Abandon Ship (Anchored 4)

“Okay.”

“Lift your arms,” I tell her. For a minute, I think she’s going to protest. I think she’s going to say something about her modesty, about how I shouldn’t try to be getting into her pants, but she doesn’t, and that’s when I realize Piper is absolutely, totally worn out. She’s been dealing with everything on her own for so long, but this really is too big for her. That’s fine.

That’s what I’m for.

Piper doesn’t have to go through hell by herself. She has friends. She has me. Together, we’re going to get her through this, one step at a time.

Step one.

She raises her arms, and I pull her tank top off. Her breasts bounce free, and Piper watches me as I look at her for the first time. I’ve seen Piper play at the dungeon before, but it’s all been very casual, and she’s never taken her top off when I’ve been there.

“You’re beautiful,” I whisper.

Step two.

I untie her pajama pants and push them down, over her hips. She reaches for me, holding onto me for balance as she steps out of her pants.

“You’re beautiful,” I promise her.

Step three.

I step closer to Piper and slide my fingers under the band of her panties. I push those down and they, too, slide to the floor.

“You’re beautiful,” I tell her once more.

Then I take a step back and I begin to undress myself. She’s silent as she watches me. I take my glasses off first, placing them on her counter. Then my shirt, my socks, m pants, and my boxers come off. I’m naked before her, and I don’t bother hiding the fact that I’m completely hard for her.

I’m completely hard for Piper Queen. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life, and I’m about to climb into the shower with her. She steps forward then, and places her hands on my chest. I don’t move. I’m worried that if I move, I’ll scare her away. I’m worried that if I breathe too fast, if I shift even a little bit, that she’ll stop touching me.

And oh, I don’t want Piper Queen to stop touching me.

She steps forward once more. This time, she slides her hands around my neck and presses her breasts firmly against my chest. My cock pushes against her belly as she leans up on her tip-toes and whispers against my lips.

“Maddox Blake, I want you.”

Then she kisses me, and my heart soars.

Chapter 7

Piper

Maddox Blake tastes like sunshine.

Hope.

Strength.

He doesn’t seem to mind that I’m dirty and tired and worn down. He doesn’t seem to mind that we’re in my messy upstairs bathroom. He doesn’t seem to mind anything except the fact that we haven’t done this already.

Why, oh why, haven’t I kissed him before this moment?

I run my hands up and down his hard chest as we kiss. His tongue glides over mine like he’s playing an instrument he’s played so many times before, like he’s practiced this duet over and ove

r in his head. He kisses me like he means it, and I know that right now, Maddox Blake means it.

Before I can get swept away, before I can get too filled with lust, he pulls away.

“No,” I mew in protest, but he just presses his lips to my forehead.