Undercover Obsession (21 page)

The wide smile on Piper’s face made his gut
clench, and Brody knew she was expecting him to carry on with her
now that they’d had sex. As if it wasn’t bad enough he had his
conscience berating him, he had to listen to Ian read him the riot
act about toying with her. The problem was, he wasn’t toying with
her, he simply wasn’t free at this time to pursue a relationship
and wouldn’t be until Charles was found. And if they managed to
either put him away or use him as a witness against Pasquino and
then put him in witness protection? Well, then he’d see just how
big a heart Piper had, how forgiving she could be.

With her juices still coating his cock and
the remembered feel of her spasming around him as she climaxed, he
knew it was going to be a long evening. “That does look good,
darlin’.” Taking a seat at the counter, he looked inside the bowl.
“What all’s in there?”

“You’re not going to try to feed us tofu or
anything else that I’m allergic to, are you?” Ian asked
suspiciously as he took a seat.

Piper giggled, something she hadn’t done
since high school, but she couldn’t seem to help it. She was in
such a good mood. Awesome sex will do that to you and having two
hot guys sitting at her table, shit eating grins on their faces,
well, it just didn’t get any better.

“You are not allergic to anything and trust
me, you’ll like everything in there.”

“Did she just say, trust me?” Ian asked Brody
with a smirk.

Winking at her, Brody answered dryly, “Yeah,
but I don’t. What’s in this salad?”

“Just eat it and shut up. If you really want
to know, the ingredients all came from my garden and everything is
labeled out there. Check it out yourself.” Piper was relieved the
mood had lightened considerably since they returned from Branson
and she hoped Brody’s good humor was because the car sex was as
good for him as it was for her.

Piper got her first clue that Brody wasn’t
thinking along the same lines as she was when he sat in her leather
armchair instead of next to her on the sofa when they moved into
the great room after dinner. Her second clue was when he simply
bade her good night after their movie and walked down the hall to
the guest bedroom like he had done each night since they got here,
as if the mind numbing sex they had a few hours ago meant nothing.
Heading upstairs alone, she tried not to let her disappointment and
disillusionment show, refusing to give him the satisfaction of
knowing he had hurt her once again.

Self-directed anger quickly replaced her hurt
feelings as she showered, especially when she soaped up her still
sensitive nipples and pussy. The light strokes of her sudsy hands
were enough to have her aching for more, but she refused to give in
to the urge to get herself off. Masturbating again to thoughts of
what she wanted and what Brody refused to give her wasn’t going to
happen. When she had fled Atlantic City with her emotions in
shambles, she swore she wouldn’t let another man have a hold on her
again, no matter how much she wanted him. She never wanted to
experience loss again like she had when Charles had been
assassinated and never wanted to feel betrayed and unwanted again
like she had when Brody revealed his true self. It was her fault
that she kept throwing herself at a man who had made it clear he
only wanted friendship and her fault she kept getting hurt when he
rejected her.

“Fuck him,” she muttered as she rinsed and
stepped out of the shower. “He’s not the only fish in the sea.”
Cole would be in town in a few days, in time for the big Fourth of
July celebration on Thursday. She could wait two days for him and
then she planned on camping out with him until his tour was ready
to move on to the next leg of their wilderness trek. If Brody felt
she wasn’t safe enough with Cole, then he could damn well watch. As
a matter of fact, she decided as she drifted to sleep, having him
watch her with another man appealed greatly, especially as she
imagined all the things she could do to and with Cole that would
drive any man crazy with lust, even one who was hell bent on
turning her away at every opportunity.

Because of her erotic dreams of Brody
watching her with Cole, Brody pulling her away from Cole in a fit
of jealousy, Brody joining her with Cole then followed by her,
Brody and Ian in a naked tangle together, Piper awoke wanting the
damn man more than ever, her pussy soaked with need and painful
arousal she refused to acknowledge or give in to. Cursing all men
in general, she dressed in her usual gym shorts and tank top,
omitting underwear in her eagerness to escape out to her garden
before either of the guys got up. After downing a glass of juice
and grabbing a bagel, she slammed outside, hoping toiling in her
garden helped calm her roiling emotions and anger.

