Double Coverage (7 page)

Jake pulled Lexi in close so her back was against his chest and his head was leaning over her shoulder. “You know, babe, I could not be happier right now. You have made me the happiest man in the world today.”

Lexi smiled to herself and leaned her head against her husband’s shoulder. “I love you, Jake.”

“I love you too, Lexi.” He pulled away and brought her to her feet. “Time for the honeymoon. Let’s get you out of this dress.” He gave her a devilish grin so there was no way she was going to be able to deny him what he wanted.

***

Piper led Mason out to the beach, where there was a little cove surrounded by rocks that they could hide in. She and Ryker had picked this place out earlier this morning for Operation Fuck Over Mason. It was just enough out of the way of the wedding so they couldn’t cause a scene, but not too far away for Piper to make a quick get-a-way.

The entire evening, she had felt Mason’s eyes on her, from the moment she walked down the aisle to when Jake and Lexi were cutting their beautiful wedding cake. The man knew how to make his intentions very clear and his intentions were adding her to his book of fucks. Even though she knew exactly what he wanted, there must be something wrong with her because the obnoxious passes he made at her turned her on. It was annoying the kind of affect he had on her treacherous body. She needed to remind herself of the plan, the goal at the end of the tunnel, payback.

Piper pulled Mason into the cove and placed her hands on his chest. It was time to turn on the charm, she said to herself. “So, are you going to just keep staring at me like you have all night, or are you going to actually do something about it, finally?”

“When have I been staring at you?” Mason said with a boyish grin, trying to act as if he was innocent. His hands moved up from her waist to just below her breasts leaving a trail of heat scorching her silk-covered skin. Damn him!

“Ever since you got to Lexi and Jake’s house yesterday. You think I didn’t see you staring at me from Jake and Lexi’s bedroom. I know you saw me, practically naked.”

Sincere shock registered across his face. “Uh, I didn’t know you saw me.”

Piper couldn’t help but giggle. “I liked knowing you were watching me,” she said seductively.

She didn’t even lie about liking the way he checked her out. It was a huge turn-on that she could make a guy stare out a window like a puppy dog, especially a guy as drop-dead gorgeous as Mason.

Once she realized he was watching, she made sure to turn slightly, so he could get a good view of her goods. She wasn’t a self-absorbed kind of girl, but she knew what her body looked like. Hell, she saw it every day and she knew she was sporting a pretty decent figure. She was blessed with a good rack and a perfect little round ass, which was why she flaunted it when she got the chance. Might as well.

Mason grunted in response to her admission, reached behind her neck and undid her top. Thanks to the backless dress Lexi picked out for Piper, she wasn’t wearing a bra. So, when her dress fell, she was completely exposed up top. Piper watched Mason soak her all in.

“Jesus.” Mason ran his hands over his face and then returned them back to under her breasts. His thumbs barely stroked the underside of her breasts, sending shockwaves of warmth through her yearning body. She knew that she had to be careful and not get carried away, but she was beyond turned on by this man. He knew how to touch her in just the right way to make her temporarily forget the task at hand.

“You are so fucking fine.” Mason went in to kiss her, but she dodged his kiss.

“Clothes,” she demanded. Mason got the hint and quickly undressed himself so they were both just standing in the cove in their underwear. She pushed their clothes to the side, so they were out of the way. She took a good look at the man in front of her. From his toes to his neck, he rippled with muscle. She had never seen such a well-built man before in her life. Every muscle was carved to perfection, causing her mouth to water and her senses to go on high alert.

What really made her forget her spiteful plans were the tattoos displayed across his body. She gently stroked the mono-colored art that graced his body. The artwork started around his pecs and went down his arms to form arm-length sleeve tattoos. There was no rhyme or reason to the tattoos; it was just a collaboration of intricate designs, sayings and random objects like a grenade and a football. His nickname Dash was written across his collarbone and, over his heart, was a blacked-out rectangle where he must have had Brooke’s name displayed on his body.

