Before Us (The Next Generation Book 3) Page 4

  I scoffed, finding that hard to believe.

  “You don’t believe me?”

  “Why should I?” I grabbed his hand, removing it from between my legs. “You’ve said that my pussy is the only one you want and yet it’s been a week since the bar and this is the first time I’m seeing you. Why?”

  “I’ve had to lay low for a few days. I wasn’t lying when I said that the mayor wants us out of town. Besides, why do you care? Are you wanting a relationship?”

  “What?” My cheeks burned. “I never said that. I just … I …” I huffed.

  “Look, I know you’ve been with the twins for a while. I’m not stupid and people talk. So I figured you’re not ready for a relationship. Am I ready? I have no fucking idea. But I do know that I want sex and a lot of it.”

  “You said that already.” I stared out the window.

  “It’s the truth.”

  “Sex is dangerous,” I murmured.

  “Yeah, baby. It can be.” He linked his fingers in mine, holding my hand in my lap.

  My heart jumped at the gentle touch. Especially coming from him. “What are we doing?”

  “Fucking.” He squeezed my hand. “It’s just sex, Piper. I know you can handle that. You did it with the twins.”

  The twins were different. I didn’t feel for them what I felt for Jaron, but those feelings terrified me. He could break my heart.

  “I broke it off after Paris,” I confessed. “I felt guilty even though I wasn’t committed to them.”

  “You shouldn’t feel guilty. You weren’t in a relationship.”

  “Maybe.” I brushed my thumb over the back of his hand. His tanned skin was a contradiction to my pale form. “Why did we wait until Paris?”

  “Because you were fucking Aiden and Ashton. Or I guess they were fucking you.”

  “No.” I leaned my head against the window. “You fuck me. They … they weren’t dominant like you are.”

  “They didn’t please your tasty pussy, Piper? Is that what you’re saying to me?”

  “Why do you have to make everything dirty or crude?” I pushed his hand out of my lap and faced the front.

  “You like it. That’s why.” Jaron grabbed my hand.

  “Stop.” I shoved out of his grip.

  “Don’t fucking push me away, Piper.” He cupped my hand. “We may only be fucking but you belong to me. You aren’t satisfied by anything else. Isn’t that right?”

  “Where are you taking me?” I asked, instead of answering him.

  “To my aunt and uncle’s place. I need to talk to them about Brody and find out what they know.”

  “What they know?” I knew Coby and Brogan Porter used to be informants in a way. If that was what you could even call them. But as far as I knew, they were retired.

  “Yeah, Piper.” Jaron brushed his thumb back and forth over my palm. “I remember when you got this scar,” he said, running his thumb over the soft pink line that was slashed across my palm.

  I laughed as the memories rushed forth. “Me too. I was trying to impress you and the guys,” I confessed.

  He chuckled. “I think it worked. For me anyway.” He winked.

  I gave him a small smile, my cheeks burning. “I also remember all of our parents freaking out. I think my dad was more upset than my mom.”

  “Well you did cut yourself on glass,” Jaron reminded me.

  “True.” I turned to him, curling my leg under me. “You guys all did it first.” They had broken beer bottles against something hard, trying to be cool. I did the same and ended up cutting myself. “But I didn’t cry.”

  “I think that’s what impressed me most.”

  I shrugged. “I’m not a crier.”

  “No.” He cupped my calf. “I guess you aren’t.”

  ***

  (Jaron)

  She was difficult and driving me fucking crazy. But I found that I liked it. Although I had said it was just sex, both of us knew that it was more than that.

  Cyrus and Sammy couldn’t find any more information than we already knew. The mayor was good at covering his tracks. I had to give him that.

  As my fingers linked with Piper’s, I couldn’t help but wonder what would come of this. Piper wasn’t easy like most of the women I had been with. Even though it didn’t take long to get her into my bed when we were in Paris, she sure as hell wasn’t letting me into her heart. Did I want her to? I wasn’t sure anymore, but I did know that I would fuck her for as long as both of us needed.

