“Shhh, I’m not going anywhere,” he promised, his lips lowering to hers. “Just hold on to me. Just for a second.”
The muscles of his hips bunched, the head of his cock throbbed inside her, and a second later a hard, heavy thrust had the iron-hard length powering through the shield of an innocence she knew she’d saved for him.
His lips caught her cry at the shock of the entrance.
Holding the kiss, he pulled back, then pushed inside again, burying deeper as pleasure and pain began to build with equal intensity.
Lifting her legs to get closer to each heavy thrust, Piper gave herself to him, knowing that from this moment on, she no longer completely belonged to herself.
Each hard thrust inside the clenched depths of her pussy pushed inside her with increasing strength, faster, to an edge of a fiery abyss she was both terrified of and reaching for.
Pleasure radiated through her body, stoked by each piercing impalement of his cock inside her, stretching her, burning the sensitive depths with the heavy heat of his possession.
Moving over her, stroking inside her with quick, deep thrusts of the steel-hard, heated flesh, Jed pushed her harder, faster. Her hands clenched on his arms as the flared crest parted her flesh and drove to the depths of her before quickly retreating, then stroking over flesh so sensitive that the pleasure was agonizing with each stroke.
Each thrust was harder, faster. Each was hotter, more demanding, until that abyss reached out for her, the flames exploding around her and tearing through her senses with such blinding ecstasy that she knew she would never be the same.
Harsh, quaking shudders of sensation attacked her body. Unprepared for their strength, for the sheer destruction of her senses, Piper could only do as he’d told her: She held on tight.
She gasped, crying out his name as her body clenched and shuddered beneath him, her pussy tightening around his shuttling cock until he thrust in hard and deep and gave himself to his own pleasure.
She hadn’t imagined it could be like this. She’d never conceived of such pleasure, of such deep, overwhelming waves of pure ecstasy streaking through her, possessing her.
She wouldn’t have believed that in one moment of rapture her soul would open and her heart would give itself totally, completely, to a man as fierce, as hard, and yet as gentle as Jedediah Booker.
NINE
Eve had told her that once Brogan had touched her, once she had learned what real pleasure, real intimacy were, then she’d been caught.
Hook, line, and sinker, sister. Eve had grinned unrepentantly the day Piper had berated her for moving from the inn and leaving her, Lyrica, and Zoey—well, mostly her and Lyrica—to face the fallout.
The fallout being Tim, Dawg, Rowdy, and Natches becoming so damned protective that Piper, Lyrica, and even Zoey—the most spoiled of the sisters—were feeling the bite of the males’ overprotectiveness.
Lying in Jed’s arms that afternoon, Piper wondered what she was getting herself into this time, and just how it would affect not just her, but also her unattached sisters.
“Stop thinkin’,” Jed drawled, and for just a second there was a hint of the Texas upbringing he’d once told her he’d had.
“You’re starting to sound like a cowboy.” Turning against his chest, she propped herself up and stared at him from where she lay against his shoulder.
Jed grunted lazily. “Yeah, it creeps out now and again.”
“This is the first time I’ve actually heard it,” she pointed out. “I was starting to wonder if you’d lied to me about being born in Texas.”
That Texas drawl was unmistakable. And she’d never heard it pass his lips.
So why now?
She was almost glowing at the possibility that perhaps sexual satisfaction and male contentment had managed to relax him enough that he’d lost a moment’s control over something it seemed he’d deliberately suppressed.
“I don’t lie to you.” The simple statement had her stomach tightening in a feeling akin to, but not exactly, the panic attacks of the past.
This wasn’t panic. It was terrified anticipation, petrified hope. It was something it shouldn’t be; that was for damned sure.
“You’ve never lied to me?” Forcing the disbelief into her voice wasn’t easy.
It was almost impossible simply because she wanted so desperately to believe him. Wanted to believe him, and she was too scared to allow herself to do so.
“I’ve never lied to you, Piper. And I never will.”