Page 63 of Wrecked (Axle Alley Vipers)

Her blush deepened as she reached over and grabbed a condom. She rolled it down his rigid length, then shimmied forward. He rested his hands on her thighs as she lifted up and positioned the head of his cock.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Fuck me.” Heat ignited in her eyes, and she sank down, taking him all the way, forcing a deep groan past his throat. He cupped her tits, her soft flesh overflowing in his hands. Jesus. He couldn’t get enough of her. Plucking and squeezing her nipples, he worked her as she rode him. And every time he tugged, her belly quivered, and she gasped.

More color hit her face, and her mouth dropped open when she ground hard against him. Nothing had ever felt this good. Nothing. He needed her mouth, her taste on his tongue. Cupping the side of her throat, he pulled her down for a deep kiss. The new angle made her moan into his mouth as their tongues slid together, matching the grind of her hips.

She pulled away slightly, panting against his lips. “Oh God.”

She sucked her lower lip, excruciating pleasure covering her face. He’d never seen anything more stunning in his entire life. Piper fucked him harder, bouncing and grinding on his cock, lost to her fast-approaching orgasm.

Sweat broke out across his skin as he held off his own release, waiting for her to join him. Then she dropped her head back, the rhythm of her hips becoming erratic as she went over.

He let go and joined her, hanging onto her hips and thrusting up into her as he shouted her name.

She fell forward, her soft bare skin pressed against his, kissing his chest, his neck, as she fluttered around him with aftershocks, her body trembling in his arms. She didn’t move when they stopped, no, she stayed where she was, wrapped around him, idly running her fingers over his skin, drawing invisible patterns.

Eventually, she grinned down at him. “Hmm, I think I’ll wake you up like that more often.”

He chuckled. “You’ll get no objection from me, sweet girl.” She flushed and tucked her face against his shoulder. “What is it?”

“Nothing.”

He squeezed her ass. “Tell me.”

She lifted her head, and her smile lit up the whole goddamn room. “I like it when you call me sweet girl.” She dropped her voice at the end, imitating him.

Jesus, he loved this woman. “That’s what you are.” He ran his thumb along her jaw. “You’re also beautiful and sexy and smart and giving. The most caring, selfless person I know. And that’s just a few of the things that make you so damn irresistible.”

Her eyes widened. “You think I’m irresistible?”

“Piper.” He frowned at her. How could she doubt it?

“Don’t you Piper me. You’ve resisted me pretty easily all these years.”

He pulled her down for a kiss, just a brush of lips, a tiny taste. “You think staying away has been easy?” He shook his head. “I’ve wanted you for… Shit, it’s hard to remember a time I haven’t wanted you. I had to fight it every time I saw you.”

Those big blue eyes locked on his. “You’re not going to fight it anymore?”

He fisted her soft blond hair and held her gaze. “I’m not going to fight it anymore.”

That was as much of a declaration as he was willing to make at this point. He needed to come clean to Deacon first, tell him he and Piper were seeing each other. She deserved more than being his dirty secret. She deserved more than him. But the thought of anything happening to her, anyone hurting her, had snapped something inside him. He couldn’t turn his back on her again, on what they had. No, he didn’t deserve her, but what could he do? He loved her.

He couldn’t walk away a second time.

He just hoped like hell Deacon didn’t hate him for it.

Chapter Twenty

Piper straightened from under the Toyota’s hood and, wiping her hands on a rag, reached in the driver’s window and turned the key. The engine fired to life, echoing off the garage walls. Rusty gave her a thumbs-up from across the room, where she’d just finished welding a new panel on a beautiful Camaro she and Alex were restoring, a wide smile on her face.

She’d be smiling, too, if she got to work on cars like that. She sat in the Toyota, revving it for a bit, enjoying the blast of cool air from the air conditioner before shutting it off. God, she felt guilty for feeling that way. Hated the resentment she had building toward her sister and Alex when they had no way of knowing how she felt. More than likely they assumed she was happy with what she was doing. But it hurt that they’d taken it for granted. That they hadn’t considered her for the work, or even given her the option. Climbing out of the car, she swiped her forearm across her brow. It was a stinking hot day. The garage was stuffy, its tin walls sucking in the midsummer heat like a sponge. She walked into the office, welcoming the blast of cooler air, and took a seat behind the desk. It was their part-timer’s day off, which meant it was another day she had to split hers between the garage and office duties.

Grabbing her phone from her back pocket, she checked for any missed calls or messages. Of course there were none. She would have felt it vibrate against her butt if there had been.

Dammit, Cole.

Okay, it hadn’t even been a full day since she’d seen him, and she was probably worrying over nothing—still, she’d thought after their night together, their morning…

She slumped back in her seat. What was going on in his head?