Easton's Claim (Colebrook Siblings Trilogy Book 3) (17 page)

His hand tightened in her hair and he sucked in a quick breath when he realized her intent. “Piper.”

She didn’t answer, didn’t stop, too caught up in what she was doing. The sight of him so hard for her made her feel powerful and desired, swelled her heart with love. Bending toward his lap, she paused to nuzzle the muscles in his abdomen, felt them contract beneath her cheek an instant before she rubbed her lips over the engorged crown of his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, his hips lifting in an almost helpless motion when she ran her tongue around him.

Her heart galloped, the need to pleasure him taking over. Parting her lips, she took him into her mouth and swirled her tongue around him, tasting his sharp, salty flavor.

“Oh God, sweetness…” His voice trailed off into a throaty growl that stirred her up even more.

The velvet rasp of his voice, the raw enjoyment in it, turned her on even more. She worked him slow and firm, learning what he liked, taking as much of him as she could without gagging. His thigh muscles twitched beneath her free hand and his breathing turned erratic.

Her own body responded in kind, breasts swelling, nipples tightening and that empty ache building between her thighs. The only sounds in the truck cab were his rough groans and the wet sounds of her mouth as she sucked him.

He cradled the back of her head with his free hand and released her hair, smoothing his hand down her back and over her upturned bottom. Grabbing the frilly hem of her dress, he eased it up to her hips then slid his hand along her sensitized skin, skimming the curve of her rear and the back of her thigh before trailing up the inside to brush over the front of her panties. She gasped and rocked into his touch, her entire body on fire.

Pulsing all over, she pulled her mouth free and clambered over the console to straddle him. His arms clamped around her ribs and hips, holding her flush against him as she sought his mouth. She kissed him with every bit of pent up passion she’d lived with these past few lonely years, rubbed her body along his, making the ache between her thighs worse.

“Please say you have a condom,” she breathed against his lips.

“Yeah,” he managed. He released her ribs and raised his hips enough to fish out his wallet, but the pressure of his erection against her aching core made her whimper.

She snatched it from him, tore it open and leaned back to smooth it down the length of his erection. He reached beneath her dress and grabbed the edge of her panties, ripping them with one savage yank.

She stared at him in surprise for a moment, then let out a laugh and went back for more of his mouth, tasting and teasing him with her tongue. She didn’t give him the chance to do anything else, just gripped his shoulders and shifted on her knees to rub her slick folds against the hot length of his cock. Easton’s eyes were heavy-lidded as he watched her, his hands settling on her waist, fingers squeezing deep.

The friction felt so good, but she wanted more, wanted to ride him and stare at his face while he came apart for her. She slid up, her thigh muscles quivering as she slowly lowered herself onto him. The heat and pressure made her gasp. Her eyes fluttered shut as the thickness of him penetrated, stretching her, stroking all those secret, deliciously tingling nerve endings.

Ohhhh…
She bit her lip at the delectable fullness.

A low, rough growl reverberated in his chest. She opened her eyes to find him staring at her, his jaw tense and nostrils flared, his velvet-brown eyes almost black with hunger. His arms contracted around her, holding her tighter.
Tighter
. As though he couldn’t get close enough.

Pure feminine power rippled through her, blending with the tendrils of pleasure coiling deep in her abdomen. She felt beautiful, strong and sexy as she began to ride him. It had been so long since she’d felt that way, and Easton certainly was helping restore her confidence. This man owned her already, body and heart.

He hissed in a breath and closed his eyes, sensual agony stamped on every feature as his head fell back against the headrest. “Oh, Jesus, Piper…”

She loved that he needed her so much, that she was making him feel so good. “I want to watch you,” she whispered back, fascinated, hungry for more. “I want to watch you when I make you come.”

He shuddered, his hands squeezing her waist. He was so damn gorgeous like this, allowing her to take control, and the feel of him inside her made her want to purr in satisfaction.

