Before Us (The Next Generation Book 3) Page 2

  “I said,” Sunny repeated, tightening his hold on Meadow’s hip, “that I want to bend you over this table, hike up this sexy as fuck dress, and make you beg for your daddy to come save you.”

  She grinned and patted his cheek. “Good boy.”

  A round of laughter erupted, but not from me. No. Instead, all I could do was stare with my jaw dropped, wishing I had even an ounce of her confidence. Holy fucking hell.

  “That, guys, is my sister. A class act and the queen of flirting,” Gigi teased, taking a swig of the beer I was trying to get her to stop drinking. She swayed in her seat.

  I grabbed the bottle from her and replaced it with a glass of water.

  She took a sip, frowned, stared at it, and shrugged before going back to drinking.

  I blew out a breath of relief.

  “She had too much to drink?” Jaron asked.

  “Yeah,” I answered. “She usually drinks wine, so I guess beer is hitting her harder.”

  “How are you getting home?”

  My head whipped around. I frowned. “Why?”

  Jaron’s jaw clenched. “I want to make sure you girls get home safely. I know you don’t live near here.”

  “Obviously,” I threw back at him. “We rented a cheap hotel for the night and will head back there after here. Alone,” I added.

  “Aww.” Sunny whispered something in Meadow’s ear. “Too bad.”

  “Well …” She grabbed her phone off the top of the table. “What’s your phone number?” she asked, placing her feet on the other man’s lap who sat beside them.

  Sunny took her phone from her, pressed a couple of buttons, then handed it back.

  “Perfect.” She gave him a wink.

  The longer time went on, the more anxious I became. The guys flirted and talked to Meadow, Gigi was trying hard not to pass out on top of the table, and Jaron kept rubbing his thumb back and forth on my arm. I wished I wasn’t wearing just a tank top and shorts. I wished I wasn’t there but then, at the same time, happy that I was.

  But I needed to get out of there. I needed to take a breath and think before I begged Jaron to come back to my place.

  Rising to my feet, I mumbled an excuse and hightailed it to the bathroom. I needed to put some distance between Jaron and me. I needed … God, who was I kidding? I needed him.

  Paris ruined me. Nothing had ever compared to our night together, but I still left him in the morning. Why? Why the hell did I do that? Because he scared me. My feelings for him scared me. Everything scared me. God, I was losing my mind.

  Tears rolled down my cheeks. I couldn’t believe I had fallen off my bike in front of the boys. God, how embarrassing.

  “Piper.”

  I sniffed, glancing up, and found Jaron hovering over me.

  “Are you okay?”

  The tears only poured harder at his question.

  He sighed, crouching in front of me. “Let me see.”

  I stuck out my leg.

  “Where does it hurt?”

  “Everywhere.” I pouted.

  He chuckled. Wrapping a hand around my calf, he bent my knee.

  A small gasp escaped me at the warmth rushing through me.

  “Does that hurt?” His eyes popped to mine, his brows narrowing.

  I quickly shook my head. If anything, he made it feel better.

  Much to my surprise, he leaned over and placed a soft peck on my knee. “Better?” he asked, glancing up at me.

  The only thing I could do was sit there and stare. What just happened? Jaron kissed my knee. Jaron Mercer. Just wait until I tell the girls this.

  The memory hit me fast. We had been just kids but that was when my crush for him strengthened. I had always had a tiny one on him before that moment, but when he checked to make sure I was okay, even though his friends would probably give him a hard time about it later, it sealed the deal for how I felt about him. But we had been kids. Nothing could come of our relationship. Could it?

  Once I reached the bathroom, I started pacing. I could do this. I could be in the same room as Jaron without wanting to jump him. I could be civil and not make a complete fool of myself. I had this.

  With my back to the door, the hairs on my nape tingled. A breath left me as a shadow loomed over me. This was it. This was what I wanted even though I had denied myself that right to just feel.

  In a quick move, Jaron spun me and crushed his mouth to mine.

