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  There’s a vague awareness that someone’s watching me, and I blink my eyes, lifting to see the time on the bedside table, three a.m. I growl and roll onto my back, looking over in the dim light from outside, to see the bedroom door open a crack. Remembering I’d just had the feeling someone was watching me, a different feeling comes over me that maybe it was Seth. I don’t know how I would feel if that really did just happen, but the idea of him watching me sleeping isn’t unpleasant…but it should be. The thoughts racing through my head have me awake now, and I fight the urge to calm my head with a hand between my legs. For some reason, a fantasy of catching Seth standing there, shirtless with intensity in his eyes that he shows me often. How I ask him what he’s doing and he doesn’t say anything, just comes into the room and moves onto the bed. In my fantasy, I’m naked, and I don’t realize it until I sit up and the white sheet falls from my body. His eyes take in my small boobs, my little pink nipples that harden under his inspection. His hair is in his face and I reach up, tucking it behind one ear as his eyes close and I lean closer. We both lick our lips and I reach for one of his hands, bringing it up to cup my small mound. I moan realizing that I’m touching myself with my eyes closed, lost in the daydream. Biting my lower lip to quiet myself, I dive back into my thoughts. His fingers plump my breast, leaning down to lick my nipple and suck it into his mouth. My own hand finds its way up and across my chest, pulling my t-shirt up to expose myself to the cool night air. My fingers begin to press harder as instantly my mind changes gears, Seth’s behind me, over me, pushing me into the mattress as he slides his long dick inside me. My eyes cross as I again bite my lip, my hands in real life, pinching my nipples and rubbing my clit vigorously. His hands palm my ass, digging his fingertips in my ample bottom. I need more, more pressure and friction, so I roll onto my stomach, pushing my ass up and the sheet off as I quickly grab a pillow and stuff it between my legs. Having something to straddle makes me moan, my hips finding rhythm quickly as I grind my pussy over and over into the tightly bunched bedding. My eyes close as I breathe hard, Seth’s smell and voice in my ear, telling me to move faster and harder. “You smell like the beach. I don’t like it.” He repeats as he sinks his teeth into my shoulder and I come. Lord, do I come. My body jolts and gyrates, thighs shaking as I rub myself until my clit is tender.

  Lying there for a few minutes, I let my breathing calm before rolling onto my back and sitting up. My sheets are all over the place and my shirt falls down to my waist, but I’d gone to bed without any bottoms on and I’m still exposed there. I nearly startle when I hear voices downstairs, and I try to hone in on who and where. Padding over to the door, I hear the sound of two voices, a man and a woman, British accents, then Seth speaking. Rushing into the bathroom, I wash my hands and toss on some jeans from my suitcase and fix my shirt. I quietly head downstairs, the voices and words becoming clearer as I approach.

  “You’re bloody twenty-seven, Seth, not some school boy,” the woman says.

  “I just don’t get where your head is at, son,” the man says.

  I gather, these are Seth’s parents, as it’s nearly afternoon their time overseas. He must be on speakerphone and the living room light is on just at the bottom of the steps and to the right, out of sight. I sit on one of the steps.

  “I know, I just…” Seth sighs. “Rash hired this chick to help me, she’s gonna help me,” he says, and I feel a small smile take my lips.

  “I hope so Sethy, this just, this just isn’t how I envisioned my son’s life.”

  His mom’s voice is broken, sad and I feel bad for Seth. But he did this, he’s an adult, he knows wrong from right. I tell you what though, if my parents ever sounded that awful over something I did, I’d never think to do it again just to not hear them like that. I’m lost in my thoughts and don’t notice a shadow coming toward the stairs until Seth’s right there. He looks up at me with an odd expression. I can’t tell if it’s shock or shame, but he takes a long look at me before continuing and heading toward the basement.

  “I have a better idea…you got any surfboards here?” I ask.

