The risk and urgency of the moment.
I’m actually quietly pleased I could hold off as long as I have.
“Reeve,” I gasp, gripped by something a hundred times more intense than any climax courtesy of his tongue or fingers.
A deep, internal wave rocks me to the core, making my essence run thick and hot, creaming on his cock and balls like I know he wants me to.
“That’s it,” he rasps, upping his tempo and reaffirming his grip on me.
Really fucking me now even though I’m coming.
“Come on my fat cock, Piper. Cream all over it,” he snarls.
Our bodies shift from the door to the nearest high surface. A thick, wooden table that he set me down on.
I lay back, my hair loose as he grabs a handful of it, the table a perfect height for him to fill me deeper.
“I want you to come inside me,” I gasp, still shuddering from my climax, his big muscular body eclipsing mine.
“Reeve!” I gasp again, suddenly aware of not only our noises but the noises from outside as well.
Reeve moves swiftly, flipping me so he can fuck me from behind.
My hands grip the edge of the hard surface, his own hardness inside me in a split second, making me putty in his hands. His grip on my hips is hard and rough and boy do I love it.
But I thought he could hear. I’m not the only one coming.
“Reeve,” I pant. “P-People,” I stammer, trying to get the words out, overwhelmed by the pleasure he’s wringing out of my body.
“Ah! Piper!” he groans, gripping my hips so hard, and with one final thrust, he fills me balls deep as he explodes inside me, taking me over the edge with him.
My second orgasm kicks up a notch from sublime to out of this fucking world.
The room spins, and the noise outside seems suddenly far away.
Only once I feel Reeve’s body heave from mine, his sweat dripping onto my back and my thighs drenched in our efforts does everything come back into focus.
Luckily for us, when he had me up against the door, he locked it with my ass shifting up and down on it.
Now?
Now we’re both aware of the ancient handle being rattled, followed by loud knocking and way too soon, the rattle of a heavy bunch of keys.
“Shit,” Reeve snarls, jumping into action and picking me up quickly. Ordering me to make myself decent.
“No one but me gets to see you like this,” he growls, his lip curling into a smile, despite our situation.
My eyes are wide with fear, embarrassment, and even shame for a moment, but that look.
That Reeve Bannon ‘The Cannon’ look.
He tells me with one glance that he’s not only the master of this situation, but any we’ll face together from now on.
The door suddenly swings open.
Reeve has his hand on me, steadying me as I only just manage to cover myself in time.
A shocked priest, Denise, and worse yet…
My mom and Rhys stand open-mouthed, shocked by what they’ve heard and can now see for themselves.
Oops.
I guess they came back for something.
But Reeve kept his word.
He’s claimed me after their wedding alright and I’m no longer that scared, awkward, or even angry girl.
I’m a woman now.
Reeve’s woman.
His.
Chapter Twenty-One
Reeve
I hear them.
I sensed them long before they burst in on us, but my word is my word.
I promised to claim Piper and fill her with our baby as soon as Rhys and her mom were married and on their honeymoon.
Could it have been in a more romantic setting?
I guess.
But could it have waited a moment longer?
No fucking way.
The moment, the crucial timing of her readiness for what I have to give her doesn’t take orders from things like where we happen to be. And neither do I.
She’s perfect.
Her body, mind, and soul are all perfect and once all of her meets all of me in the best way possible, we both know this is right.
This is who we both are now.
Us.
I could try explaining that to the priest who finally managed to unlock the heavy wooden door, but he looks faint suddenly, crossing himself.
Next, I observe Denise close to the priest, gripping him in a way that tells me she’d be doing the same with him right now given half the chance.
And finally, but by no means least, and shocking me for a moment is Rhys.
My oldest, dearest friend with his new bride at his side, Clara Conner.
Rhys’s face is a mix of ‘what the fuck?’ and ‘Bro. You fully just hit that… Ooh-rah!’
Once a Marine, always a Marine.
His new wife, Piper’s mom, isn’t too pleased.
But what interests me most is how calm she is with just a slight frown on her face. She’s not losing her shit right now, even though we can all sense it boiling under the surface.
“I think we’ll leave you all alone,” the priest mutters, practically dragging Denise away from what must look like a two-car pile-up, a fatality of two souls in his own mind.