  Aiden and Ashton wouldn’t get in the way. No matter what I had to do, she would be mine.

  Again.

  Piper

  “BROGAN’S RETIRED. THEY both are. Aren’t they?” Our parents didn’t talk much about what they did before us kids were born but stories went around about Brogan and Coby. She was a bad ass when she was our age. But that was all we knew.

  “Doesn’t matter,” Jaron said. “I need to talk to them because I need them to watch over all of you. They’ll talk to Creena and Stone and they’ll do the same thing. Until I can figure this shit out about Brody.”

  “What has Brody done to make you leery of him?”

  “Nothing we’ve been able to prove yet,” Jaron muttered.

  “Were you watching me this whole time?” I asked him as we pulled down a gravel road. I realized then that we were no longer in town.

  “I was, or I had someone else watching you. But either way, you were being watched.”

  “Why?” This side of Jaron threw me off. I wasn’t sure how to take it, but I knew that if he kept this up, I could fall, and I could fall damn hard. Oh, who the hell was I kidding? I had already fallen.

  “I had to make sure you were okay when I wasn’t around.” He shrugged. “That’s the truth, Piper. You can take it however you want.”

  “Why would you care what happens to me? If this is just sex and all.” The car suddenly came to a complete stop and the next thing I knew, I was back in Jaron’s arms.

  “Say that to me again,” he growled, inching his hands beneath the hem of my dress.

  “You told me it was just sex.” I brushed my thumb over his bottom lip. “Is that not correct? Were you worried that something would happen to me? Do you actually care about me, Jaron?”

  With a tug, he snapped the sides of my panties. “I like you, Piper. Is it just sex? You bet your sweet ass it is because I know that’s all either of us can handle right now. But yes, I care about you. Of course I care about you. Paris fucked me up. It fucked me up in ways I never knew were possible. You’re the first woman I’ve ever continued sleeping with.”

  “We haven’t done much sleeping.” I shivered, enjoying the feel of his rough calloused hands on my lower body.

  “No. I guess we haven’t.” His eyes moved back and forth over my face. He stared. He stared to the point I could feel him reaching into my soul and finding out all of my dark and dirty secrets. Secrets that I wanted to share with only him.

  “Have you fucked anyone else?” I murmured, running my fingers through his hair.

  “No.”

  I leaned back, raising an eyebrow. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

  “I don’t give a shit if you believe me or not. Before you, I had pussy lined up and ready to bounce on my dick, but it’s not my thing anymore since you introduced me to your cunt.” He brought my panties between us, swiping his thumb over the crotch of it. “So no, I have not fucked anyone else, Piper.”

  My body buzzed.

  “Looks like our moment earlier really turned you on.” His gaze locked with mine. “I never pegged you for someone who likes pain.”

  “Neither did I,” I whispered, my eyes widening when he brought the ripped fabric of my thong up to his nose and inhaled.

  A soft rumble left his chest.

  “I don’t mean to be rude, but I find this very hard to believe,” I said, needing to distract myself. “And if you don’t want a relationship, what the hell are we doing? We’re only fucking each other.
Isn’t that a relationship?”

  Jaron unbuckled his belt and pulled out his swollen cock.

  My mouth watered.

  He chuckled. “Hop on, baby.”

  “We’re in the middle of no—” Jaron lifted me to my knees and dropped me down the length of him.

  I sighed, a low moan escaping the back of my throat.

  “Fucking perfect.” He kept his arm around me, thrusting his hips up and down. “Shit, I can’t get enough of this tight pussy.”

  “Jaron,” I whined, trying to move but his hold on me was too strong. He was in full control as he fucked me hard and deep.

  “Do you love the twins? Do you miss being with them?”

  “What?” I asked, my eyes widening.

  “Do you love them?” he asked, in between thrusts. “I need to know, Piper. They’re competition. If they weren’t my friends, I would have taken them out already.”

  “Why are you asking me this now?”

  “Because you’re in the most vulnerable position, Piper.” Jaron lowered me at the same time as he pushed into me.

  I gasped for breath at how deep he was inside me. “I can’t …” I shivered.