  CHAPTER 6

  Seth

  I stop mid stride and just stare at the bossy little thing sitting on the stairs, asking me if I have any surfboards. It’s clear that she’s overheard at least part of my conversation with my parents and is going to attempt to manage my mood.

  I really am tried of fucking up, and only being seen as a fuck up. I hate disappointing my parents; my mum’s voice nearly gutted me this morning. I get they only want what is best for me, but as tucked away as they are from the limelight, this world I’m in is not one they easily relate to. They don’t understand the pressure, the expectation, or the magnetic lure that thrums through this town like a siren, gleefully anticipating the crash and burn of her many captives.

  Piper is perched on the stairs waiting for my answer to her question, but I don’t see any impatience in her face. Or judgment, which gives me pause. Her hair sits around her head in a halo of soft brown waves and I want to push the lose strands nearest her cheeks behind her ears. Her denim-covered legs are on the step below her arse, knees pressed together and her bare feet are flat against the tile. I note that her toes are painted in a shimmery nothing sort of colour, and on the second toe of each delicate foot she’s wearing a toe ring. Of course she fucking is. I groan and drop my head to look at the floor, breathing in slow measured breaths to calm my shit down. How can one woman infuriate me so fucking much and yet still make my cock ache like it’s never been touched?

  “Seth, do you have boards?” she repeats her question as I look up at her again. My mouth goes dry as she lowers her arms from where they were resting on her knees and stands up. The soft fabric of the tee she is wearing moves against her body, the tightly pointed tips of her tits obvious to anyone with eyeballs. Christ, she’s not wearing a bra. To be fair, it’s likely she doesn’t need to. Her tits are perfect.

  Temptation, thy name is Piper fucking Quinn.

  Naturally, I have surfboards, so that’s not why I’m hesitating. I’m just not sure me going surfing with Piper is a smart idea. Right now I’m doing my best to stay focused on her face, because if I let my eyes drop even a little, they’re going to go for a full sweep of her tight little body. As it is the hands I’ve shoved in my pockets so I don’t reach for her are flexing open and closed into fists, one of them around my stolen prize. The last images I need in my head are Piper wet from the surf, straddling a board, her juicy arse encased in a wetsuit.

  Oh for fuck sake! Now that’s all I can think about.

  Removing my hands from my pockets, I rub both my palms across my face and then set them on my hips. In for a penny and whatnot, right?

  “I have boards, yes. Unfortunately, I’ve found myself under house arrest. Been ordered to stay here and be remorseful and penitent and shite. So, sorry, can’t come out to play, but you go right on ahead, Bubble,” my reply taunting as I indicate that she should feel free to leave by sweeping my arm toward the entryway.

  Part of me knows why I’m baiting her and that I’m purposely hoping to goad her into sparring with me. I’m beginning to get addicted to the way her doe eyes flare with irritation as her pouty lips pinch together before firing back at me. There’s also a part of me that thinks her leaving for a few hours might be for the best. My thoughts are filled with her, every one of them bloody distracting, and I’m so all over the place I feel like I’m nuttier than a Christmas pud.

  Shaking her head as if to say she’s on to me and she’s not taking the bait, she unconsciously licks her lips and smiles.

  “House arrest can be lifted under controlled supervision. Now, are you going to continue to be snarky with me, or are we going to go surfing?”

  I get the feeling that if I say no to surfing, Piper won’t go without me, and a day of us both being cooped up here is not appealing either. Looks like whichever way I go, I’m stuck with the sexy fucking dictator. Make that dick-frustr
ator. I decide that risking the life of my cock at the sight of her on the beach is worth taking. At least there will be witnesses to keep us civil and I can always look at other wet beach babes, right? I mean it’s not like I only have eyes for Piper bloody Quinn.

  “Ok, Bubble, we’ll go surfing.” She goes to say something, but I hold up a finger and keep going, “Though I’m warning you now, if you get bitten by a shark, I’m leaving you there. Not that I don’t imagine for a single minute that you’d not bite it right back, but apparently, I don’t need the publicity.”

