed together.

  He growled, loudly as he started to come. I gave up as well. There was no need to hold back any longer, and we came together. My moans grew louder, echoing in the confines of the bathroom as I felt him empty himself. I could feel myself shuddering in his grip, going weak as my orgasm grew in intensity with every split second. This was the most amazing feeling I could feel.

  Chapter 9

  Declan

  I slid myself out of Piper with a grunt, and for a few moments we remained in the same position. She was bent down, facing the wall while I stood behind her, watching her heaving naked beautiful body. I didn’t know why nobody else had felt like this. Why nobody else had this effect on me.

  When I first saw her that night, I thought I was just fantasizing about her. That it was the normal male gaze and reaction to a sexy woman, and now I knew that it was way more than that. Once wasn’t enough. I wasn’t sure how many more times I would have to have her for it to be enough.

  Piper straightened herself, and I stared at her body while taking a few steps away from her. No matter what, she was still my best friend’s sister, and I had just had sex with her.

  We hadn’t exchanged a word; it was too strange to say anything. If I was correct, she was feeling just as satisfied as me and hopefully craving more.

  I saw her parting her lips, she was going to say something, but then we heard Max’s voice outside the door.

  “Declan? Piper? You guys home?”

  I saw the panic in Piper’s eyes, and I took two long strides and locked the bathroom door. When I turned to her again, she had her hand clasped over her mouth, her eyes had widened, and for the first time in my life, I saw Piper looking afraid. I tried to communicate to her with my eyes. I tried to calm her down.

  “Declan?” Max knocked on the door this time, and Piper gasped.

  “Yeah, I’m in here. Give me a few minutes!” I called out and heard the annoyance in my voice.

  “Come out here. I have to show you something, man,” Max said, and I could sense that he hadn’t walked away from the door. I threw a look at Piper and then walked over and tied the towel around my waist again.

  She shook her head vigorously, trying to beg me not to open the door. But I knew I had no other choice. Max wasn’t just about to walk away. I clenched my jaw, and she pressed herself against the wall of the bathroom. I unlocked the door and cracked it open, wide enough for me to step out.

  “Hey, what’s up?” I said to Max.

  He had an old baseball cap in his hands which I recognized instantly.

  “Guess where I found this? In your old locker. It’s been there all this time!” Max was showing me the cap, and I stepped away from the bathroom. I was trying to smile at him and position myself in a way that would block his vision to the bathroom door.

  I could hear him making sounds with his mouth; he was saying something, but all my senses were on high alert.

  “How cool is that?” Max said, and I nodded and took the cap from him.

  “That’s great, man,” I said, and he thumped my bare back before turning away from me.

  “Anyway, I’m going to cook us some dinner now. You can go have that shower; you look like a hot mess,” Max said.

  “Please don’t…cook us dinner I mean,” I said with a forced laugh and Max threw me a happy look before walking away from me. I breathed a deep sigh of relief as I watched him walk into the kitchen.

  As quietly as possible, I went back into the bathroom, but it was empty. Piper had managed to slip out without her brother or me noticing, and when I looked down the hall, I saw that her bedroom door was firmly shut. Even her clothes that were strewn on the bathroom floor earlier were gone.

  I rubbed my hands over my face and stepped into the shower cubicle. This was insane. What had just happened was completely wrong. I shouldn’t have touched her. I shouldn’t have started anything. No matter what she looked like or how much I thought about her, she was still my best friend’s sister. She was off-limits.

  I felt the warm water slide over my body as I stood still under the shower. My cock was throbbing from the ecstasy of that orgasm. I made love to Piper Smyth, sister of Max Smyth and that was the worst thing I could have done to my best friend.

  I was relieved of course, that Max hadn’t caught us because I knew he would lose his shit. If he did catch us, I would have no other choice but to accept any blows that he dealt me, because I had betrayed him. The guilt was eating me up. I didn’t have a sister, and if I did and if Max slept with her, I would have had the same reaction. But this was more than just sex. Piper had affected me, and I could feel it in my bones.

  I washed, trying to rid my skin of any traces of Piper but I could still smell her in my hands. That floral scent of her perfume was still lingering in the bathroom, and I felt heady from it.

  There was no point thinking about her any longer. I was wise enough to know that. There was no way this was going to happen again. It was a moment of weakness, and we’d passed it. She was probably in her room, kicking herself for doing it. But as long as Max never found out about it, we might still be able to live with it.

  Chapter 10

  Piper

  I didn’t have the shower after all because I was too afraid of leaving my bedroom. I couldn’t even bear to look at Declan again. I was embarrassed and angry. I was embarrassed because now he would know how much I wanted him; no matter how much I pretended to hate him. I was angry because I had allowed it to happen a second time.

  Max knocked on my bedroom door sometime later, while I was lying on the bed, my face buried in my mountain of pillows.

  “Dinner’s ready, Piper. Come out here,” Max said, and I didn’t get out of bed till I heard his footsteps receding outside. Eventually, several minutes after he had knocked on my door, I opened the door slightly and heard Declan’s voice in the kitchen. Just his voice was enough to send chills down my spine. I could hear him groaning again as he drove into me and I pressed my thighs close to relieve the throbbing in my pussy. I couldn’t stop wanting more.

  Gingerly, I walked into the kitchen, keeping my head down so that I could avoid Declan’s eyes. Max was laughing at some joke, and I could sense both their eyes on me as I sat down.

  “I was just telling Declan how you stole rhododendrons from Mrs. Delgado’s garden last summer,” Max said and laughed again. I threw him a weak smile but didn’t look at Declan.

  “She snipped a bunch of them right off the bush and darted,” Max said.

  “And she runs a charity shop!” Declan chipped in, and both of them laughed some more. I, on the other hand, was in no mood for laughing. Nothing was funny to me anymore. I was so afraid of Max finding out what had happened in this house just an hour before, that I could barely breathe.

  I’d lost all my appetite, and I pushed my food around on my plate as the two of them ate. While they talked, I stole a quick glance at Declan. He looked clean, freshly shaven and smelling of aftershave lotion. His thin cotton t-shirt clung to his muscular torso, his chin was square, his cheekbones chiseled and his eyes were blue and relaxed. How could he be this calm? I wanted to scream.

  Max was the first one to finish his meal, and he got up from his chair. My heart nearly stopped because I was afraid of being left alone with Declan.

  “I have to make a quick phone call. I have to arrange for cookies for tomorrow’s parents-teacher conference!” Max said with a grin. He quickly cleared his plates into the sink and left the room, and a deathly silence descended. I shifted in my seat, uncomfortable under Declan’s harsh gaze.

  “Piper…” he said my name and I shot him a threatening look.

  “Just don’t say anything,” I said, and Declan crossed his brows.

  “I suggest that we talk about it. This isn’t an ordinary thing. Max is involved in this,” he said, plonking his fork down on his plate with a loud clammer. I turned in my chair, to make sure Max wasn’t anywhere close-by. We could hear his voice in his bedroom, but I was still paranoid.

  “Max is not involved in this. Please don’t say anything,” I said, trying to sound as firm as I possibly could but I could barely hold his gaze. I was melting on the inside while he watched me with thunderous eyes.

  “What I meant is that you are his sister,” Declan said in an equally firm voice, the only difference was that he did sound authoritative and I could feel my hands quivering on my lap.

  “Yes, and that is exactly why you need to leave,” I said, and Declan widened his eyes.

 

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