After Us (Next Generation #6) - J.M. Walker Page 0,77

mayor.” She rolled her eyes. “He probably paid people off.”

“Probably.” I pulled my phone out of my pocket and sent a quick text.

Me: I need you both to watch over my girls.

Cyrus: Already on it.

The reply came almost instantly from Cyrus. The guy hardly ever slept anymore and for whatever reason, that forced the guilt I had been feeling for the past several years, down harder on my chest.

“Jaron.”

I looked up, placed my phone on the table, and sat back in the chair.

“Can we get through this?” Piper asked, pulling at the hem of her tank top.

I wanted to tell her yes. I wanted to tell her that this was only a bump in our road and that we would get over it together. But none of that came out. Instead, I just sat there and stared at her. We had confessed our love for each other. I thought as soon as those three powerful words were said, that everything would be easier. But I was wrong. The air around us grew thick. The passion that was there became electric, bordering on insanity as I couldn’t think about anything else but getting back inside her tight, hot, wet body.

“Jaron.” Piper’s voice took on that husky tone I had fallen in love with. It proved to me that no matter how much we fought, that lust would always be there.

Running two fingers along my mouth, I stared at her.

Her eyes followed the movement, her mouth parting slightly. She shivered, hugging herself. “God, I can feel you when you’re not even touching me.”

I chuckled, my body stirring at her confession. “Good.”

She gave me a small smile and took a step toward me. Just when I thought she was going to hint for more, a yawn trembled through her.

My laugh deepened. “Let’s go to bed, baby.”

She nodded, making her way to the bedroom but not before she gave me a look over her shoulder.

My dick jumped.

Maybe she wasn’t that tired after all.

Piper

It had been a few weeks since the night at Gigi and Vince’s place. While I missed the girls, I knew that Jaron and I needed to work on us. There was no way we could get through this if we didn’t. He would spend every evening reading through my journals. Even re-reading them, to the point he had them memorized. I was impressed that he was committed to finding out everything there was about me that he could.

I started writing another journal but didn’t let him read it yet. It wasn’t time. Maybe in a year or more but right now, it was for my eyes only. He never pressed. Just asked what I was doing when he saw me scribbling away in the notebook. I would tell him. He would nod, kiss my head, and leave me to my thoughts.

It was later into the evening on a Friday. We were invited back over to Gigi and Vince’s place but decided to stay home instead. Brynlee was in bed and Jaron and I were snuggled on the couch. He was going through my journals again but there was one that he missed. I often wondered if it was intentional.

“My body hurts. It’s not pregnancy pain either. No, I’m turned on and I can’t do anything about it. Jaron isn’t here to please this ache.”

Jaron looked at me then. “Did you masturbate?”

I gave him a small smile. “Keep reading.”

He cleared his throat and continued.

“I talked to Jaron today and without telling him, I told him. It was weird. It was like he knew that I was aching for him but couldn’t do anything about it. I think he was hinting for phone sex but that never happened. It wasn’t like he was alone anyway. Someone could overhear and I know he wouldn’t want that. Maybe I should use my fingers.”

“Fucking hell.” Jaron blew out a slow breath.

“If he were here, I know he would help make me feel better. Maybe I should live with the pain. I know it’ll go away eventually.”

Jaron turned to the next page, a deep frown settling between his brows. “You didn’t do anything about it, baby?”

“Nope.” I rose from the couch and headed into the kitchen. Pulling two beers from the fridge, I went back to the living room and handed Jaron one before sitting back down beside him. “I think I was punishing myself. Or I didn’t think it was fair that you were stuck in jail and here I was, playing with myself because the