“She’s muttering again,” Ian said without
turning from watching Piper out the kitchen door when he heard
Brody enter the kitchen.

“She does that more when she’s upset or
pissed. I’m guessing she’s both this morning.” Brody looked at
Piper kneeling in her garden, a sight he could never have imagined
before now. Her shiny, black hair was pulled up into a ponytail and
swung around her neck and shoulders as she jerked weeds from around
the vegetable plants. On her knees, her soft shorts clung to the
rounded globes of her ass and he felt his cock shifting, hardening
as he remembered vividly the feel of that ass under his hand.

He hadn’t slept well last night, the image of
Piper’s face as she went upstairs alone haunting him. He had been
tempted to say to hell with his good intentions, his desire to
erase the hurt reflected in those expressive green eyes and let her
know how much he did want her almost enough to override his common
sense. Despite the relatively short time they had known each other,
he could read her like a book, but right now, he wished he couldn’t
because there wasn’t anything he was willing to do, at this point,
to convince her of how much he wanted her.

“If you weren’t so hell bent on doing what
you think is right because, maybe Sandoval is alive and maybe we’ll
have enough to charge him with, she wouldn’t be out their muttering
up a storm.” Sometimes, Ian thought, his friend’s stubborn streak
over doing what he thought was right was a pain in the ass.

“Stupid, fucking idiot”

Brody grinned as Piper’s grumbling could be
heard through the open door. Funny, he mused, he didn’t mind being
labeled a stupid, fucking idiot in this case because he was
beginning to think she was right. “I think it’s cute,” he said,
referring to her penchant for muttering under her breath.

“You would.”

Flipping his keys, Brody ignored Ian’s
sarcasm and headed to the front door. “I’m going into town to check
on her jeep and talk to Gary.”

“And to avoid the morning after awkwardness?”
Ian tossed him a knowing look over his shoulder then grinned when
Brody flipped him off and left without answering. The rumbling of
the Chevelle’s engine starting up caught Piper’s attention and Ian
watched as the curiosity on her face switched to anger when she saw
Brody drive off. This time her mumbling was indiscernible, but the
meaning was clear. She was pissed. Ian stepped outside intending to
try to soothe her ruffled feathers, but his phone rang and seeing
it was Carlos, their man under cover with Pasquino, he had to take
it.

Piper’s gaze went from the tail lights of
Brody’s car as he disappeared down her long drive towards the main
road to Ian who was walking away from her, his phone to his ear.
Watching Brody drive away, simply leave without talking to her,
raised her ire to an all new level. It must be nice, she thought
sarcastically, to be able to come and go without reporting to
anyone or getting permission. She knew the restrictions they had
put on her were for her safety, but she was also aware they thought
the recent incidents aimed at her were to draw Charles out of
hiding, thought if he was still alive, he’d show up to make sure
she was safe.

Knowing the loss of her freedom to simply
come and go as she pleased was temporary and for her safety meant
very little in the face of his indifference last night and this
morning, and especially when she remembered they were both only
here in the first place because they were hoping Charles would come
to her rescue. If he was still alive, which she didn’t believe, why
would he show up now when he hadn’t cared enough about her in the
past five years to let her even know he was alive?

Piper rose from her crouched position,
brushed the dirt from her hands and knees and decided that a swim
would help defuse her temper as well as cool her off. Ian had
walked down the graveled drive and she started to call out to him
to let him know where she was going. Then she remembered the way
Brody hadn’t given her that simple courtesy, even after fucking her
brains out yesterday, and, ignoring the little voice telling her
her reasoning was flawed, she headed for the lake path with angry,
purposeful strides.

Ian ended his call, turned and spotted Piper
just as she entered the woods towards the lake. “Piper, wait up!”
he called. When the little minx simply flipped him off and kept
going, Ian found his frustrations of the past few days coming to a
head and did not appreciate being silently told to go fuck himself
twice in the space of five minutes. Damn Brody, he cursed as he ran
after her. If Brody hadn’t been so obsessed with her ever since he
had returned from that solo visit to Geneva years ago, and hadn’t
insisted they be the ones contacted if she was ever in trouble, and
if he didn’t have a fucking chivalrous streak a mile wide when it
came to doing right by her where their involvement with Sandoval
was concerned, then he wouldn’t be chasing her through the woods,
in the humid late morning heat, with pent up lust that hadn’t had
an outlet ever since they had touched every inch of that woman’s
body with their mouths and hands four nights ago.