  “Tell me.” He pinched my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Do you love them?”

  “No,” I whined, struggling against him. He either needed to move or stop this shit. It fucked with my head. I couldn’t handle him.

  “Tell me why you ended it. Why you really ended it.”

  Something inside of me snapped. I grabbed his hands from my hips and lifted myself off his cock before slamming back down.

  He shouted out, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

  “I ended it because they don’t compare to you,” I told him, circling my fingers in his. “I don’t want a relationship. I did that shit with them and it fucked me up. Is that what you want to hear, Jaron? You want to hear how all this time, even before them, I craved sex. I needed it and even both of their cocks couldn’t do anything.” I leaned forward, licking along his bottom lip. “But your cock is bigger.”

  “Fuck,” he breathed.

  “Fatter.” I sunk my teeth into his lip. “I’ve never come so damn hard.”

  A wicked grin spread on his face. “My cock is all that you’ll ever crave.” Fisting my hair, he tugged my head back and thrust up and up. “This pussy won’t come unless it’s me fucking it. Isn’t that right, Piper?”

  I swallowed hard. I wanted him to stop. To just make me come and leave me alone. But I couldn’t stop myself. One look from him and I was panting at his feet, begging him to do whatever he pleased to me. It was never like this with the twins. Although what we had wasn’t conventional, it was far more vanilla than what I shared with Jaron. All he had to do was talk to me and flash those sexy as hell dimples and I was done.

  “Come, Piper. Squirt this sweet honey all over me.” Jaron started stroking my clit.

  The pleasure increased, forcing cries from my lips. My body shook. My thighs burned. But I couldn’t stop. The pain. It was so fucking good. “More,” I whispered, my eyes fluttering closed as the ecstasy shot through me and left my mouth on a scream.

  Jaron crushed his mouth against mine, forcing his tongue between my lips and stole the rest of my cries. He took my very breath.

  “Fuck, baby.” His eyes were dark, billowing with a lust that I craved just the same. “I’m ready to splash my cum against the walls of this pussy.”

  I shivered, his words so damn vulgar and hot all at the same time.

  His body shuddered, his release shooting deep inside me. We didn’t use a condom. We never used condoms.

  “We don’t use condoms,” I said, voicing my thoughts.

  Sitting up straighter, he cupped my head and stared intently into my eyes. “Do I look like I give a fuck?” His hand brushed over my lower belly. “I know you’re on the pill. Aren’t you?”

  I nodded, my skin tingling under the mere intensity of him.

  “Did you use condoms with the twins?”

  I laughed, pushing him back, and slid off his dick. “You would like that, wouldn’t you?” I left the car, righting my dress and made myself look somewhat presentable before having to face his aunt and uncle.

  “Answer the damn question, Piper.” Jaron slammed the driver’s side door shut, peering at me over the hood of the car. “Tell me.”

  “That’s none of your business,” I threw back at him. “You already know too much because Ashton has a big fucking mouth.” Whenever he drank, he kissed and told.

  “Oh, it is my business, Piper. Especially when my boys are currently swimming inside your tight little body.”

  “God.” I threw my hands up in the air. “Just once I would like to have a normal conversation with you. Do you think we can do that? Huh, Jaron? No. Probably not. Because you have to turn everything around and make it all about you and sex. I like sex. Alright? Thank you for making me feel like a fucking slut by bringing the twins into our shit all the damn time. If you want me to hate you, you’re doing a wonderful fucking job of it.” I stormed past him and headed in the direction of his aunt and uncle’s house. My blood boiled, my heart pounding hard in my ears. Much to my surprise, Jaron didn’t fight me. He did run to catch up with me but, other than that, he didn’t say anything.

  I found that hurt a bit, and I couldn’t figure out why. I was confused. So damn confused. I wasn’t ready for a relationship, but I also didn’t want to fuck anyone else but Jaron. It didn’t make sense. Add to the fact he wasn’t sleeping with anyone else either, and I was a complete mess.