  I sighed, taking his tongue deep between my lips. Circling my arms around his shoulders, I dug my fingers into his hair and forced him down harder on my mouth.

  He groaned, cupped my ass, and lifted me before carrying me into one of the stalls. Kicking the door closed, he slammed me up against it.

  I whimpered, deepening the kiss. He tasted like beer and spice, like he had chased a shot before meeting me in the bathroom.

  Placing me on my feet, he released my mouth and spun me around.

  Reaching a hand up, I touched my mouth. My lips tingled from his rough kiss.

  “It’s been a long five weeks without this pussy wrapped around my cock, Piper.” His deep voice slid over me, promising me endless orgasms.

  “You’ve kept count?” I asked, shocked that he would even care.

  “Of course.” He trailed his hand down my side. “I’ve dreamt of you ever since.”

  “I’m sure you had other pussy to satisfy you in the meantime,” I told him, pushing my ass back into his waist. The bulge in his jeans hinted at how much he was ready for me.

  “Nah, baby.” Jaron fisted my hair, tugging my head back, and sunk his teeth into the side of my neck. “You see, your pussy is like a damn drug. I had it once, and I want more. I would have had more too but you left.”

  I swallowed hard at the anger hidden in his voice. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  Jaron pushed my face up against the door with his arm pressed against the back of my neck. “No?” With nimble fingers, he undid the button of my shorts and pushed them down to just below my ass. “You have no idea what I’m talking about? How about I remind you then.”

  The clanking of his belt sent a nervous flutter racing through me.

  “Stick that ass out for me,” he demanded, landing a hard swat on my rear.

  I whimpered, arching into him.

  “That’s it. So fucking drenched too, baby.” His fingers brushed over my wet center before delving lower to my swollen clit.

  A shot of electricity raced up my spine.

  “Nice and hard.” Jaron pinched the bundle of nerves. “This tiny clit is begging for me to bite it. Isn’t it?”

  I gasped.

  “Tell me who’s been inside this body since me.”

  I couldn’t answer. If I did, he would have even more control. The truth was, I didn’t want anyone else. Jaron ruined me. That night in Paris destroyed me. And I found although he terrified me, I still wanted more.

  “Tell me, Piper,” he growled, pushing my face against the door. “Tell me who the fuck has been inside this body since me.” He pinched my clit harder.

  “No one,” I cried out, a fast release hitting me.

  “You’re lying.” Jaron released my clit and slammed his cock into me. “Aren’t you?”

  I swallowed a scream, meeting him thrust for violent thrust. “I’m not,” I whined.

  His assault on my body did nothing for the assault he was conducting on my heart.

  “So fucking good.” Digging his fingers into my hips, he powered into me. “Fuck, Piper, you have the tightest pussy ever. So hot. So wet.” He groaned. “Did you miss my cock?”

  “Yes,” I whispered, slapping my hands against the door and pushing back.

  “I bet you did. Did you think of me this whole time?”

  I did. God, did I ever think of him. I pushed him back hard, forcing him to fall from my body, and turned around. “I did, Jaron.” I pulled my shorts down my legs, leaving me in my wedges and tank top. “I thought of you when I touched myself. When I slid m
y fingers into my body. When I stroked my throbbing clit. I thought of you the whole fucking time.”

  His eyes darkened, a smirk spreading on his face. In a quick move, he was on me. With his mouth fused to mine and his hands in my hair, he fucked his way back into my body.

  “Jaron,” I whispered against his lips. “Please.”

  Leaning his forehead against mine, he held my head in place and picked up speed with his hips. “Come for me.”

  Our breathing picked up. The scent of sex wafted around us. It was perfect. It was ours.

  “Please.” I gripped his jacket, lifted my leg higher around his waist, and took him deeper.

  “Fuck, baby.” He shivered.

  “Harder.” I couldn’t take it. The pleasure. It was almost too much. He felt so damn good. I wanted more. “Please, Jaron.”

  “You’re so fucking greedy, Piper.” He reached between us, strumming my clit.