She rode him a little faster, her eager gaze devouring every detail of his reaction. The tightening of his facial muscles, the way his throat worked as he swallowed. Every slick, hot glide stoked the fire inside her and soon she couldn’t stand it. She slipped a hand between her legs and stroked the taut bundle of nerves begging for touch.

A look of raw hunger came over his face and he released her waist to undo the halter tie at the back of her neck. She arched her back as the fabric fell away and his hands pulled the cups of her bra down to expose her aching breasts.

On a groan of pure need, he leaned forward to take one nipple into his mouth and the sudden lash of pleasure made her cry out. Her entire body tightened. She grabbed the back of his head and kept stroking herself as she slid up and down the hot, hard length of his cock. He sucked at her, his tongue like warm velvet as he stroked her captive flesh.

The heat and tension rose sharply, shocking her with the sudden intensity. Within a minute her legs were shaking, her inner walls contracting as her orgasm loomed. Her moans filled the cab as it hit, mixing with his deeper groan, his hands holding her steady.

Gasping for breath as she opened her eyes, she pulled her hand from between her thighs and gripped his shoulders for balance. His face was tight, his entire body rigid with unrelieved tension. A sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead. He was still hot and hard inside her.

Realization hit. She’d wanted to watch him and he’d held back to make sure she could. Tenderness flooded her.

Moving slower now, she pumped her hips and took his face between her hands, all her focus on him. After one slow, erotic kiss that had him moaning into her mouth, she eased back and watched his face as she took him to heaven.

Easton leaned his head back, jaw clenched as he stared directly into her eyes. His breathing was erratic, the pulse in his throat going crazy as she rode him with slow, lazy strokes. She’d imagined doing this to him so many times, and finally being able to make fantasy reality was so much better than she’d expected.

She knew the moment he reached the point of no return. His eyes went hazy an instant before they slammed shut and he swelled impossibly thicker inside her. Those delectable lips parted and a long, ragged groan ripped free, his hands biting into her hips as he drove up into her and shuddered with his release.

I love you.
The words were right there, right on the tip of her tongue. She bit them back. She would
not
say them while she still intended to move away. But at least she’d shown him.

With a deep, contented sigh a few minutes later he opened his eyes and looked at her, his breathing still a little ragged. “That was so fucking hot.”

A smug smile tugged at her lips. “I know.”

He burst out a laugh and slid his hands into her hair, tugging her forward into a kiss so full of love and tenderness it brought tears to her eyes. And right then, she knew.

Walking away from this man would rip her heart out. So what the hell was she going to do?

“Well, I’d say that was a hit.” Easton came up behind her as she set an empty serving platter on the counter beside the sink and wrapped his arms around her, bending to nuzzle the side of her neck.

She stiffened even as tingles raced across her skin, then felt horrible. Everyone else was still in the dining room and couldn’t see them. She didn’t want him to think she was embarrassed or ashamed, it was just that this was all so new and she felt a little uncomfortable at the idea of his family seeing them.

“I’m glad. And see? There’s not as much left over as you thought there would be. You boys can eat.”

“It’s because we haven’t tasted anything so delicious before,” he murmured against her neck, then sucked lightly, making it clear he meant more than the food. She shivered.

“Hey, none of that,” a deep voice said behind them.

She gasped and looked back to see Wyatt carrying in an armful of empty plates. Embarrassed, without thinking she slipped out of Easton’s embrace, her face growing hot. The second she did, she regretted her reaction. Easton had done nothing wrong, yet she’d pulled away as if Wyatt had walked in on them feeling each other up or something.

Wyatt stepped past them and she glanced over at Easton. His expression was set, hurt and annoyance clear in his eyes.
Dammit.

She cleared her throat. “Could you go grab the rest of the food so we can wrap it up?” she asked him.

“Sure.” His voice was clipped and she inwardly winced as he turned and walked out of the kitchen.

Blowing out a breath, she glanced at Wyatt, who was studiously ignoring her as he stacked the plates in the sink. “Can I talk to you for a minute? Alone?” She couldn’t put this conversation off any longer.

He met her gaze, his hazel eyes full of understanding. “Sure. Come on.”

