Just A Small Town Girl (15 page)

“You can’t be serious,” she let out a humorless laugh, “you belong with the mother of your child.”

“If and when our relationship lasts that long and Piper is willing to assume that responsibility she will make an excellent mother for my child; certainly a better one than Persephone.”

Fisher turned to leave, his hand wrapped around mine pulling me along.

June helped us load our bags in the car and I was tucking Riley into his car seat when Fisher noticed his mother standing on the porch.

He looked from her to me then back, a question apparent on his face.

“Go,” I urged, understanding how truly damaging unresolved family issues could be.

I tried not to watch too closely as his mother cried and he hugged her.

“I’ll miss you so much little guy,” June whispered to Riley, drawing my attention.

“You can come visit,” I told her, placing what I hoped was a comforting hand on her wrist.

“I’d like that,” she smiled, “I’d like to come visit you too. It seems like we should get to know each other better considering we might be sisters one day.”

We exchanged phone numbers and were hugging goodbye when Fisher returned to the car.

“Hey June, off my girl,” he kidded, waiting his turn to hug his sister.

His mother and his sister both waved as we drove away. I couldn’t help feeling content with Riley cooing in the backseat and Fisher’s fingers tangled with mine.

He carried in our bags while I balanced Riley and a few of the groceries, making a mental note to set the turkey out to defrost overnight.

“He’s tucked in for bed,” Fisher announced, I could hear his footsteps as he crossed the kitchen.

I felt his warmth wrap around me as he placed a hand on the countertop skirting each side of the sink. I turned off the water, closing my eyes at the feel of his calloused fingers moving my hair away from my neck and over my shoulder. He pressed his lips right between my shoulder blades and warm tingles spread across my back and down my body.

“I’m sorry about today,” Fisher murmured into my skin, replacing his hand on the countertop.

“Don’t be sorry,” I turned in his arms and slid my hands along his waist, dipping my fingers into the back of the white T-shirt he wore. Appreciating how solid and comforting he was. 

Fisher pressed his lips to mine and I immediately opened my mouth, wanting him closer to me. My hands slid lower as his tongue began to play across mine. My fingers danced along his waistband before dipping inside his boxers, pulling his body close to mine. Fisher released a choked groan before digging his hands into my hair and grinding his hips against mine, letting me feel his growing excitement. I gasped, letting my hand drift into his hair to pull lightly.

“God Piper, I can’t even tell you what it does to me when you pull my hair,” he ground out between kisses. I let my other hand drift to his hair and gave a gentle tug, directing our kiss.

“Hm kinky,” he mumbled, dragging his own hands down to my thighs and lifting my body, so I could wrap my legs around him, pulling our bodies even closer.

I reached down to the hem of his shirt, ripping it over his head and dragging my fingers down his back. I dipped them into the waistband of his pants again before dragging them around to the front of his body, to the hem of my own shirt. I pulled it over my head just seconds before he threw me on the bed. I gasped, barely aware we’d been moving until that moment. Fisher’s body covered mine before the mattress could bounce me back up.

His lips graced mine before he began a trail down my neck and to my bra. He ran his tongue across the top of each cup before reaching below my back to unclasp it. I couldn’t help laughing when he pulled away, a sexy puzzled look on his face. I reached down to the front clasp and undid it, smiling to myself at the way Fisher marveled as if the front clasp brassiere was an act of wizardry. I peeled the white lace away and was rewarded with Fisher’s mouth on my nipple. He rolled the other one between his thumb and forefinger, seemingly spurred on by the sounds he was pulling from my body. I slid my fingers around his shoulders and into his hair, giving gentle tugs when I liked what he was doing.

Fisher trailed his way back up to my face and I let my hands roam to his jeans, gently tracing the tented fabric before giving a light squeeze. Fisher unzipped my pants in response and I yanked them down, shoving my panties with them. I reached over to unzip Fisher’s jeans and echoed the shoving treatment I’d given my own pants while our tongues tangled.

My hand snaked between us until I held his pulsing flesh in my hand. I squeezed softly before running my hand down the smooth skin, spreading the moisture from the tip around. Fisher growled in answer, sliding his own calloused fingers over my skin. I shuddered as he dipped one finger inside before reaching into the nightstand to retrieve something. He put the foil package to his teeth and I smiled at the reality of our situation. We were finally going to take the next step physically, we were going to become as close as possible, and I couldn’t wait. My fingers wrapped around the open package in his hand and my head inclined, urging him to lay on his back.

Fisher obliged, watching as I rolled the condom onto his hard length. I was consumed by the sounds coming from his body; a shaky breath when I positioned myself over him, a deep groan when I sank down, taking him inside, masculine moans every time our hips thrust together, a murmured “you’re perfect,” as his hands roved over my breasts and came to rest on my hips, and a desperate grunt before he rolled us over, pressing me into the mattress without disconnecting our bodies.

I looked up at him as he thrust over me, stoking a fire deep inside, and his eyes held mine, making the moment that much more intimate, that much more ours. He slid his hands down to my calves, pulling them up to his shoulders and suddenly he was deeper, hitting me inside in places I didn’t know I had. The fire began to build, becoming an inferno. As Fisher’s thrusts sped up I began to fall apart from the inside out. The fire became and explosion and I began to shake, crying out and gripping Fisher tightly within me.

