Chapter 3

Three

Tyler

T he next morning, I left Piper sleeping in my bed while I met with the security team in my kitchen. Last night had been a disaster in more ways than one. I'd made an exception to my ‘this is the last time' rule by making her come again by fingering her. I told myself I'd done it so she could relax enough to fall back asleep.

But I couldn't hide the fact that it was no chore bringing her to orgasm. Piper made me feel like no one else. Prancing around in her white bikini made me want to fuck her and protect her against the world. Hearing some stalker had been scaring her for months and was responsible for her breaking her arm made me ready to kill him with my bare hands.

To hell with my sensitive, artistic nature. If anyone threatened what was mine, then I was going to do whatever was necessary to stop that. In the meantime, I'd hire security for the house and Piper when she went out. But she was only leaving here when that was absolutely necessary. No sense in giving this asshole any easy swipes at her. I could have my house locked down like Fort Knox.

Her safety was foremost in my mind. And while she was living in my house, keeping away from her was going to be very difficult.

The more I tried not to think about claiming her, the more it seeped into every corner of my mind. Her smile. Her scent. Her laugh. It was delicious torture.

West was at the house early this morning too. He was driving me to meet with my manager, and I'd called him in early. Already, a private detective was looking for Will. In the meantime, we'd have a security detail at the house twenty-four seven. And Piper was not to leave here without me or security. I didn't like leaving her here, even though the security guys were former marines. Despite their professional demeanors, I knew what they were thinking about Piper because I had the same thoughts.

Piper was still asleep when West and I left for my meetings. The business aspect of my career was just as demanding as the music side. My agent, Marty, wanted to see me in his downtown office. I had so many offers coming in for endorsements or sponsorship, it was difficult to keep on top of all the requests. It would take a few hours at least to go over things with him.

Besides, maybe a few hours away from Piper would help me clear my head. The security guys would protect her with their life. And I had every alarm on in the house and around the perimeter. Plus Hercules was with her, and I'd had my other assistant cancel the rest of the house staff for the immediate future.

It was difficult to keep my head in the game when thoughts of Piper popped in my brain at any given moment. Right now, the damn thing was filled with thoughts of her writhing against my hand last night when she orgasmed. It was a fucking thing of beauty watching her come apart like that.

West got us through the LA morning traffic and shortly before nine a.m. Marty's office in downtown LA was in an expensive office building made of glass and steel. The building's artwork was the envy of many museums. A smartly dressed assistant brought me a cup of coffee. She was brunette, and pretty enough I supposed, but she was dull as a dime compared to Piper. I found myself sitting in Marty's office wishing I was back at the house.

"Earth to Tyler are you listening?" Marty, with his rumpled shirt and his crooked tie, paused mid-ramble. His amiable appearance was calculated as I'd learned the first time we'd sat down together on the same side of the negotiating table. Then his slightly befuddled appearance morphed into a barracuda. He was an excellent guy to have on my team. "What's going on?"

"Just some family problems." My fingers squeezed the fancy leather chair arms.

"Since when do you have a family? And don't tell me you're sitting here mooning over the dog."

"I'm not mooning," I said hotly. I set the fancy coffee down so hard it splashed out of the cup and onto the table. "I have family problems just like everyone else."

Marty studied me over the tops of his bifocals. He pressed a button unseen, and an assistant appeared to clean up my mess. "Is there a quickie wedding I need to know about?" My manager was also my lawyer which meant he existed in permanent terror about California's fifty-fifty property split. He preached about prenups the way my dentist droned on about flossing. Both were equally dull topics.

"Nothing like that. A childhood friend asked if his sister could stay with me. She has some—problems. Not sure what. Not my business."

"We can get her in any treatment program she needs. Just give me the word."

I'm pretty sure I'm the one who needs a treatment program for the way I'm feeling about Piper.

Marty had been in LA for his entire life, and it showed. Everything in life could be solved by money and connections. But not this one.

"It's not that kind of problem. She's got a stalker, I hired personal security."

