25
PIPER
He thought I didn’t catch the “wife-beater” comment from earlier, but he was wrong. I’d heard it and, after a few moments, realized what he was inferring. At first, I hadn’t known what to think about it, but the longer it played through my head, the more I warmed to the idea.
Maybe it was insanity to consider my relationship with Cannon turning into something that committed, but imagining my future without him at my side just wasn’t possible. If I was truly honest with myself, I would admit that over the years, my hate for him had slowly changed into a crush that I never assumed would go further.
But more recently, it had evolved even more.
I might love Cannon Cage.
The moment the possibility entered my head, I held my breath, waiting for the panic to set in. But instead, all I felt was an intense sensation of rightness.
Paps were staked out outside Cannon’s building, so Marcus pulled into the parking garage and let us out by the elevator. The entire day had been a circus, and I could only hope it calmed down soon. Fuck, the entire tour had been one bad event after another. From Robbie’s bullshit to David stealing Trinity’s panties and forcing her to deal with her ex. Then there was that whole situation at the club, and now this crap.
I’d joked with Trinity about burning sage on all the tour buses, but maybe I needed to use that stuff like incense twenty-four seven for the rest of the tour.
Hand in hand, Cannon and I took the elevator up to his apartment. Neither of us spoke. Me, because every time I opened my mouth, he shushed me. Him, because he seemed lost in his own head. The day’s events had been hard on him, and I could tell what had happened was already haunting him.
Wanting nothing more than to make him forget, I waited until the door closed behind us and then pulled him over to the couch.
“I need a shower,” he said but still sat when I pushed at his shoulders. Grabbing one of the throw pillows, I dropped it on the floor and used it to cushion my knees as I kneeled in front of him.
He couldn’t hide his instant reaction to me on my knees in front of him. “Pipes,” he growled. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I know,” I whispered, earning a glare for speaking. “But I want to.”
“I don’t—”
“You said I have all the power,” I reminded him. “And right now, I need that more than you realize.”
He didn’t know everything that had happened with Laurence. When I’d run to tell him about the attack, I’d left out the part where the sonofabitch had told me to get on my knees and blow him. Laurence tried to take my power away, but Cannon had promised that I was the wielder when it came to us.
And I desperately needed that to be true.
Swallowing hard, Cannon stood and lifted me into his arms. “You can have what you want, but in the shower. There’s no way I’m letting you put that pretty mouth on me when I’m covered in filth.”
I speared my fingers into his hair, pulling him in for a kiss as he carried me into the bedroom and then the adjoining bathroom. His teeth nipped at my bottom lip before he put me on my feet and turned on the shower. Then he was stripping us both, refusing to allow me to help.
The instant we were both naked, he took my hand and guided me into the stall. Without wasting time, he started soaping up, wanting to wash away every trace of the day from his body so I didn’t sully my mouth.
Grabbing the body wash, I poured some into my palm and rubbed it over his chest. I traced each hard cut of his muscles with my fingers, down to his navel and then farther. We both watched as I wrapped my hand around his cock as much as possible and began to stroke, washing him as I jerked him off.
He leaned back against the tiled wall and locked his knees. I paid extra attention to every last inch, tracing my nails over the pulsing veins along his impressive shaft. When I reached his balls, I added a little more body wash to my hand and massaged the soap into them, earning me a guttural groan from him.
“Feels so good.”
Looking up at him through my lashes, I took the detachable shower head and rinsed him, making sure all the suds were washed away before dropping to my knees. Wrapping both hands around the base, I licked around the mushroomed tip, licking away water and a trace of precome.
“Fuck.” He rolled his head to the side, and his lashes lowered to half-mast as he watched me take the first few inches into my mouth. His girth stretched my lips and cheeks, and I took as much as I could until the tip touched the back of my throat. “Easy,” he urged, probably thinking I would gag.
Unable to grin with my mouth so full, I let my eyes tell him of my amusement as I took him a little deeper and then swallowed, taking an inch of him down my throat. Then my sore tissues protested, reminding me of the damage I’d sustained, and I quickly pulled back until the tip barely grazed my tonsils.
A flash of Laurence trying to push me to my knees filled my vision for a second, but I quickly shook it away and concentrated on making Cannon come. That bastard had tried hard to take away my power, but Cannon was already giving it back.
Cannon’s knees almost buckled, and he seemed to steel his spine so he didn’t fall on his ass in front of me. His hands clutched at the wall, but there was nothing for him to hold on to. Releasing the base of his cock, I took hold of his hands and guided them to the back of my head, urging him to hold on to my hair while I fucked him with my face.
“So fucking beautiful,” he moaned. “So perfect.”
The fingers of one hand didn’t fully wrap around his base, but I tightened my grip and jacked what I couldn’t fit into my mouth. As soon as my throat was healed, I would show him the full extent of how much I could take of him. I cupped his balls in my other hand, rolling and massaging, tugging them down every now and then when I thought he was getting too carried away so that we could prolong the blow job for as long as I wanted.
I loved watching him as I brought him pleasure. The way his abs flexed with each shuddery breath, the way his mouth dropped open as if his jaw was unhinged and he couldn’t close it. But it was the blaze of need in his eyes that made me so wet, my own desire dripped down my bare thighs, mixing with the shower water.
His fingers alternated between clutching at my hair and petting me when he thought he was getting too rough. I could feel the remorse in his gentle touch and the desperation in his grip. The two conflicting emotions only spurred me on, wanting to give him pleasure.
Wanting to be the best he’d ever had.
“Please,” he begged. “I’m so close, sugar.”
I released my hold on his balls and began stroking him with both hands, my grip tightening more and more with each bob of my head. Looking up at him, I saw his eyes become unfocused, and I twisted my wrists, giving each stroke a little extra something.
Hearing the change in his breathing, I popped him out of my mouth, but I continued to jerk him off as his release splashed across my face and down my chest.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he chanted.
Breathing labored, he grabbed hold of my arms and pulled me to my feet, hugging me to his shaking body as the water continued to rain down on us. My ear was pressed to his chest, and I could hear how hard his heart was beating.
“Do I get to return the favor?” he husked at my ear. “I’m dying to taste that sweet pussy, Pipes.”
“Later,” I rasped, cuddling into him. “I want our date.”