“Fuck” he bit out, going still as his eyes squeezed shut. He roared out an animalistic sound, thrusting deep into me three more times before pulling out, letting my legs fall, and rolling us onto our sides. Heavy breaths passed into the space between our faces.

He threw me a small smile before getting up to take care of the condom and I rolled onto my back, satisfied, and listening for his return. When Fisher came back to bed he pulled me close, wrapping his arms around my torso and lying his head on my breast.

We could have spoken, we could have shared words of love and adoration, but somehow the magic of our first time together would be ruined by those words. Instead, we sat in silence, our breaths synchronizing, and fell asleep.

“I thought I would see what leftovers I could turn into breakfast,” I answered, turning into him. The fabric of his shirt I was wearing rode up where his hand rested on my side, revealing my upper thigh.

“Hm, I know what I want for breakfast,” before the words were even completely out he’d lifted me onto the counter, wedging himself between my legs and instantly realizing I hadn’t bothered with panties when I pulled his t-shirt off the floor that morning, “you’re killing me,” he mumbled before slipping his finger inside, groaning in stereo with me as he did.

Fisher toyed with me, bringing me nearly to the edge then pulling his hand away, making me whimper. I watched as he shoved his boxers down and kicked them away. He placed a hand on my behind, pulling me closer, and used the other to guide himself into my body. We both gasped at the sensation.

I sat at the perfect angle to watch the spot where we connected. He slowly thrust into me and I watched, transfixed by the sight before me. I looked up at Fisher’s face only to realize he was just as mesmerized by our joining as I’d been. He bit his lower lip as he watched and the sight of him watching us drove me crazy.

“Fisher?” I gasped out as he began to hasten his thrusts.

“Hm?” he was still watching us connect.

I dug my hands into his hair, tugging lightly just because I knew he liked it.

“Harder,” it came out as a whisper, but I knew he heard me because he looked away from our connection long enough to look into my eyes.

He held my eyes as his hands squeezed my behind and dragged my body forward at the same time his hips plunged toward me in his first rough thrust. I squeezed my eyes shut, crying out at the rawness of the moment. I came quickly, my body shaking in his arms as he thrust deep into me, making me cry out his name. He continued to work my sensitized flesh, even while my body squeezed his in convulsions of pleasure. I was surprised when he pulled out, gently lowering my feet to the ground.

“Lean over the table,” he ground out, turning me to face away from him. I did as he said and was rewarded with his body pushed deeper into mine. He placed his hands on my hips, pulling my butt higher into the air. I felt him go deeper and cried out as he continued to thrust into me, even harder than before. His breath started to become shallow and I fell apart again just as he groaned into my hair and I felt the warmth of him releasing inside of me. My body pulsed around him, making us both cry out as our sensitive skin was stimulated.

“I haven’t been bare inside anyone since Riley was conceived,” Fisher mumbled into my hair before pulling out of me. I laughed a little at his admission and he chuckled back, “Feels good.”

I pushed myself up from the table and turned to face him, taking in the devilish smile on his face, “Same here,” I smiled back before taking a look around, “I think we need to clean the kitchen,” I giggled out.

“You’re so perfect,” Fisher whispered, pulling me into his arms and resting his chin on the top of my head.

“I love you,” I whispered into his bare chest, squeezing his waist.

“I love you too Piper, more than you know,” he scooped me up then, carrying us into the bathroom for an incredible shared shower.

“I need to go get clothes,” I hadn’t been back to my apartment since we left to visit Fisher’s mom and I wanted to laze around in yoga pants and a tank top I knew I hadn’t packed.

“I have clothes here,” he flicked his tongue along my earlobe.

“I want
my
clothes,” I giggled out, stepping through the open bathroom door. Fisher followed closely behind, stopping in Riley’s nursery to collect the babbling boy.

The smile dropped from my face when I opened Fisher’s front door. There, standing with her perfect tiny hand poised in the air, even after she turned around at the sound of Fisher’s door opening, stood my mother.

My hands gripped my towel and I froze. I hadn’t seen her since I told her I was leaving Sam. I was surprised she even wrote down my address when I called to tell her I’d settled into my apartment in Dunesville.

I heard Riley seconds before I felt Fisher’s heat behind me.

“Well isn’t this perfect?” my mother cooed sarcastically, wringing her purse strap between her hands, “Piper Lee Miller it is time for you to come home.”

I shook my head, unable to speak just yet. Of course she decided to show up the day after Thanksgiving. If she’d arrived a day earlier her effort to collect me may have interfered with the annual Thanksgiving dinner party she put on for basically everyone in our town. This was typical of Christine Miller; arriving unexpectedly and demanding compliance with little consideration for opposition.

“Now young lady, I will not repeat myself and I will not spend more than an hour here helping you gather your things,” she wrapped a hand around my upper arm and dragged me to my apartment, opening the unlocked door as she went, “we will discuss the shirtless gentleman and what your husband would think of him later,” she bit out before dragging me out of the way and shutting the door.

I watched Fisher’s face morph into confusion and distrust just before the door clicked back into the jamb.

“Get dressed,” she commanded and I did. Without Fisher in the immediate vicinity my already meager strength was cut in half.

I pulled on the tank top and yoga pants I’d been planning to wear and returned to the living room where my mother was sneering at essentially everything in the room, but most specifically Riley’s things.

“So you can’t stay at home, living in the home your father and I gave you, and start a family with your husband, but you will take care of some strange man’s child?” she sniffed, turning her glare to me, “I am so disappointed.”