He caught up with her on the dock, grabbed
her hand and had her bent over his arm before he even realized his
intentions. He probably shouldn’t be doing this when he was mad, he
thought, but knowing he wasn’t angry enough to cause her any true
harm and he would stop if she told him to, he grappled with her
struggling, small body, ignored her curses and jerked down her
shorts, not surprised to find her naked under them.

“God damn you, Ian, let me go,” Piper swore
as she tried to break away from the hard arm he had her bent over,
but his grip reached around her waist and had her pinned to his
side and the next thing she knew, she was bare assed for anyone out
on the lake to see.

“If you’re going to act like a spoiled brat,
I’m going to treat you like one. Hold still.” Ian slapped her right
cheek hard, the bright red imprint from his hand making his cock go
from semi erect to a full blown hard-on.

Mortification had her gasping but when he
landed the first hard swat, that gasp turned to a moan. Blaming
Brody, she quickly found herself succumbing to the pleasure/pain of
erotic spanking he had introduced her to. “I was just going to my
boat,” she managed to get out after the next swat. “You can
practically see me from my cabin and you would’ve heard me cry out
if someone was after me. Ouch!” Damn, that one really hurt, but not
enough for her to want him to stop. The stiff erection pressed
against her thigh told her he wanted her, and Piper was feeling
insecure enough, and resenting it, that she found herself wanting
to feel that hard cock in her pussy in the worst way. Of course,
the fiery burn he was raising on her ass that was working to
heighten her arousal had a lot to do with her sudden desire for
sex, and that was Brody’s fault too.

“Unless,” Ian bit out as he aimed several
rapid fire slaps on the under curve of both buttocks and the tops
of her thighs, “your assailant had chloroformed you and simply
carted you off before I got to you.”

Well, shit, she hadn’t thought of that. Now
she had a guilty conscience, a throbbing, burning ass and a need to
know she was wanted, even if it was just for a quick fuck, fighting
for supremacy within her. Pressed so tightly against Ian’s hard
body not only aroused her, it made her feel safe and secure, his
demanding hard-on made her feel wanted and the arousing heat from
this spanking all worked together to make her throw caution to the
wind when he stopped spanking her and rubbed the flesh he had just
abused.

Turning her head up to him, she whispered
achingly, “Touch me, Ian, please, touch me, don’t leave me
hanging.”

Ian cursed his best friend again for reducing
them both to this state as he stared into Piper’s swimming eyes and
knew he couldn’t ignore the plea or the fear of rejection in them.
Not only was his cock saying enough was enough, he simply couldn’t
let her think he didn’t want her, especially after Brody had walked
away from her last night. Shifting his hand from her warm ass to
cup her warmer pussy, he bent over her and kissed her, the position
awkward but expedient. Thrusting two fingers into her sopping
sheath, he finger fucked her as hard as he kissed her, his tongue
dueling with hers as his fingers explored the warm, wet recess of
her vagina. When they moaned into each other’s mouth, he pulled
away from her, bent her over the rail and fished a condom out of
his pocket.

“You better be sure about this, Piper,
because once I’m inside you, I won’t be able to stop,” he warned
her as he covered himself and poised his cock at the apex of her
puffy lips.

Piper kicked off her shorts that had fallen
to her ankles when he turned her to the rail and bent her over as
she replied breathlessly, “I am. Now, Ian, take me now.”

Piper shoved Brody out of her mind, rested
her head on the rail between her hands and simply wallowed in the
pleasure of being filled again, the ecstasy of being fucked hard
and deep by a large cock. She refused to let anything else matter
except this, refused to think about anything except feeling the
pleasure of an awesome climax ripping through her, giving her a
brief respite from the pain of constant rejection and fear about
what was happening with her life.