  “My uncle can contact a friend about Brody,” Jaron eventually said, breaking the silence as we stopped in front of Brogan and Coby’s front door. “Find out what his deal is.”

  “What happened to make you guys not trust him?” I asked him. Was this it? Were we actually having an adult conversation without arguing or fucking?

  “His father is into some shady shit. He’s a slimy fucker but of course, we haven’t been able to pinpoint anything on him. I’ll tell you more when I know. I promise.” Jaron pushed a strand of hair behind my hair. “With him being the mayor and all, it’s been hard but I’m stubborn.”

  I swayed toward him, a hot shiver racing down my spine at the gentle contact.

  “Hmm …” He licked his full mouth, brushing a finger down the length of my jaw. My skin erupted into tiny goose bumps. “So damn perfect.”

  “Jaron,” I whispered.

  He pushed me back, hooking his other arm around my middle and pulling me flush against him. “What you said just now.” He kissed the side of my neck. “It’s not about me. It’s never been about me, Piper.”

  I swung my arms around his neck, holding him against me. “Then what is it?”

  “It’s everything. Nothing. It’s confusing. I’m confused. Alright?”

  My heart stuttered at this side of him I had never seen before. “I’m confused too. I like you. I like you a lot but that scares me. I don’t want a relationship. Or … I don’t think I do anyway. But …”

  “Do you want more, Piper?” he asked, cupping my cheek.

  “I don’t know but I do know that I only want you. That scares me too because I know you could hurt me.”

  “I would never hurt you, baby,” he muttered, pulling me tighter against him. It was so damn tight, it was like he was trying to pull me inside him. It was hard to breathe but I found that I didn’t care. This moment, this moment right here with him, was what I needed.

  “Maybe not intentionally.” I ran my fingers through the hair at his nape. “But you could. I don’t think I could handle that.”

  He lifted his head, staring down at me. “I know you like the twins. Even though you told them it was over, you obviously still care about them.”

  “I do. I’m not going to lie and say I don’t but this … this is different.”

  “How?”

  “Because I don’t feel for them what I feel for you,” I confessed.

  “Ho
w do you feel about me?” Jaron asked, his voice lowering. “Tell me, Piper. Tell me everything.”

  “I—”

  Suddenly, the door swung open.

  I jumped, pushing away from Jaron, but he only stood there with a cocky smirk on his face. Clearing my throat, I gave myself a shake.

  “Hey, guys.” Brogan leaned her head out the door. She smiled at both of us. “I thought I heard voices. Come in.” She stepped back, holding the door open for us.

  I stepped into the house with Jaron following me. My body burned. I turned, giving him a glare. “Stop staring at my ass,” I muttered, low enough for only him to hear.

  “Can you feel my cum dripping down your inner thighs, Piper? Do you want to wipe it up with your panties that I have in my pocket? No?” He kissed my cheek. “Didn’t think so.” And with that, he walked farther into the house.

  I swore this man was going to give me whiplash. One moment he was sweet and caring, and the next he was a douche. I wasn’t sure which part of him I was attracted to more.

  “You good?”

  My gaze snapped to Brogan’s, my cheeks burning. “Uh … yeah.”

  She shook her head, a soft smile splaying on her face. “Be careful with that one.”

  “What do you mean?” I followed her to the end of the hall.

  “His dad can be an asshole, but Jaron?” She laughed. “Yeah, he’s way worse. He’ll make a perfect president for their club.” She sighed and walked into the living room, leaving me to my own thoughts.

  It was odd in a way how we, as kids, saw our parents in a different way than their friends. I never would have guessed that Greyson was an asshole. He had always been nice to me, but I had a feeling that was mostly his wife’s doing.

  Taking a deep breath, I headed into the living room and found Jaron standing with his uncle. He caught my gaze, something flashing behind his eyes but other than that, his face was impassive.

  “Your dad told us that you’re not allowed in town,” Coby said, sitting at the dining room table. The large man looked pointedly between both Jaron and me. “I have no issues with bikers and what you all do. Skirting the law and shit. Hell, my wife and I …”