Wet (A Real Man #25) - Jenika Snow Page 0,15

She didn’t even care that her flavor was on my tongue, and said tongue was thrusting sexually into her mouth. In fact, she moaned softly and sucked on the muscle, drawing it in deeper.

“Pyper?” her mother called out again, and that was when I forced myself to pull away. I didn’t want anyone finding out this way either.

The sound of Maura coming toward the pool had us both straightening.

“Are you in there?” Maura called out, and I knew if I didn’t hide, she’d catch me in here with her daughter, her daughter who currently wasn’t wearing any shorts.

Pyper shoved me toward the back hallway, and I had to adjust my still hard dick in order to walk comfortably. I just made it into the bedroom and had the door partially closed when the sound of the pool house door opening rang through the interior. There was a moment of silence before I heard the muffled voice of Maura talking.

“Pyper?”

“Yeah, I’m here.” A second later, light flooded down the hallway as no doubt her mother flicked on the light.

“What are you doing in the dark?”

Pyper cleared her throat. “Just finished getting dressed after my swim.” Another moment of silence.

“Why didn’t you get dressed in the house?”

“I like it out here; you know that,” Pyper said. “Besides, I didn’t want to drip all over the floor on my way to the room.”

Mrs. St. James made a low sound of understanding. “Well, come on. Your father ordered Marco’s for dessert. He wants to watch that ridiculous reality show you got him hooked on.”

“Coming.” There was a second I held my breath, not sure if Mrs. St. James would catch me back here, but after what seemed like an eternity, the light went off and the sound of them leaving and shutting the door behind them filled my ears.

I walked over to the window and pulled back the corner of the curtain, watching them head inside. Right before Pyper entered through the patio door, she stopped and looked over her shoulder at me, a smile on her face. And I couldn’t help it.

I lifted my hand and placed it over my heart. What I felt wasn’t because of the fact that I finally kissed Pyper, or that I finally tasted her.

It wasn’t even that I finally knew those looks she’d given me all those times, the ones I secretly prayed weren’t me projecting my own desires, meant more than I ever imagined

It was her smile right before she entered the house, one that spoke volumes, that told me without a word being spoken that she was mine.

Chapter Seven

Pyper

I’d just stepped into the kitchen, and I heard my mother and father coming closer. It was their anniversary tonight, and as always with my parents, they went overboard in celebrating. I knew they planned on going into the city and staying the night at the fanciest hotel around, taking in a Broadway show, and eating at my mother’s Parisian restaurant. It was a pretty big anniversary, a twenty-year celebration, so my father made sure to have these plans set months in advance.

Which meant I’d be alone tonight, which normally wasn’t an issue, and I actually enjoyed the solitude, but it would seem extra lonely this time, as it would just be me and my thoughts of Gio to keep me company.

They rounded the corner, and I took in my mother’s ankle-length satin dress, the little bow detailing around her midsection accenting her tucked-in waist. She was wearing her expensive jewelry tonight, diamonds and sapphires my father had gotten for her one year.

My father was a little more dressed down, with a pair of dark slacks and a powder-blue button-up shirt, and although he looked like he hadn’t dressed up as much as my mother had, I didn’t miss the platinum and diamond cufflinks he wore or the Rolex on his wrist.

My parents were pretty down to earth most times, but on occasions like this—special celebrations—they didn’t hide their wealth. It wasn’t in a flashy, bragging manner. They just wanted to look nice for each other. It would almost be sickening if they weren’t so generous in spreading their wealth to various charities, as well as to their employees.

They noticed me when they glanced up, smiles on both their faces, but it didn’t have anything to do with seeing me and everything to do with the excitement I felt coming from them for tonight.

I leaned against the breakfast counter just as they walked inside the kitchen. My