  Hearing her struggle not to laugh and fail makes me laugh, and for just that moment the connection I felt zinging between us yesterday in the kitchen is back. It unnerves me and excites me at the same time. See what I mean? I’m all over the bloody place.

  “It’s early and there are less pap’s outside than yesterday, but we’ll take my car. They don’t know it yet and I have racks for the boards and some of my gear is in the trunk.”

  “And the little dictator is back,” I mutter under my breath, but I know she hears me when her eyes narrow. Clapping my hands together once, I tell her, “Sounds brilliant, Bubble, surfing with you and a ride in your chick car…could my life get any better?” I smile brightly, full of fake enthusiasm, and I can’t help but laugh when she flips me the bird.

  “I’ll change and meet you back here in ten? Boards are in the garage, we can grab them on the way out,” I say as I pass by her on the stairs, headed up to my room.

  “Done,” she replies, “I’ll head to the kitchen and grab some fruit and a couple of bottles of water. I think Jackie made banana muffins yesterday, too.”

  Of bloody course she knows what Jacks baked yesterday, they’re practically best fecking mates.

  Taking the stairs two at a time, I get almost past Piper’s bedroom when I stop and go back. Pushing the semi closed door open; I don’t think about what I’m doing, I just do it. As soon as I am close enough to her bed, I reach out and nick her pillow. The pillow. Holding it close to my chest, I leave and hurry to my room at the end of the hallway, slamming the double doors behind me. With my back against the wood, I bring the pillow to my face and breathe the heavenly scent of her sweet snatch right into my lungs.

  Holy fuck, it’s the purest essence of her and it makes my mouth water for a taste. Poking my tongue from between my lips, I move the pillow closer to my mouth, and I swear I can feel where fabric is still damp from her morning grind time. I moan louder than I should as the muted flavour of her orgasm dances across my tongue. I all but stuff the cotton of the pillowslip into my mouth, sucking like a toddler on a teat, desperate to get more of it. What the fuck is wrong with me? Don’t know, and the longer I’m around Piper, I find I can’t bring myself to care. Reaching into my pocket I pull out the lacy, light green fabric I’ve been fondling since I claimed it and stuff it inside the pillowslip.

  I had no bloody business being in Piper’s room this morning, but I couldn’t resist. On my way downstairs to Skype my parents, I don’t know what made me open her door and sneak inside, but I did. Seeing her tangled in the sheets the way she was, unguarded and all woman had me entranced. The warmth of her body as she slept had made her scent deeper, richer and with every breath I’d taken, my feet had become fixed more firmly to the carpet.

  Standing there watching her sleep I’d felt like a right peeping tom, but it didn’t stop there. Oh no, I’d sunk further into creeper territory without a second of remorse. I’d leaned over to the pile of her clothes at the end of her bed, quietly and carefully pulling her lacy knickers from inside the pants she had been wearing through the day. Clearly in a hurry to undress and get into bed, Piper had removed both garments as one. My transition to full on wanker now complete, I’d held that sexy bit of string and lace to my face, scenting her as I’d watched her move restlessly on the bed.

  “You smell like the beach. I don’t like it.” My whispered words were out of my mouth before I could stop them, but they were a fucking lie.

  Awareness of her stirring had me freezing, but when she’d started to twist and flex her body, one of her delicate hands moving across her chest, the other down under the sheet, I’d known I was fucked. I also wasn’t fucking leaving. Shifting further into the shadow created by her open door, I’d watched mesmerised. It was as if she’d been so overcome with lustful thoughts her body was demanding relief. The arrogant bastard in me decided that her dream was of me, and so I’d felt justified in staying to watch her intimate and erotic act.

  Not daring to move, my ignored cock had become painfully hard and heavy, crying out for attention as I’d watched. She’d built herself up slowly, hands, fingers and palm seeking her sweet spots; eyes closed and mouth parted, she was chasing her pleasure right in front of me.

