“What? No. How many crabs do you catch?”
“In a season? If I hit the quota? Eighty thousand pounds.”
When she opened the curtain again, she had the calculator pulled up on her phone. With her mouth in an O, she slowly turned the screen to show him all the zeroes. “Brendan, this is like, millions of dollars.”
He just looked at her.
“Oh no,” she said after a beat, shaking her head. “This is bad.”
Brendan frowned. “How is this bad?”
“I just learned the value of money. Now I find out I have a rich boyfriend?” She sighed sadly, closed the curtain. “We have to break up, Brendan. For my own good.”
“What?” Panic gave him immediate, searing heartburn. No. No, this wasn’t happening. He’d heard her wrong. But if he hadn’t misheard, they weren’t leaving this fucking dressing room until she changed her mind. He lunged to his feet and ripped the curtain open, only to find Piper laughing into her cupped palm, her sides shaking. Relief washed through him, as if an overhead sprinkler system had been engaged. “That wasn’t funny,” he said raggedly.
“It was.” She giggled. “You know it was.”
“Do you see me laughing?”
She pressed her lips together to get rid of the smile, but her eyes were still sparkling with laughter. But he couldn’t be mad at her, especially when she crossed her wrists behind his neck, pressed her soft body up against his hard one, and coaxed his mouth into a winding kiss. “I’m sorry.” She licked gently at his tongue. “I didn’t think you’d buy it so easily.”
He grunted, annoyed at himself for enjoying the way Piper was trying to get back in his good graces. Her fingers twisted the ends of his hair, her eyes were contrite. All of it was oddly soothing. Christ, being in love was doing a number on him. He was a goner.
“Will you forgive me if I let you pick out my jeans?” she murmured against his lips.
Brendan smoothed his palms back and forth along her waist. “I’m not mad. I can’t be. Not at you.”
She dropped her hands away from his neck and handed him the next pair of jeans in the stack. As he watched, she unzipped the ones she was wearing and peeled them down her legs. Good God almighty, Piper was bent over in front of the mirror, her ass nearly brushing the glass—and looking down from above, he could see everything. The mint-green strip of fabric tucked up between her supple cheeks, the suggestion of a tan line peeking out.
By the time she straightened, her face was flushed, and Brendan’s cock was straining against his zipper. “Put them on for me?”
Christ. It didn’t matter that the salesgirl could come in at any minute. Arrested as he was by those big, blue bedroom eyes, nothing mattered but her. Hell, maybe that would always be the case. Brendan let out a shuddering breath and went down on his knees. He started to open the waistband so she could step into them, but the little triangle of her panties absorbed his attention when he remembered she’d gotten waxed that morning.
Truthfully, he’d never given a thought to women’s . . . landscaping before. But ever since the first time he’d eaten Piper’s pussy, he’d craved hers. The way it looked, felt, tasted, the smooth succulence of her.
“Can I see?”
Almost shyly, she nodded.
Brendan tucked a finger in the center of her thong’s front waistband and tugged it down, revealing that teasing little split, the nub of flesh just pushing her lips apart. He swayed forward with a growl, pressing his face to the lush flesh and inhaling deeply. “This is mine.”
Her stomach hollowed on an intake of breath. “Yes.”
“Going to spoil you with my credit card now.” He kissed the top of her slit. “Then have you sit on my face and spoil you fucking rotten with my tongue later.”
“Brendan.”
He banded his arms around her knees when they dipped, using his upper body to lean her back against the dressing room wall. When he’d made sure she was stable, he urged her without words to step into the legs, one at a time. His hands scooted the denim up her calves, knees, and thighs, his mouth leaving kisses on the disappearing skin as he went. It hurt to drag the zipper up and hide her pussy away, but he did it, swirling his tongue around her belly button while engaging the snap.
He stood, turning Piper around so she was facing the mirror. He tugged her ass back into his lap so she could feel his hard-on, making her lips puff open, her neck go limp.
Through dazed eyes, she scanned her reflection, her attention on Brendan’s hand as it traveled down her stomach, his long fingers delving into the front waistband to grip her pussy roughly, earning him a shocked whimper. “Keepers. Definitely.”