94

Piper

He Has To Be Prepared

My mouth fell open with the new revelation. Adam? Kids? How did we land on that subject and how was the guy who made child support jokes talking to me about wanting children?

"But you don't want kids?"

"I want your kids," he corrected.

A laugh burst out of me. "Hold up—wait, you can't just whip that out when we said no condom—Adam—"

"Oh, shit, I didn't mean that." He grinned. "Wait, unless—?"

" No. "

"Okay. No worries. We have all the time—fuck. I love you." He laughed again. "If you want kids right now, I could give you triplets. Fuck the pill, I can get you pregnant."

"I do not want kids right now."

Another breathless laugh escaped him and he kissed me. "Whatever you want, ice princess. My dick, your command. I love you." He kissed the corner of my mouth. "I love you." He kissed my neck. "And now I need to fuck you because I am so hard right now, it's physically painful."

"Not like the usual emotionally painful?"

"Emotionally? Very happy right now." He swept me on my back and wrapped a hand around my thigh, hiking it up. "You've never going to get rid of me," he warned and pressed the head of his cock against my sex.

Oh my god, yes .

I reached up to kiss him, long and sweet.

Adam cursed against my lips and pushed in, easing into me. It was everything . The way our bodies moved together, a brand new rhythm, it was something else entirely. Sex in love was the kind of sex to remember.

He tried to kiss me at every turn, holding me tighter than he ever had before.

"I love you," he muttered again and again, gripping me in some new way. "I love you."

I placed my hand on the back of his neck and shifted up, panting hard. "Come inside me."

He shook my head. "Careful, Piper."

"Come inside me, Adam," I breathed out.

"This pussy is too good for you to be saying shit like that." He fisted my hair and yanked me up, kissing my neck and running my tongue along my throat. "I'm not done, don't be cruel. It's not nice."

"I want to feel it."

"Oh, you're fucking asking for it." He shoved himself back, sitting back. With a wild look in his eyes, he grabbed hold of my hips and fucked her deep, right to my core. I threw my head back, moaning.

" Right there, " I cried out.

"You have to come first, ice princess," he rasped, palming my ass underneath. "And then I'm coming deep inside this pussy. Even when I come, I'll be pushing inside of you."

My eyes flickered up to his, shocked.

"You don't know what you signed yourself up for." He pounded into her. Faster. Harder. "Fuck, I'm going to want to just bend you over all the time and fill up this little pussy with my come. You're so fucking tight. Goddamn."

"Oh my god," I exhaled, reaching back for the headboard. " Adam! "

"There we go," he whispered. "Look how gorgeous you are, getting fucked."

I called out his name over and over again, rocking against him with my orgasm. Without the condom, I could feel it. Feel every twitch, every time he pulsed inside of me.

He grabbed me, thrusting inside, coming deep inside of me.

It was better than any sex I'd ever had. It was beyond sex, a mind-blowing experience that tipped me over the edge.

He eased into me again, pushing his come in even deeper, and I couldn't help the moan.

"You're going to stay with me tonight," he told me.

Slowly, my eyes flickered back open. He could ignore the contract all he wanted but I couldn't ignore mine to the housing board. "Adam…"

"Piper."

"I don't know if that's…such a good idea…"

Adam shoved his cock inside of me again and my hands hit the headboard again, desperate for something to hold on to. Oh my god .

"How are you going to deny me with my cock inside of you?" he challenged.

"It's not a good idea," I choked out.

"Piper." He gazed down at me. " Please ."

This has to be love. Nothing else could make me this shortsighted.

Reluctantly, I nodded, and the grin on Adam's face was instant. He was so happy. Dipping down, he kissed me again, even while he eased out of me.

I swallowed hard. "I need…um…to go wash up…"

"I'll get you out of the dress," he promised.

"No—that's not—" I chuckled, trying to get back to reality. "I need my makeup wipes. My face wash. Everything."

Adam shrugged. "You need to check the bathroom."

"What?"

"Come here, ice princess, I'll help you up."

Against all my protests, he undid my dress as quickly as he could. While come dripped down my thighs. But no matter how much I tried to preserve the dress—he insisted he'd pay for the dry cleaning—and said all he wanted was to get me naked. With an arm around my legs, he whisked me up in my arms and left the bedroom.

"I don't understand?" I tried to steady my breathing. "You have makeup wipes?"

Adam kicked open the bathroom door. "First drawer."

"Wow." The moment he set me down, I stood on unsteady legs and had to grab the counter. "You had so many girls go through here, you had makeup wipes? How did I not know about this?"

"Check it out."

He stood in front of the mirror, unbuttoning his dress shirt, but I had the weirdest feeling he was watching me while I pulled open the drawer. Instantly, I stared. Confused.

"Adam?"

"I love you."

I glanced up at the mirror, perplexed. "What…is this?"

"What's what?"

I gestured towards the drawer and picked up the hairbrush, covered in glittery, plastic fish scales— my hairbrush. The hairbrush that I definitely last saw on my counter in my dorm. The hairbrush that Adam teased me about all semester. "What is this? "

"A hairbrush?"

"It's my hairbrush."

"Nope. Don't think so." Adam took it from me and inspected it. "There's no blonde hair on this."

The entire first drawer was full of everything from my bathroom. The night creams, the face washes, my packet of multi-colored hair ties, everything . I finally pieced it together, stunned. "Did you buy duplicates? "

"If a man wants his lady to stay over, he has to be prepared."

All the arguments in the world bubbled up. I turned back to him, ready to get into it. Too expensive. A waste of money. He didn't need to put in the effort. It was too much. But Adam just grinned down at me, pleased. And I found that I couldn't say anything about his treasure trove.

"I love you," I finally sighed. "I do."

He dipped down low and kissed my ear. "Do you love me enough to take a shower with me?"

" Just a shower?"

"Nah." Adam kissed me and took my hand, drawing me towards the shower. "It'd be a wasted opportunity not to fuck you again before we get you cleaned up."