She looked up at Mason and said as she stroked his arms, “These are hot.”

Mason smirked at her and brought his hands down to where her panties rested against her hip bones. His thumbs stroked the tattoos on her hip bones and he said, “So are these.”

Their eyes met for a brief second and then their mouths crashed together. Piper knew she wasn’t going all the way, but she allowed herself to indulge just a little. She wrapped her arms around his strong body and pulled him in closer so her breasts pushed against his chest. The feeling was so erotic, she had to keep reminding herself that she wasn’t going to give into this man, like every other woman before her had. She told herself that this is what he expected, women to just fall at his feet with a wink from one of his chocolate-brown eyes.

She slowly inched her hands down and inserted her fingers under the band of his boxer briefs. He groaned in her mouth and tried to do the same to her, but she pulled away, giving him a wicked smile. She tore his briefs down and pulled them off of him. As she looked back up at him, she got an amazing view of what he had to offer. She swallowed hard and kept reminding herself of the light at the end of the tunnel; she could do this. He was just a man, a very attractive man at that, but just a man, nonetheless.

He stood in front of her and said, “You like what you see?” She nodded in response and he gave her a cocky grin. “I don’t ever receive complaints.”

That comment made her slip out of her Mason-induced fog. Typical man. He was a cocky son of a bitch and she was going to make sure he knew what an asshole he was.

She stood up and rubbed her body against his to turn him on even more. As she did so, she literally felt the effect she had on him. He was growing by the second. It was self-assuring knowing she could turn on a man like Mason.

He moved his hands up her body and gently cupped her breasts, running his thumbs over her nipples, causing her to gasp and her breasts to pucker. Damn her body.

Think bad thoughts of Mason, bad thoughts of Mason, she repeatedly told herself.

“Fuck, you’re hot.” Not the most eloquent man.

She smiled at him in response. “Turn around.” He gave her a confused look, so she repeated herself. “Turn around,” she said again, while cupping his bare ass and lightly stroking his rather impressive erection.

His eyebrows shot up to his hairline and he did as he was told. When his back was toward her, she reached around him and gripped his cock with both hands. His head flew back as he groaned with pleasure. She gave him a couple of strokes and had him just where she wanted him.

“Hold on one second,” she said, in her most seductive voice.

“Don’t keep me waiting.”

Piper rolled her eyes at the cheese-dick line and bent down to gather all their clothes. She put them against her chest to cover herself and quietly ran out of the cove. Just as she got to the top of the rocks, she saw Mason turn around and then shout, “What the fuck?”

She stood next to Ryker who was holding his phone and she said, “Hey Mason.” He looked up and quickly covered his junk, just as Ryker took a picture of Mason in all his glory. “Payback’s a bitch, asshole. Next time, think about who you’re messing with.”

“You bitch!” Mason shouted, as he looked around for something to cover himself.

Piper giggled, turned to Ryker and whispered a quick thanks, then fled to the pool house to get changed before someone saw her almost-bare ass. Hopefully, Ryker was already sending the picture to her. As she was retreating, she heard Ryker say something to Mason.

“Dude, I’m seriously impressed. You are hung, man,” Ryker clapped his appreciation for Mason’s dick, which plastered a smile across her face.

“Fuck off, dickhead.”

Piper agreed with Ryker, Mason was a very impressive alpha male. Unfortunately, he was way too alpha for her. She already had to deal with an alpha male, her dad, most of her life, dictating her life. She didn’t need to get involved with one romantically, no matter how attractive he was or how much her body ached for the man’s touch.

Chapter 5

About a month later…

Piper stood on the sticky ground of the 7-Eleven, trying to decide which liquid sugary confection flavor she wanted. She was in desperate need of a Slurpee, but couldn’t decide what flavor she wanted, since there were eight different options to choose from. She’d had a rough day, finally unpacking everything in her apartment. She normally didn’t even unpack; she just moved from place to place, making her mark and then skipping town. But for some reason, Denver was nestling itself in her heart. Maybe it was her job or her good friend Hannah, but it made her want to stay longer than her usual couple of months. The fact that she unpacked her boxes and actually hung some pictures in her apartment was a huge step for her. Therefore, she was treating herself to a well-deserved Slurpee.