I could practically see his brain turning over all this information. He was trying to be patient which was not Marty's go-to emotion.

"I see why you are concerned, but you have an excellent plan. I'm sure they will take care of everything. Now let's get back to these contract proposals. Security isn't cheap, and if it's not related to The Kings, it's not even tax deductible." Marty's speech sped up so that by the time he finished, he was running out of breath.

The rest of the meeting was spent going over agonizingly slow and boring details, but I appreciated his thoroughness. The problem was I had no interest in being at this office doing this right now.

I agreed to everything he suggested as quickly as possible. Even so, it was mid-afternoon when I returned to my house. Thankfully everything was fine. I felt stupid for worrying when I was gone, but I was also relieved that the security detail was here. Still, that fucker Will was out there. I checked in with the detective, but he had no news yet.

It was a mixed blessing that Will hadn't contacted Piper again. It was just a matter of time before this detective found him. I wanted to find Will myself then rip his heart out and eat it before his eyes. But it was difficult for me to move around in public besides being briefly in an airport.

There was plenty of food in the refrigerator, so Piper offered to make dinner. She said she was happy to have the distraction. I drank a beer while she made herself at home, asking about my day. She was curious about LA, and I could see her wistful expressions when I told her about what was happening around town.

I liked having her in my kitchen way more than I should. I was used to my house being a place of refuge from everyone who wanted things from me. I wasn't prepared to enjoy anyone's company here besides Hercules.

But while she bustled around making the pasta, images of taking her against the counter or spreading her out on the table, distracted me. I gulped more of my beer trying to chase the dirty thoughts away. The more I tried not to think of them, the more persistent they became.

After dinner, we watched a cheesy horror movie where teenagers went into dark places when they shouldn't have. I was desperate for anything to distract me from my desire for Piper. I hoped the horror movie would fight off my feelings, but Piper kept inching closer to me with every scary scene. When she jumped her breasts jiggled under her tee shirt. She was wearing yoga pants that showed off her every curve. I had to tuck my hands under my armpits to keep from reaching for her.

Hercules joined us for the movie, laying at Piper's feet. He enjoyed the frequent pieces of popcorn she shared with him. I was glad he had adopted Piper, he was another level of defense for her here.

But I was never so glad for a movie to end after two hours of trying not to touch her while she sat next to me. I had to get farther away from her. Images of her writhing under my fingertips last night were still fresh in my mind as was her request to take her virginity.

"Want to watch another one?" She asked, apparently unaware she was driving me insane with desire.

I yawned. "Marty's contract talk today was like being in a torture chamber, I'm going to turn in. Take Hercules to sleep with you tonight. He's smitten."

And he's not the only one .

Piper's shoulders drooped with disappointment when I left. I should come up with someone to visit her here, but I couldn't think of anyone I liked enough to have over to the house beyond West.

Before I turned into my room, I checked the security alarm system. The guard was in the office off the kitchen as an extra precaution. I had him sweeping through the house twice an hour.

There was no way I was going to fall asleep when I returned to my room. Instead, I decided to order Piper some new art supplies through an online store to be delivered tomorrow. I went crazy ordering pens, pencils, paint, and charcoal plus an assortment of paper. Hopefully, that would be a welcome surprise and give her something to keep her occupied while she was here.

Then I took a long shower, beating off to the thought of her. I should be ashamed, and part of me was, but mostly I was so fucking turned on by her. It wasn't just her body though; she had a beautiful smile and soul. She was smart, talented, and courageous.

When I finally slid into my bed, I prayed that I didn't spend the whole night awake aching for her. Eventually, I drifted off. I had the most vivid dream of Piper. I even smelled her scent of gardenias.

I groaned, waking myself. Not even in sleep could I escape her.

I was immediately aroused by her taut nipples pressing against my bare back.

"What happened? Are you alright?" I flicked the bedside light on. Piper had crawled into my bed. I reached for her shoulders. Her skin was soft and supple under my fingers. I squeezed harder than I intended, making her wince. Immediately I released her though the imprint of my fingertips on her shoulders pleased me. I wanted so badly to make her mine.

