Page 12 of Tarnished Hands (Chained Hearts Duet #7)

Chapter Twelve

EZRA.

T hat smile that touches her lips kills me. I can tell she’s thinking of something that makes her happy, but she doesn’t say what it is.

“You’re a hell kitten.”

“I’m far from a kitten, Ezra,” she says, swinging her leg over the seat of her bike.

“But you are. You look as sweet as one, but the reality is you are probably from hell. It’s that fire in you.”

“I’m not sure if I should take that as an insult or a compliment,” she murmurs. I shrug, hoping she’ll drop the subject. At least until I get what I came for. Then I’ll let her show me just how much of a hellcat she can be when I’m rutting into her like a greedy beast.

“What did you say to Lydia?”

“I paid her a visit, is all.”

“You what?”

“Did you really think I would let someone disrespect me like that?” Piper shakes her head and goes to put on her helmet. “Just a warning… don’t bring other women around me. Now, if you will excuse me, I have an appointment with a purple pussy eater.”

I’m confused at first about what she’s talking about.

Is she referring to a vibrator? She must be.

I watch her ride off.

And I’m left wondering, how do I become a purple pussy eater?

“I have her address.”

I turn to find Sailor leaning against the doorjamb.

“She doesn’t want me there.”

“Are you positive?” she asks.

“No,” I answer truthfully. I’m positive Piper is confused about whatever this thing between us is. Yes, we’re technically only fucking. But there’s more, which could lead to what neither of us ever expected. Something good and solid. Something possibly forever. I know it, and she does too.

“Then here,” Sailor steps down and places a piece of paper in my hand. I’m not sure what it is until I see an address scrawled across it. I go to thank her, but she’s already inside and closing the door behind her.

Guess I have my chance to be a purple pussy eater after all.

* * *

As I look through Piper’s window, I note that her apartment is on the smallish side. Her bike is parked out front, so I know it’s her place. I walk up to the door and knock. It takes a moment for Piper to answer, and when she does, it’s not her face I see, but the barrel of a gun.

“How did you get this address?” she asks.

“Sailor,” I tell her.

“I think I need to re-evaluate my friends,” she mumbles.

“Do you plan to drop that anytime soon?” I ask, referring to the gun pointed at my head.

“No. Do you plan to leave anytime soon?”

“I came to see what a purple pussy eater is and if I can apply for the job.” She opens the door a little wider, then looks at me blankly as she lowers the gun. Her boots are off again, and her brows are pulled together.

“Ohh,” she says, and then smiles. “Sorry, that job is taken.” She goes to push the door shut, but I stop the action with my foot.

“I’m serious,” I insist.

“So you aren’t mad about your little blonde?” Piper asks.

“Yes and no. She’s still breathing, isn’t she?”

“For now.” She smirks. “But if she tries anything else, I won’t hesitate to go back over there and finish the job.”

She’s jealous—just another thing I like about her.

“So feisty.” I step in without her inviting me and shut the door behind me.

“Now, how about you bring your purple pussy eater out to the kitchen and do it naked. You have two minutes before I decide what hole of yours I’m going to fuck.

” I start to remove my clothes, pulling my shirt over my head.

Her gaze falls to my chest before lowering to where my hands are now on my belt.

“Time’s-a-ticking and I’m counting, Piper. ”

She turns and goes into her bedroom. I hear noises from that direction as I pull my boots and jeans off and enter her small kitchen. It’s clean and tidy, and on the refrigerator is a picture of two men and some kids in another photograph.

“You need to leave after. I don’t want you staying the night.”

I turn around at the sound of her voice and find her naked. She pins me with those hungry eyes, and when I glance down at her hand, I see what she has in it.

“Is that so?” I ask and tap the kitchen counter.

“I’m not a dog,” she scoffs, but walks my way. When she’s standing in front of me, I reach for her hips, gripping them before I lift her so her ass is on the counter.

“I wonder if I can get you to purr.”

“The possibility is there,” she says with a smile. I like it when she smiles. I don’t think she does it enough. But then neither do I.

Taking the purple toy from her hand, I can’t help but kiss her. It’s addictive.

She lets me, kissing me back and sliding forward so she can reach me with her body. I put the toy next to her as I bring that hand to her body. She moves closer to my touch, and I know she loves it as much as I love touching her.

I repeat—it’s fucking addictive.

Sliding my hand between her legs, she opens them a little wider, and I palm her pussy, and sliding a finger through her folds, finding her already wet for me.

I take a step back so I can see her. Piper’s cheeks are pink, her black hair hangs down her back, and her lips are red and puffy from my kisses.

“Pick it up and show me how you use it,” I order, stepping back until I’m leaning against the refrigerator. Piper looks me over, and her gaze snags on my rock-hard cock.

“I could show you how I use that.” She nods to my cock.

“Know how to use it, dear. Now pick it up and do what you’re told.” I tell her.

That submissive side she’ll never admit she has comes out, and her tongue darts along her teeth before she does as I say. I watch as she turns it on, and the vibration comes to life. She eyes me before she slides it between her folds and places it on her clit. “How does it feel?”

“Good.”

“Better than my mouth?” She shakes her head. And I smirk at that. “Good girl. Tell me, would you prefer my mouth?” I ask as she starts to slide it up and down through her wetness. I know she’s getting more and more turned on simply by the lust in her eyes.

“Yes,” she says breathlessly.

“Now, how do you ask nicely?”

“Please,” she adds, and I obey. Because who am I to turn down a goddess?