  I jumped, grabbing his hand. My body was oversensitive. I couldn’t handle it.

  “Don’t.” He fisted my hair. “You’re going to come and you’re going to come hard. You’re also going to walk out of here with my cum between your thighs and my scent on your skin.”

  “Yes, please.” I was hungry for it. For him. “Harder. Please fuck me harder.”

  A wicked grin spread on his face. His thumb rubbed my clit. “Come, Piper.”

  I moaned, rocking against him. “Faster.”

  Jaron kissed my forehead. “Come for me.”

  My body shook, my thighs trembling. A release rocked through me, pleasure exploding until stars danced in my vision. His name left my lips on a whisper when I really wanted to scream out how good he was making me feel. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. Because no one knew that he was fucking me. No one knew that we had sex in Paris. No one knew that I spent most of my life having a crush on him.

  And no one knew that I would leave him. Again.

  Piper

  JARON LEANED AGAINST the wall, watching me while I put my shorts back on and made myself look somewhat presentable.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said, running his fingers through his beard.

  I paused. “Y-you think I’m beautiful?”

  He nodded. “Why do you seem surprised?”

  I wasn’t sure. He hadn’t really given me compliments before. It was always crude. Not that I ever complained, of course.

  “I want to see you again.”

  I laughed, doing up my shorts. “Right.” He wasn’t a guy who dated and there was no way I was ready for that shit. I had heard stories of what my parents went through when they were our age. My dad had been a dick and pushed my mom away when she needed him most. I didn’t want that for myself.

  Jaron closed the distance between us and pinched my chin. “I don’t suggest doubting me right now.”

  “Or else what, Jaron? You got what you wanted. You can leave and head back to the city.”

  “I’m in town for a few more days, Piper.” He tilted my head back. “I will see you again.”

  Shoving my head out of his grip, I left the stall. “Unlikely.”

  “What the fuck is your problem? I didn’t see you pushing me away a moment ago when I was balls deep inside your soaked pussy.”

  I spun on Jaron, my stomach doing a flip as his cum dripped out of me. Ignoring it, I glared at him. “You know this could never work.”

  “I’m not fucking proposing to you, Piper. I want sex. I want a lot of sex. And your pussy is the tightest, snuggest one I have ever felt. And it tastes so mother fucking good that I’m addicted. Or is one cock not enough for you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

  My blood burned through me at what he was implying. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  “No?” He crossed his arms under his chest. “Let me rehash it for you then. Aiden and Ashton. Twins. You get drunk one night and are stuffed with both of their cocks. Does that sound about right?”

  Clenching my jaw, I stomped past him when he grabbed my arm. “Why do you fucking care?”

  “You see, Piper. I don’t care.” Jaron kissed my head. “I don’t give a shit who you fuck because I know you will always come crawling back to me.”

  He was lying. He had to have been. There was no way a guy like Jaron would ever share willingly.

  Pulling from his rough grip, I stormed out of the washroom and headed to where Meadow and Gigi sat.

  They both looked up and stood.

  “Sorry, boys. It’s girl time.” Meadow kissed both men’s cheeks she had been flirting with for the past half hour. “I’ll call you.”

  Without having to tell them, we left the bar. Much to the other bikers’ dismay, of course.

  Jaron’s words hurt. They cut deep because they were true. After a drunken binge, I was subjected to a delicious threesome, and with twins no less. But it wasn’t enough. It had never been enough, so I couldn’t stop sleeping with them. And then Paris happened, and I ended things with the twins.

  I hurt them even though it was supposed to be a one-time thing. My life was a mess, and tonight made it worse.

  My heart couldn’t afford to get caught up with Jaron. I couldn’t take it. But he had felt good. So damn good and I wanted more. I would always want more.

  And that scared the shit out of me.

  Jaron

  I STARED DOWN at Piper while I was deep inside her. Her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes bright and wild with lust. She gave as good as she got. My back was tender with the scratches she had given me.