"I can't sleep," Piper said. Her white cotton nightgown lacked substance and highlighted her taut, candy pink nipples through the thin material.

Truth be told, the sight of her made me fight back a groan.

"Piper, ah fuck woman. You're killing me. Go back to bed. You can't be here." I spoke harsher than intended, trying to mask the desperate plea echoing through my body.

Claim her. She's yours.

"Can you do what you did last night? Touch me, make me feel alive? I slept so soundly afterward." She leaned toward me, whispering. Her soft breath tickled my ear.

Fuck.

I was in deep shit if fingering Piper was the only way to get her out of my bed.

But she was scared. This bastard Will had taken her freedom and replaced it with fear. She was too full of light and beauty to live like that.

I was at war with myself. And dammit if she didn't know that and used it against me. I sighed unsure if the sound was more anxiety or relief.

"One more time, for the both of us and then that's it. It has to be." I said for both our sakes.

She nodded, a sassy side grin pulling at the edge of her mouth. She won and knew it, damn it. Her green eyes bright and beautiful, stared up at me. I could get lost in their depths. She rolled onto her back, wiggling down deeper into the bed.

Great. Now her scent was going to be all over my sheets and driving me crazy.

This was so wrong.

But fuck if I cared.

I left the bedside light on. If this was going to be the last time I touched her, I was going to give us both something to remember.

"Take off your top, baby."

She sat up while I helped her pull her nightie over her head. She covered her breasts with her hands shyly. I loved how complex she was. One minute she was boldly climbing into my bed and the next blushing at my gaze. She was passionate and complicated; it drew me to her like she was my personal hell and heaven. She sat beside me with her legs crossed. I tried not to glance at her thong covered pussy and failed.

Meanwhile, her breasts were pushed up so that the tops created perfect half circles. My throat grew dry with the thought of sucking her nipples.

"Show me how you touch your breasts. Caress them, touch them, pull those pretty nipples"

Whether it was my request or her damned cast, I don't know but something had her pause. Her eyes darted to the bedside lamp and I understood.

"I need to see you," I said. In truth, I wanted her to see me. I wanted to mark her so that no man could bring her pleasure like me. It was selfish, dick move but I didn't care. Here's fucker that I am, if I couldn't have her, why should I want anyone else to?

It was awkward with her cast, but she rolled her nipples between her index finger and thumb. Her movements were stiff, but soon her eyes were half-closed as her excitement increased.

Pink lace covered her pussy and I have to admit the color on her looked absolutely gorgeous. I could see a damp spot on the crotch already where the fabric pressed against her so perfectly.

My gaze dragged higher. God, she had perfect tits. I reached out to rub a tender nipple with my thumb, and it pebbled under my touch. I loved the slope and fullness of her breast in my hand. Those tits had distracted me all through the evening in her tight tee shirt.

I gently eased her onto her back.

My head bent to suckle her nipple and the bud grew tight in my mouth. Immediately her back arched in pleasure, pushing more of her breast toward me. My fingers drifted down her torso skimming her ribs, settling on her flat belly. I stroked her stomach loving the feel of her silky warm skin under my rough fingers. Thoughts of her belly growing with my seed crowded my brain. She would be fucking beautiful heavy with my child. I'd kiss every inch of her belly over and over.

God, I was such a pervert.

Being an only child myself and with my lifestyle, having children of my own someday seemed unlikely. Now at the thought of not having a family of my own, I felt a real sorrow inside me.

I moved my hand lower, my fingers rubbing at the seam of her pussy through her panties. She was so ripe for a thorough fucking. But I wasn't going to take her virginity. Despite all my fantasies of having her knocked up and carrying my baby, it wasn't right to want her like I did.

But God did I want her.

I'll just have to settle with giving my Piper pleasure, that much I could do. I kissed my way down her heavenly body until I was at her feet.