She chose the second to largest cup at the gas station. She didn’t want to go all out and have people judge her for getting the largest cup, but she was going to rely on the sugar rush to cover her dinner for the night, so she needed a decent size.

Thank God she didn’t have to work tonight because she would crash big time after gulping down her drink, another good reason to have a Slurpee dinner. It gave her the extra boost to get the rest of her apartment cleaned and, once the sugar wore off, she would be sleeping like a baby.

What did she want? There were so many options and then there was always the option to mix and match flavors, which was an added stress factor in the decision making process because so many flavors would work well together. Add cherry to the Coke flavored Slurpee and you have cherry Coke iced perfection. But then there was blue raspberry and lemonade, wouldn’t that just be delightful? Then there was orange, to which you could add a shot of mango and then top it off with sprite. Oh, the possibilities. Piper put her hand on the bridge of her nose and started massaging it. Picking a drink should not be this stressful.

“Need some help?”

Piper dropped her cup, startled by the deep baritone voice behind her. She turned around and locked eyes with what looked like the boy next door. He was wearing a white Nike hat, light blue T-shirt, perfectly worn jeans and Nike shoes. He was handsome, yet adorable at the same time. He gave her a shy smile and she expected him to kick the ground with his Nike at the same time; it would only be fitting.

Piper realized she was holding her chest from being startled. “Jesus, you scared me.”

He bent down and picked up her cup. “I didn’t mean to.” He examined the cup and said, “I think we might need to get you a new one.” He had a bit of a southern accent that melted her heart. He was just way too cute.

She watched as he placed the dirty cup in the trash and grabbed her a new one, but it was the biggest cup option. He turned and smiled at her, holding up the cup. “I know you really wanted the big one.” He held up the cup he grabbed for himself, showing her it was the same size. “Don’t have shame in the big gulp size.” He chased his sentence with a drop-dead-slap-me-in-the-pussy kind of smile. She was melting…and fast.

She walked over to him and grabbed the cup from him. “Well if you’re going big, then I might as well also,” she flirted.

“I only go big.” He cringed after he said that. “God, that was a cheese-dick line. Please don’t hold that against me. I don’t usually say things like that.”

“How am I supposed to know that? Next thing I know, you might be saying something like ‘Is your dad a lumberjack? Because every time I look at you I get wood in my pants’,” Piper said in a low voice, trying to mimic his rich voice.

The strange man barked out in laughter. “Beautiful, sassy and loves Slurpees, I might have died and gone to heaven.”

Piper looked around. “Wow, I didn’t know I took a right at Corny Road and drove right into Cheesyville.”

The guy held up his hands. “What can I say? I lose all ability to be suave around you. How about you give me a chance to prove you otherwise?”

“And how would you do that?”

“Dinner?”

Piper looked him up and down and said, “How do I know if you’re worthy?”

The man looked over at the Slurpee machines and said, “I’m a Slurpee connoisseur. I will help you out and tell you what to get. If you like what I pick, then you go out to dinner with me. If I choose wrong, then you go on your merry way and I lose out on taking a gorgeous woman to dinner.”

Piper smiled at his compliment. “Fine.” She held out her cup to him. “Fill me up,” she said with a wink.

The man gulped and cleared his throat. “Alright, uh…there’s only one way to go when it’s a day like this. Cherry orange blast with a half-shot of lime, topped off with more cherry orange blast.”

Interesting, Piper thought. She would not let him know how good that sounded. She was going to make him sweat it out. She watched him work the levers on the Slurpee machine and noticed how the muscles on his forearms rippled. That was when she took in his full backside. He had broad, strong shoulders that narrowed to his waist where his jeans clung to his ass as if they were his ass’s lifeline.