giving him this. With a growl, he thrusts at full speed and shudders, forcing his tongue into my mouth as he releases. I try to stop myself but it’s useless and I shatter with him, his hungry kiss swallowing my unauthorized ecstatic moans.
Isaac lets out a laugh when I’m finished, gently lowering our bodies to the cold tiled floor. “I wanted to fuck you in a soft, warm bed,” he sighs. “What is it with us and kitchens?”
“I don’t know,” I giggle. “Sorry I came again.”
“Aw, Maya, you know I don’t care. Do you feel okay?”
“A little light headed,” I admit. “But, I’m fine. That was a pretty rough one, too.”
“Yeah, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back once I got inside you again. Why do you think I’ve been so strict for the last few days?” The oven timer dings across the room as he covers my face and chest in slow, gentle kisses. “Are you hungry for real now?” he asks.
“A little bit, yeah.”
“If I get more than three bites of actual food into you, it was totally worth the risk of oxygen deprivation,” he laughs.
I force myself to eat five mouthfuls just to see that look of satisfaction on his face. After he thoroughly sanitizes the kitchen, we cuddle in a booth and look out at the city lights dancing on the water.
He gently asks me to call Piper again. It’s endearing that he’s so worried about her, but it’s better if I don’t. The longer I go without contacting her, the more likely she’ll be to take one of Jace’s calls. It’s cruel, but if I don’t play it this way, she’ll never speak to him again out of principle and she’ll regret that, even if she won’t admit it.
10
Jace
I call her constantly even though I know she won’t answer. There’s nothing else to do except keep trying. It rings over and over until I finally hear Piper’s voice, but it’s just a recording. I’d leave a message, but Isaac said that it’s not a very good idea and he’s right.
It’s been six days since that stupid party, nine since the last time I saw her. Maya won’t call her and as much as I appreciate her concern for our relationship and hope this little stunt works, it’s still a shitty thing to do and pisses me off.
My brain is accustomed to constantly thinking about Piper, but not like this. I keep seeing that shocked, heartbroken expression when I told her what I really was. That sinking feeling when I realized she was afraid of me won’t go away. I can’t eat, I can’t really sleep, my eyes close but I just lay there and wish I could feel her body next to mine. One day slowly blurs into the next, there’s no real start or stop. If I wasn’t keeping track, I’d swear it’s been a month since it all went to shit.
I don’t like where I live now, even though it’s technically a nicer place. I got used to having the perfect girl downstairs. I have a shit load of money too, but I don’t have anyone to spend it on. And I’m fucking bored out of my mind because the job is over. No more surveillance, no more club, and no more Piper.
Typically, I only let myself call twice in row, but I’m beyond desperate at this point and far too sleep deprived to use my better judgment. So after she doesn’t answer for the second time, I call for a third. Then a fourth. I break down and leave a message on the sixth, just a simple ‘please pick up.’ She can’t have forgotten my voice yet. The seventh one goes directly to voicemail, which means she either turned her phone off or maybe, just fucking maybe, she saw that I left a message and decided to listen to it.
The eighth call only rings twice before I hear a click. At first, I figure she just answered and hung up on me, but then I notice a shuffling sound and my heart starts to thump.
“Piper?” I say quietly. She doesn’t respond, but she’s there. I can feel her. “I miss you.” Piper makes a little choking sound. “I’m sorry. I miss you and I’m so fucking sorry.” Did
Isaac lets out a laugh when I’m finished, gently lowering our bodies to the cold tiled floor. “I wanted to fuck you in a soft, warm bed,” he sighs. “What is it with us and kitchens?”
“I don’t know,” I giggle. “Sorry I came again.”
“Aw, Maya, you know I don’t care. Do you feel okay?”
“A little light headed,” I admit. “But, I’m fine. That was a pretty rough one, too.”
“Yeah, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back once I got inside you again. Why do you think I’ve been so strict for the last few days?” The oven timer dings across the room as he covers my face and chest in slow, gentle kisses. “Are you hungry for real now?” he asks.
“A little bit, yeah.”
“If I get more than three bites of actual food into you, it was totally worth the risk of oxygen deprivation,” he laughs.
I force myself to eat five mouthfuls just to see that look of satisfaction on his face. After he thoroughly sanitizes the kitchen, we cuddle in a booth and look out at the city lights dancing on the water.
He gently asks me to call Piper again. It’s endearing that he’s so worried about her, but it’s better if I don’t. The longer I go without contacting her, the more likely she’ll be to take one of Jace’s calls. It’s cruel, but if I don’t play it this way, she’ll never speak to him again out of principle and she’ll regret that, even if she won’t admit it.
10
Jace
I call her constantly even though I know she won’t answer. There’s nothing else to do except keep trying. It rings over and over until I finally hear Piper’s voice, but it’s just a recording. I’d leave a message, but Isaac said that it’s not a very good idea and he’s right.
It’s been six days since that stupid party, nine since the last time I saw her. Maya won’t call her and as much as I appreciate her concern for our relationship and hope this little stunt works, it’s still a shitty thing to do and pisses me off.
My brain is accustomed to constantly thinking about Piper, but not like this. I keep seeing that shocked, heartbroken expression when I told her what I really was. That sinking feeling when I realized she was afraid of me won’t go away. I can’t eat, I can’t really sleep, my eyes close but I just lay there and wish I could feel her body next to mine. One day slowly blurs into the next, there’s no real start or stop. If I wasn’t keeping track, I’d swear it’s been a month since it all went to shit.
I don’t like where I live now, even though it’s technically a nicer place. I got used to having the perfect girl downstairs. I have a shit load of money too, but I don’t have anyone to spend it on. And I’m fucking bored out of my mind because the job is over. No more surveillance, no more club, and no more Piper.
Typically, I only let myself call twice in row, but I’m beyond desperate at this point and far too sleep deprived to use my better judgment. So after she doesn’t answer for the second time, I call for a third. Then a fourth. I break down and leave a message on the sixth, just a simple ‘please pick up.’ She can’t have forgotten my voice yet. The seventh one goes directly to voicemail, which means she either turned her phone off or maybe, just fucking maybe, she saw that I left a message and decided to listen to it.
The eighth call only rings twice before I hear a click. At first, I figure she just answered and hung up on me, but then I notice a shuffling sound and my heart starts to thump.
“Piper?” I say quietly. She doesn’t respond, but she’s there. I can feel her. “I miss you.” Piper makes a little choking sound. “I’m sorry. I miss you and I’m so fucking sorry.” Did
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