Take the Fall (Take the Fall, #1)(52)

“I love you, Seth.” Then I kiss him.





Chapter 18





Seth


“Good morning, beautiful,” I say, lifting Rowan’s leg and sliding into her wet heat from behind. We’re lying on our sides, her plump ass against my groin. She tightens around me, and I increase my speed.

“Morning.” She turns her head slightly, mouth meeting mine.

Our tongues slide against each other as I let her leg fall back on my thigh. She sucks on mine, and I nip at her in return. There’s nothing like Rowan in this world. Nothing like waking up with her in my bed. Nothing like making love to her every morning.

I cup her breast, teasing a tight nipple until she cries out. Her skin is smooth and soft against me, her long blond hair falling over her shoulders and exposing her neck. I kiss her there, tenderly.

“I love you,” I say.

She arches back, sending my cock deeper inside of her. Her arms twine around me, thrusting her breasts out.

“I love you, too,” she moans and I grin against her neck.

Then I push her onto her stomach, spread her thighs wider, and pound into her for all she’s worth. I watch as her ass cheeks jiggle. Her mouth opens with a moan. I reach under her, finding her swollen and so damn wet for me that I lean down and bite her shoulder. That sets her off. She starts convulsing around my cock, milking it, until I can no longer hold back my orgasm. I roar her name, gripping her hips so tightly that she’ll have marks later.

As I pull out of her, she’s already starting to turn, holding out her arms to take me in them. “You know what today is, don’t you?” she asks, the words teasing my skin and making my heart pound.

Today marks seven weeks of living in Forrestville with Rowan. Seven weeks of being her man, of worshipping the ground she walks on, and taking care of her needs. “I do.” I kiss the top of her head.

“So ask me,” she orders, propping her elbows up on my chest.

I gently caress her cheek and push her sunshine-colored hair out of her face. Then I show her the ring I’ve kept with me for the past three months.

“Will you let me take care of you always?”

The most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen curves the corners of her mouth. In it I see salvation and forgiveness from the woman I hurt the most, and would die before ever hurting again.

“Yes.”





Epilogue





Jase


I can’t stop staring at her. It’s like a sickness or maybe an addiction. Either way, I’m f*cked when it comes to not noticing Piper Ross.

She’s one of those girls who gives off a don’t-touch-me vibe, but for a guy like me, Don’t touch means touch as often as possible. Don’t look means gazing at her with a hunger I can’t satisfy no matter how many women I f*ck. They’re not her.

And it pisses me the hell off.

Piper smiles when she catches me looking at her. It’s a sweet smile, full of innocence. I don’t do well with innocence. By the time I’d get done with her, she’d be as filthy as me. Which is why we won’t ever happen, no matter how hungry I stay for her. No matter how hot it was when she watched me with another woman while I imagined it was her mouth on my cock, not some coked-out stripper’s.

No matter—

“Hi, Jase,” Piper says, moving closer. There is a confidence in her walk I have never seen before. Her short pink skirt and white sleeveless top make her look exactly like dessert. Like some kind of erotic Neapolitan sundae. My favorite kind of ice cream. Mostly because I’m a greedy bastard who doesn’t think I should be confined to one of anything.

Instead of leaving like I should, I move over on the bench to make room for her to sit beside me. Though she won’t dare. She never does.

“Hello, Piper. Enjoying the party?”

“Yes. It was fun decorating and keeping it a secret from Rowan. Thank you for letting me use your house,” she says.

Piper might be the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen, but she’s also the most timid. She’s gotten better. Now when she sees me, we can actually carry on a conversation longer than two words.

It’s not because she’s stupid, either. I know for a fact she’s a college graduate. She helps kids in her free time. The neighborhood she drives to is pretty shitty, and she’s volunteering at night now, so I’ve…well, I’ve been following her. To make sure she’s safe.

“Anytime you want, baby doll.”

Piper sits down beside me, her breast accidentally brushing against my arm, and I have to grit my teeth. “Sorry,” she mumbles, all that confidence melting away along with her smile. She makes to scoot aside, but I grab her thigh. Her bare thigh.

“Don’t apologize, and don’t move.” I flash her an easygoing smile. One that’s in direct conflict with my body. And my brain. My brain’s trying to figure out how to get her to straddle me so I can touch both thighs—to feel that hot, silky bare skin underneath both of my palms.

“Okay,” she says, her body going rigid.

I jerk my hand away. I have no business touching her. None at all. Obviously, she doesn’t want me to touch her, either, or she wouldn’t have that look on her face. The one that says You’re a disgusting pig.