Mikah thrust against her.
Ahh. Piper lifted her hips and rubbed against him. Arousal zoomed through her body, shifting her from delightful languor to active longing. She rubbed her tight nipples against his chest, which made the ache better for a moment, and then it intensified. Need flooded her core causing a hollow sensation. “Mmm.”
She dropped her head back and sucked in a deep breath. They were doing this, and all the delicious flames flickering through her were better than she’d imagined. “Yes.” Her voice came out husky and breathy.
His cobalt gaze heated and grew needy. “Yes, what? Piper?” Mikah flattened his palm over her lower abdomen and inched his fingers lower.
“Oh.” He was a tease. Piper cupped his bum and squeezed then ran her nails down to his thighs and back up. “Yes to everything, Mikah.”
Mikah murmured a grateful curse against her ear.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
What? No. Someone was at the door?
Mikah cursed again, this time in a pained tone. He sat up, crossed one arm over his bent knees, and shoved his other hand through his hair. “What?”
His father poked his head in, his eyes on the ceiling. “Couldn’t find my sons for a workout. Figured you’d be in here. You aren’t skipping a workout during the season, are you? That’s not how you win.”
Mikah stared straight ahead. “Let me get changed.”
Piper hopped out of bed. She wasn’t feeling great in last night’s clothes, but she wanted her host to see that she was wearing the same jeans and sweatshirt. Jeez, she wasn’t sixteen. What did it matter? Gah. If she was going to be hanged for sex, she wanted to have had the sex. Thoroughly had the sex. Without clothes. With orgasm.
Mikah rose and went to the door. He rubbed his temple.
“Come on, Mikah.” His dad lowered his voice to speak directly to his son, though she could hear every word. “With your mother and Lily under the same roof? Set an example. Time and place. And recognize what distractions look like.”
Piper didn’t relent. She kept walking. Have a look, virtue still intact. Not only that, she was the team’s Purity Minder. The babbling defensive words bubbled in her throat. She shoved them down.
Mikah met his father’s gaze. “Nothing happened.”
His dad shook his head. “Keep quiet about this with your mom, and get your brother up. I’ll blend the protein shakes.”
Mikah stomped across the hallway.
Piper kept following, this time to get Mikah to calm down a smidge before he woke the entire household and she had to face additional critical eyes. This was reason number one why she shouldn’t be living at home. Not that her parents would act like this. Still, she needed to check her bank balance. She’d move out. Mikah could check out her new adult place, bring her flowers, tryst in her private apartment with her.
Mikah threw open the door across the hall in practiced annoyed-sibling style. “Get up, Dad wants to work out.”
The bed bounced. The couple on top were tangled in an unexpected position. Zee on bottom, leather straps between his teeth. Francesca on top. Naked. Riding him. Jangling spurs on her heels. Sex toys bopping along with their rhythm on the mattress: a rabbit, a dildo, and other products she couldn’t name. The pink rubber dildo slithering toward the edge of the bed. Bounce. Bounce. The sex toy flopped to the hardwood floors and rolled, sliding to a stop against Mikah’s bare big toe. Bounce.
CHAPTER 15
Mikah let out a curse and backed up, slamming the door closed. Piper hopped back before he walked into her. Mr. Czerski shook his head. “You boys.” He strode toward the stairs. “Don’t tell your mother about this.”
Piper swallowed and slunk back into her guestroom.
Mikah followed, blinking, a flush high on his cheeks. “Need to get my shoes.” He scooped them and his socks from the floor without looking at her. “Sorry about that.”
“What would you even call that? Horseplay?” Her brain couldn’t process the images. “Is that a thing?” What were these northerners into? She wet her lips. That position was never going to be her thing. Did she need to warn him of that truth?
“BDSM.” Mikah stared at the window. “Can you keep their kinky shit on the downlow?”
Probably not. She went for honesty. “Not even Calista or Dahlia?”
Mikah shook his head. “No one. Ever.”
“We’ll see.” She didn’t sound that convincing, but what if they had caught her sibling like that, ugh, scrub her brain. “I won’t. I just…I mean…not to be judgy…but if anyone came at me with spurs, I’d be out of there. You should know that.”