Seeing is Believing (Cuttersville #3)(15)
Author: Erin McCarthy

Yet she had, and he seemed to find it exciting. He made little sounds of encouragement before his eyes narrowed and he gave one final thrust as he exploded in his own passion. Piper felt the convulsion of his erection, felt the hot spurt of his desire burst up inside her, and she shuddered as little tremors tripped through her vagina, like fingers tickling up her spine.

And she knew this was both the smartest and the stupidest thing she’d ever done in her entire life.

Brady stared down at Piper, too stunned to speak. He didn’t need any warning about being quiet now. He couldn’t produce a word if the bed had burst into flames. Actually, it sort of had. Good God. What the f**k had just happened to him?

He hadn’t had sex with a woman without a condom since . . . ever. But he had with Piper, without hesitation, and it had felt like everything he loved all rolled up in one. Like fireworks and whiskey and a big old, fat paycheck. But even better.

She was so tight, still clinging to him now as their breathing slowed down, his shoulders relaxing. She had come with an ease that had blown his mind, had sent him crashing into his own orgasm, and he’d had the stupid thought that she had been waiting for him to do that. That he was somehow unique, the man whose touch she craved.

Now that his blood was flooding back to his brain, he felt moronic for even thinking something so weird. She was an adult—clearly—and despite the innocence of her seduction techniques, there was no way he was the first man to give her an internal orgasm. End of story.

But it still felt good knowing he had. Fast, too. That couldn’t have been more than five minutes.

Ego suitably puffed back up, Brady flipped his hair back out of his eyes and eased out of her. Now what?

It wasn’t every day he had mind-blowing sex in secret with a girl he had babysat. The best way to proceed wasn’t entirely clear, and he was feeling strange, off-kilter. Like she had sucked all the sense out of him, and he didn’t really trust anything that might come out of his mouth. He had the feeling he might just say something totally stupid and completely lacking in game.

Piper didn’t seem to have anything to say either, though, just lying there looking as stunned as he felt, her chest flushed with exertion. Brady briefly worried about the wet spot that was probably being generated on Shelby’s bedspread as they lingered there, but decided there wasn’t any point in worrying about it. It was too late to feel guilty, and he’d already passed the pervy point of no return about thirty minutes ago.

On his side, he relaxed, his hand resting idly on her belly. Brady tasted a mouthful of her hair, because it was piled up all in front of his face, and because he could. It made a slight crunching sound as he gummed it between his lips, and he decided it didn’t taste like anything, but he still liked the feel of it.

“What are you doing?” she asked, sounding as unnerved as he felt.

“Nothing.” He sighed. “I should go back to Zach’s room. It would be bad to get caught here.”

“Yeah, it would.”

Was he actually disappointed that she didn’t protest? He was. Insane. He had completely lost his mind. There was no reason he needed to snuggle with Piper all night, and it was damn risky. Innocent children should not see the erection that he’d be sporting again before long, given the proximity of Piper’s lush, naked body. It was not cool. He needed to leave. It was neither the time nor the place to pull her close against him and fall asleep with her in his arms.

When, if ever, that would be, he had no clue.

Brady sat up. Then he groped around the bed for his underwear and pulled them on. Piper just watched him in the moonlight, not making any effort to cover up her gorgeous body, which both pleased and pained him. He wanted another go at her. Yet at the same time he was feeling wracked with guilt for not resisting the temptation she had presented.

Because what was he thinking? Seriously? How could anything come out of this other than his nuts in the viselike grip of Danny Tucker? The thought made his dick shrivel. With a sigh, he kissed her on the forehead and said, “See you in the morning.”

“Good night.”

That was it. Nothing else. Yet he could feel her eyes trained on his back as he crossed the room, could feel the weight of her desire, the smell of their activities sweet and tangy in the air around him, the sexual tension drawing tight again. She wanted more. And so did he.

Brady stood in the hallway for a minute, confused and aroused, not necessarily in that order. He wasn’t exactly sure what had just happened, or what was still happening. He couldn’t get the image of Piper’s mouth opened in a silent cry as she came, her nails digging into his back, out of his mind. It was seared in there, like a brand on his brain.

It had been more than he could have expected, intense and satisfying. Yet he’d done so little, and there was still so much of her he would like to touch and taste and explore. He hadn’t even gotten to do much more than palm her br**sts, and that was a crime. Because she had a full, creamy, delicious, absolutely off-limits breast, with a cherry-on-top nipple that made his mouth drool just thinking about it. Which had his mind already rationalizing that if he’d already been inside her, why couldn’t he suck her nipple? Right? There was logic in that.

Overall, there was no logic in anything he’d done in the last week. He should be back in Chicago looking for a job, not wasting a couple hundred bucks on gas to drive to Cuttersville. Not pawing through old papers that showed that Rachel the candlestick-lobbing chick had a fiancé with the same damn name as him. Not plowing Piper Tucker as thoroughly as the back field in early spring.

The thought of which had him rock solid all over again.

Brady went back to Zach’s twin bed and punched the pillow a few times. Tossed and turned. Contemplated how creepy it would be to jack off in a bed that wasn’t his own. Then decided that it was a teen boy’s bed, so it would hardly be the first time a palm had been rosied there while picturing a perfect breast.

He was feeling a little desperate, so he needed to do something.

Stroking himself lightly, he imagined what it would be like to have Piper on his cock, riding him hard and fast, those beautiful br**sts bouncing freely.

Damn it. He squeezed hard.

It had been a long time since he’d had this kind of immediate reaction to a woman, and it was disturbing.

All he knew, as he imagined Piper on top of him, his hand sliding over his hard c**k even faster, was that he wasn’t going back to Chicago on Sunday, as was his original plan.