Piper

Sitting here waiting for Sniper to return is fucking torture. I don’t want him out of my sight right now. I miss him already and we just now got together. Some strange feelings loom inside of me. I want him so bad, and I am glad my tearing is minimal because I don’t know how long I can go without being with him. Us being final has me yearning for him. And, in the back of my mind, I want, no, I need his touch to erase what was done to me and I know it can. It has before. Sniper is the only male I have been with since my first kidnapping.

“Hey babe, forgot to tell you what Winter and Braxxon are havin’,” Storm says as she sits beside me and hands me my nasty shake.

I gesture for her to go on because I can’t talk for at least another day or so. The bruising to my muscles and the crack to my jawbone make it too risky to use my voice.

“They’re having a girl. Can you believe it!”

I try to smile around my straw but it still hurts. I am happy for them. They have known for a while what the sex of the baby is, but they have been keeping it a secret. I think they feared if they got too excited about it, something bad might happen. I am glad Winter is okay and the birth isn’t far away. We need happy in our world and this baby of theirs is exactly that. Happiness.

“Braxxon is gonna go nuts. She is gonna have Winter’s beauty and attitude and Braxxon’s bad assery. Good god, can you imagine?”

I shake my head. I watch as she dazes off to stare at the wall. I know she wants a baby, hell, I even do in the future, but to get pregnant and lose one shortly after finding out is sad. She deserves her happy, too.

I look at the old cuckoo clock on Sniper’s wall and sigh. He should be getting back. I hope to hell I don’t become one of those clingy girlfriends.

Storm’s phone rings and draws her attention from her thoughts. She looks at it and then at me, and her smile is blinding. “It’s your new man,” she teases as she answers.

“Hello.” She giggles and I know she does it to irritate me. I hate gigglers. I only do it every so often and it isn’t an uncalled for, like the ones where I want to scream and say why the fuck are you tittering at something not funny? Yeah, those are the ones I hate, and hell if I don’t want to poke her with my straw. “She’s fine.”

She keeps her eyes on me as she listens to him talk. “I’ll tell her. Yeah, okay. Later.” And she hangs up the phone. “He’s on his way. He said to tell my girl I’m on my way home. He also said me and Phish better be ready to clear the fuck out when he gets here.”

If I was a squealer, I’d be doing that and jumping up and down.

I hurry to suck my lunch through my straw the best I can, and Storm helps me clean up, brush my hair, and change out of my sweats before he gets home. By the time she puts my socks on my feet, he is walking in the door.

“Darlin’,” he calls out.

Storm and I look at one another. “God, he’s sweet, isn’t he?” she asks.

I don’t answer her. Sniper has always been this way with me. Joking and caring. This is us, just with a new twist to our us.

“Guess it is time for me to clear out,” she says as she pulls me into a gentle hug, careful not to squeeze my ribs.

“Storm, you, ZZ, and Phish are gonna run and get me some stuff, yeah?” Sniper says as he walks over to me, bends down, and kisses me softly on the lips before bringing his gray eyes to my green. “Miss me?” he whispers against my lips as he stares at me. I nod my head and tilt my eyes back down to his lips, wanting another small, soft kiss. He chuckles and gives in. When he lifts away from my lips, he says, “Me too, darling, me fuckin’ too.”

God, I’m in love. Fuck, who knew I was truly in love with him?

“You guys need to clear out,” he growls playfully at all of them watching the two of us together. “I need to clean up, and I want my girl to watch. Go get the shit I asked for, please.”

I push away from him, scribble on my paper, and hand him my note.

“I am making them go get you some decent fucking food. The softest fuckin’ chocolate cake they can find so I can blend it with some vanilla ice cream.” He chuckles as he tosses the paper on the coffee table, and then with ease, lifts me into his arms and carries me to the bathroom.

Sniper kicks the door shut, and with gentle care, sits me down on the closed toilet lid, and begins to strip. Oh dear god, he is trying to kill me.

When his cut hits the floor, I gulp and continue to watch my man tease me. When his arms flex as he drags his shirt off, I want to lick every inch of his muscled, eight pack chest. Give each and every bulge the love it deserves. He twists his shirt in his hands and teasingly snaps me in the leg with it but gently. Could he be even more perfect?

When his shirt drops to the floor and I hear the zipper of his jeans, my eyes follow it downwards. I slump and sigh as his cock comes into view. It is such a large, beautiful dick, and it is standing straight up. Hell if I don’t want to touch it. He must read it in my eyes because he says no with a tsk sound and shuffles out of his jeans after kicking off his boots and socks. Goddamn, if he got any hotter, I would melt right here in the bathroom on this toilet seat.

He leans over the tub and starts the water, but he doesn’t climb into the shower. He stands there, wraps one hand around his cock, and leans against the wall.

Is he seriously doing this to me?

“Watch me stroke my cock for you, darlin’,” he says with a silky tone.