Then I spread her knees, kissing my way up to her thighs. The insides quivered under my lips. I sucked at the tender skin. I remembered how hard she'd orgasmed last night with my fingers touching her. Her skin was so soft right over her smooth pussy lips. Leaving her panties on, I draped her legs over my shoulders. Then I leaned down and rubbed my nose over the cloth. Her scent intoxicated me.

Deep inside I wish it was for me alone.

She gasped and whimpered a sexy little sound. "Tyler. What are you doing? I thought you were going to do what you did last night." Piper's hips bucked off the bed when I dragged my tongue across the thin fabric. "Oh, God!"

Fingers shot through my hair.

"Shh, I'm going to take care of you." I didn't bother to hide my smile. I was going to enjoy rocking her world thoroughly.

She made an unintelligible sound as her inner thigh muscles quivered. Making her come with my tongue was going to be a treat.

I ripped her panties off, the sound echoed in my quiet room. I tossed the shreds to the floor. Now she was splayed before me. Her sweet pink mound practically quivered with need. My poor little frustrated virgin.

I ran my tongue slowly up her seam before pulling back her pussy lips and latching onto her clit. Taking that little bead between my lips, I sucked and tongued the fuck of out of Piper. Soon she was thrashing, begging me to take her.

I fucked her with my tongue, letting her sweet girl-cum run down my chin as I made her come reach her end over and over. After her third orgasm, I pulled my head up from between her legs.

Now, I could die a happy man.

And yet…I knew the heaven that waited there because I had tasted it. But I couldn't fill her with my cock as I longed to do. Didn't fist my throbbing length, press the head of my cock to her dripping entrance and feed her every last inch.

I couldn't do that.

"Better?" I asked.

"God yes." Piper's fingers reached for mine and pulled me against her. "But I'm still a virgin. We should fix that problem."

How much was I supposed to resist the one thing I wanted? "I told you, baby, I could help you relax. I can't take your virginity." I couldn't believe my own words, but I held my ground.

"Why?" Piper's eyes were still dilated after her orgasm. She leaned on her good elbow, half sitting up. Her legs spread wide, her delish nectar dripping from her entrance.

"I'm not going to fuck you."

"You just fucked me with your tongue, why not use your cock? I know you want to. I would have to be blind not to see how hard you are."

"It's not going to happen. You're a virgin." I ground out. "You deserve better. Leave it at that."

"I don't buy the whole you deserve better angle. It's me, isn't it? I don't see my lack of experience as a problem, why do you?" She asked sweetly, reaching for my throbbing cock. It tented my sleep pants and I didn't make an effort to hide how aroused it was. I'd skipped briefs when I went to bed and now wished I had the extra layers.

I growled. "Stop it." but my hand was already over hers and together we stroke me through the thin fabric of my pants.

"Are you afraid of losing control?"

"If you only knew how thin my control is, you wouldn't be here, baby. What I want to do to you…"

"I'm not afraid of you, Tyler."

"You should be."

"I'm a woman. I have needs, desires, Tyler. Don't you want to be the one to fulfill them? I've been waiting for you for so long."

"Piper, please just, drop it." But the only thing dropped was the band of my pants to fit under my balls, pushing my cum-dripping cock out like a fucking lollipop.

Her fingers wrapped around me and my hips moved on their own.

"Would you rather I ask West? I bet he'd be willing and then I wouldn't be a virgin. Would that make you happy then?"

"Like hell you will. It'll be over my dead body that he touches you."

"I'm not a virgin because of lack of opportunities, Tyler." She leaned closer, her lips brushing the tip of my ears, my cock leaking sticky cum all over her hand. "It's because you are the only one in every one of my filthy fantasies. And trust me, they are truly filthy. What I lack in experience I can make up for with my imagination."

She swiped her thumb over the top, gathering my hot seed. I watched as she pulled away, licking her thumb clean nearly shooting my load at the sight of my cum on her lips. Stunned, I couldn't say anything when she moved her body away from mine.

She pulled her top back on, pushing her hair back. "I'm done begging you, Tyler. If you want me, you know where to find me. Just don't take too long or you might find someone else in my bed."