  Hearing as she’d let out that sexy little growl as the sheet covering her had slipped further from her body was bad enough, but watching as she’d shoved her pillow between her thighs, Christ, I’d nearly lost consciousness.

  Clearly needing more friction, she’d rocked her slim hips frantically. Pushing her sex into the bunched up pillow, she whimpered quietly as she rode it, all the while I’d been wishing it were my face instead. The movement of the globes of her juicy arse, their flexing and jiggling as she found her rhythm had caused a kick in my cock so strong, my own hips had thrust forward of their own volition. Something about my own escalating reaction to Piper had allowed a small lick of sense to eek through my clouded brain and I’d known had I stayed any longer, if was there as she hit her peak, I’d be coming right along with her.

  Tearing myself from the room, I’d stormed into the hall. At the time, it was hard to say if I’d been more pissed at her or myself. Sweating, flushed and in desperate need of her panties wrapped around my hand, and my hand around my throbbing dick, I’d been about to do exactly that when I’d felt my phone vibrate against my thigh. That sensation alone had had my balls drawing up tight, before my brain kicked in and told me what the message would be.

  Let me tell you, nothing breaks through a want-to-fuck-fog faster than being cock-blocked by your mum, texting you to say she couldn’t wait to see your face on ‘the Skype’.

  Snapping out of my memory of this morning’s episode of “The Downfall of a Creeper: The Seth Mitchell Story”, I push away from my bedroom door and toss Piper’s panty stuffed grind buddy onto my bed. Stripping out of my sweats, I pull on board shorts and throw a hoodie over my tee. Grabbing a pair of flip-flops and my Oakley sunglasses, I’m almost set to go. Walking into my closet, I reach up and snag a backpack, quickly stuffing in clean cargos, another tee, a zipped, pullover hoodie and an old pair of Vans. My wetsuit is in the garage with all my other shite.

  Coming downstairs, I see Piper waiting. She’s changed too, and I’m undecided if I’m grateful her hoodie is hiding her nipples from me or not. She lifts her eyes to me when I grunt in annoyance at myself, feeling it in my balls when she smiles at me.

  “Ready?” she asks.

  Probably not I think, but what I say is, “For anything, Bubble. You know me.”

  Except when it comes to her, I’m not sure that it’s true at all.

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  Having loaded up the boards, Piper tells me to get in the back seat and lay low until she drives us out of the gate. This leads to a pretty fucking lively discussion, let me tell you.

  Christ she’s infuriating, mostly because her points are valid.

  But fuck, what does she think I’m going to do? Moon them?

  Even though I’m sure she’s being overly cautious, I don’t want them following us. Besides, by now I’m sure all the paparazzi are after a hotter story than mine.

  But it turns out we were both right.

  Piper whispers, “Just two that I can see,” and I assume by the feel of the car that we are turning out of my driveway and headed down the hill.

  After a few minutes, Piper gives the all clear and pulls over, turning back to look at me expectantly.

  “I fee
l like a bloody criminal,” I mutter, climbing over into the front seat.

  “Hey, watch your knee!” Piper grumbles and pushes my leg away from her side of the car. Oops, think I might have grazed her tit.

  “This car is ridiculous! There’s no bloody room!” I huff as I force my body between the seats and plop down into the passenger side.

  “It’s not ridiculous. You’re being ridiculous, the car has doors you know. You could’ve used them.”

  “What? And run the risk of being accused of using the time to pose for a photo shoot. Not bloody likely, love. Besides, it’s been at least six minutes since you last hounded my arse. Now we couldn’t have that happen now, could we? What would you do with yourself?”

  “Oh, ha-de-fricken-ha. And stop whining, we got out didn’t we?” Piper says as she pulls back into the road, “Now enjoy your freedom.”

  “How could I not, I’m with you aren’t I?” I say with what was supposed to be sarcasm. Given our eyes lock and it feels like all the air leaves the interior of the vehicle, I figure it came out more as a sincere statement. Bollocks.