She followed him out the back door and around the side of the house, where they’d have more privacy. He stopped and faced her, hands in his pockets, and waited for her to speak. She rubbed a hand over the back of her neck, not sure where to begin. “So I guess Easton told you about…things.”

“He told us the way he felt about you. I didn’t know if it was mutual or not.”

“It is.”

“Good. I was hoping it would be.”

She looked up at him in surprise, the twilight illuminating the scars on his face. It was like he was carved from granite. Solid. Unmovable. He’d been through so much, had overcome so much. She’d been there for him as much as she could—as much as he’d allowed her to be. And sometimes she’d been there whether he’d wanted her to be or not. “Really?”

He nodded, the hint of a smile playing around the edges of his mouth. “If you’re happy then I’m happy. And I’m glad to see him wanting to settle down.”

That part scared her a little, as it seemed too big a change for someone with Easton’s hell-raiser reputation to suddenly be the guy who wanted to settle down and have her move in with him. She definitely wanted to see where things went though. “So it’s not…weird for you?”

He shrugged his wide shoulders. “I’ll adjust. We all will. Don’t worry about that.”

At his words, the tightness in her stomach eased. She laughed softly. “Okay. It’s an adjustment for me too.” Her gaze strayed back toward the kitchen window. “I think I hurt his feelings just now. I didn’t mean to.”

“He’ll get over it.”

He shouldn’t have to get over it. She felt terrible for the way she’d reacted. Facing Wyatt once more, she drank in the sight of his dear, scarred face, a fond smile tugging at her lips.

Wyatt stepped closer and pulled her into a tight hug, pressing his cheek to the top of her head. “Be happy. And if my little brother doesn’t treat you right, I’ll pound the shit out of him for you.”

She laughed. “Thanks. I’m hoping that won’t be necessary.” More likely, she was the one who was going to hurt Easton if she took the job in Minnesota.

He straightened and his expression sobered, those hazel eyes direct, intent. “Whatever happens between you two, you’ll always be family to us. No matter what.”

Her throat tightened. “Thanks.”

He squeezed her once, then released her and clapped a friendly hand on her shoulder. “Well? Better get back in there and make him stop sulking.”

****

Easton strode back into the dining room to get the last of the plates from the table, still stinging from Piper’s rejection.

It annoyed him that he was hurt over something so small, but the way she’d yanked away from him the moment his brother had stepped into the kitchen made it clear she was either embarrassed or uncomfortable about having their relationship out in the open. Neither of those reasons were okay with him.

He reached across the table to grab the nearly empty bowl of mashed potatoes and glanced at the window. What the hell were she and Wyatt talking about out there, anyway?

Charlie helped him clear and followed him back into the kitchen, leaving their dad, Jamie and Austen to continue their lively conversation.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, frowning at him as she set everything on the counter.

“Nothing.”

The back door opened and Wyatt stepped inside, Grits right on his heels. He gave Easton a little smile on the way by that said everything was okay and the tension he hadn’t even realized he’d been carrying bled out of his shoulders. Then Piper came in and he stilled. She met his gaze as she shut the door behind her, then flicked a glance at Charlie.

His sister glanced between the two of them, got the message, and turned on her heel to leave the room. Easton shoved his hands into his pockets. “What did you guys talk about?”

“Us.” She walked over to him, slid her arms around his waist and leaned up on her toes to kiss him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pull away, I just reacted without thinking.”

Sighing, he slid his hands out of his pockets to hug her. “I don’t want to hide this. I can’t, because I love you and I won’t pretend I don’t.”

“I know.” Her eyes were full of regret, and the love she was too scared to profess yet. It was enough. “I’m not embarrassed of us. This is all new and I didn’t handle that well. I really am sorry. You’re so important to me, and I don’t want to ruin this.”

Snagging her hand, he turned around and started walking toward the dining room.

“What are you doing?” she asked, trailing behind him.

He stopped in the entrance of the dining room and tugged Piper forward until she was standing next to him, then wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into his side. Making it plain as day what the situation was. Five pairs of eyes stared at them.