The End of Us (Love in Isolation 3)

My jaw clenches at the reminder of hearing her only a few nights ago. Piper moaning and panting as she fingered herself to an orgasm is something I’ll never fucking forget.

An orgasm I wanted to taste.

“Show me,” I blurt out.

Her eyes snap to mine as a blush covers her cheeks. Then she lowers them down to my shorts and notices my cock bulging against the fabric. She arches a taunting eyebrow, then slides a hand between her thighs and swipes a finger through her lips.

I grind my teeth, keeping my hands to myself while contemplating swatting hers away so I can take control.

“I’ve been wondering if someone like you would be able to get me off…” she says, playing with her clit as she brushes two fingers over it. “I’m an expert at self-pleasure, but you’re all business and hardheaded. Surely, you won’t know how to do it.”

I nearly choke out a laugh, gripping the top of the wooden shower walls. My fists are ready to punch a hole in them if she doesn’t stop torturing me. “You’re hilarious.”

She shrugs, her breath hitching as she increases her pace. “Prove it then.”

“You don’t want to push me, Piper. I’m not gentle and am seconds away from taking what we both want. Put your swimsuit on and get inside the house.”

Piper sticks out her delicate tongue, slowly licking the edges of her mouth as her eyes roll back. Her hand moves faster, and by her heavy breathing, I can tell she’s close to coming all over herself.

“Watch me,” she demands. “Watch what you do to me.”

My gaze involuntarily lowers as I try to talk myself into leaving, but my feet stay planted.

She screams out in pleasure, her legs shaking as she rubs her clit faster, and when she nearly slips on the water, I catch her with one arm.

“Oh my God…” she mutters wildly before bringing two fingers to her mouth. Then she sucks on them with a deep groan.

And just like that, the thread fucking snaps.

Gripping the hair at the back of her head, I pull her toward me and capture her lips. She gasps at the sudden movement, but I keep her stable as I cage her against the wall.

“I want to taste your come,” I murmur, lowering my hand between her legs and scooping up her juices. Then I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck hard on them. “Fuck. You’re so sweet.”

“You like it?” she asks.

“Goddammit, Piper.” I bring our foreheads together, my cock screaming to be released and consumed by her. “One taste and I’m already fucking addicted.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

PIPER

Every part of my body is screaming finally the moment Tristan’s mouth and hands are on me. I knew he’d cave once he accepted our feelings were mutual. Understanding Tristan on a deeper level solidified my attraction to him. I know he’s hesitant, but exploring the chemistry between us is more than worth the consequences.

And Tristan’s willing to risk it all too.

“Goddammit, Piper. One taste and I’m already fucking addicted.”

His words are music to my soul, but I need more.

I turn off the water. “Please don’t just tell me what I want to hear. Only touch me if that’s what you want.”

“Look at me,” he demands, and I do. “You should know I’d never feed you bullshit. Every word I’ve said has been one-hundred-percent genuine. Never doubt that.”

I nod, appreciating his openness.

“Trust me, I wish I were strong enough to resist you, but it’s exhausting trying to stay away. I can’t fight it anymore.”

My heart pounds while the blood rushes to my ears, and my stomach fills with butterflies. “Thank God.”

Tristan cups my face, then crashes his mouth to mine. His tongue explores mine and steals my breath all at the same time.

“You’re shivering,” he murmurs. “We should go in.”

I frown, but he’s right. The fireworks will start any minute.

“Okay.” I push open the door, but Tristan quickly closes it.

“You’re naked.” He lowers his gaze to my breasts. “You can’t go out like that.”

“No one can see us from here.”

“Take my shirt.” He pulls it over his head, and I lick my lips at the sight of his chest and abs. “Stop staring and put it on.”

I chuckle at his arrogant tone and do what he says. It falls to my knees. “I’m keeping this, by the way.”

The corner of his lips tilts up slightly. “Ready?”

When I nod, Tristan takes my hand, then leads me to the house. He puts on his holster and grabs our stuff off the table, then opens the door. After he’s locked the door behind us, he unloads everything. I tell him I’m going to warm up in the bath.

“Wish you could join me…” I taunt, walking backward toward the stairs.

“I’ll be waiting for you right here.” He flashes me a wink that makes my clit throb.