  Ever since we were kids, I had felt the need to protect her. I wasn’t sure why. And once I found out she was sleeping with the twins by one of the twins himself, it took everything inside of me not to drive my fist through his face.

  But now, here we were. In Paris. Back at my hotel. Wrapped around each other.

  Sitting back on my heels, I pulled Piper up with me.

  Her body slid farther down my aching cock forcing a soft sigh to escape her mouth. She was so damn beautiful.

  Running my hands down the length of her spine, I took it slow, not wanting this moment between us to end any time soon.

  I made sure to memorize every inch of her. Her smell. Her taste. The way she felt. Her hands gripping my shoulders, her dark hair framing her beautiful face.

  I placed a soft peck on a freckle on the side of her tit. “You’re so fucking incredible,” I whispered, wrapping my lips around her nipple.

  She shivered.

  At this point, I knew. She was mine. Even though we were in another country and would have to deal with real life shit once we got home, I would make it my sole mission in life to have her at my side.

  That night so many weeks ago had sealed the deal for me. Piper Michaels was my weakness, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. But the man sitting across from me knew that.

  Price Davies was the mayor of this shithole town Piper and a few of my closest friends called home. I was thankful I grew up in the city even though it wasn’t much better.

  “What do you want, Price?” I asked the older man. He was pushing fifty but looked more like sixty thanks to the alcohol and drugs he consumed. He had called this meeting but was dragging it out, and it was starting to piss me off.

  “You know what I want.” Price sat back in the chair he planted his fat ass in and tented his fingers under his chin. The chair creaked beneath his weight, his protruding gut hitting the edge of the table.

  “I have unfinished business here.” And a tight hot pussy to fill. Over and over again. I wasn’t ready to leave without having Piper at least once more. Fuck that woman and what she did to me. So sweet. So damn perfect. So everything that I wasn’t.

  “Which pussy are you sniffing around?” Price chuckled, glancing around us. “I bet it’s one of those kids whose mamas are with that biker gang.”

  “They’re not a gang,” I bit out. “It’s a club. And who I’m sniffing around is none of your damn business. That’s not why we’re here.” My sex life was off limits
. I never kissed and told. Much like Piper, I kept my shit to myself. But when Ashton got drunk the last time I saw the twins and he spilled all, I made it my secret mission to search her out. She just didn’t know that.

  “There is someone.” Price smirked. “Isn’t there?”

  “Listen, old man.” I held my anger in check before I punched the mayor out. “Tell me what the fuck we’re doing here and why you insisted on this meeting.”

  “I want you out of my town.” Price snapped his fingers, signaling the waitress over. “Beer for me and get him whatever he wants.”

  “Nothing for me,” I told the young girl who was probably no older than sixteen. Girls like her were why we were actually in this town. “Thank you.”

  She nodded, spinning on her heel, but not before Price smacked her hard on the ass. She jumped, shooting him a glare.

  He raised an eyebrow, daring her to say something.

  But she was smart and didn’t. It was sad, really. Men like him should be shot and pissed on. And that would be something we would do. Once we had proof, of course. Word on the street was that the mayor and his son, Brody, were running a company in the porn industry and this club was just a ruse. I was a supporter of porn. Whatever tickled your fancy and shit. But when it came to barely-legal girls that was when I decided to take action and shut this shit down.

  I was an asshole, but I never touched something that didn’t belong to me. Piper.

  My dick stirred. Fuck. She wasn’t mine. At all. No. She belonged to the twins. As much as I didn’t like it, I couldn’t blame them.

  “Does she hang out with my son?” Price asked, scanning the area around us. He was like a disease, latching on to anything and everything.

  “Who’s your son?” It wouldn’t surprise me if Brody Davies hung out with Piper and her friends. It was a small town. Everyone grew up together and were almost forced to become friends whether they liked it or not.

  “Like you don’t know.” Price crossed his arms under his chest which lifted the bottom of his shirt even more, causing more of his protruding gut to appear.

  I did know, but like a good little boy, I played dumb. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”