Piston by Andi Rhodes

Chapter Twenty-Three

_{We belong to each other.}

Holland

“I’m sorry I couldn’t help out today.”

My cell phone is sandwiched between my ear and my shoulder while I spread mayo on some bread. I’m starving and have barely eaten all day.

“It’s fine, Janessa. We got it all.”

“That’s good. So, when am I going to get to come over for a girls night?”

“I don’t know. When are you free?”

“Now.”

“What, no Tinder date?” I tease.

Janessa heaves a sigh. “I’m kinda over the whole Tinder thing. I haven’t been on a date in over a week.”

“Damn. You feeling okay?”

“I’m feeling fine,” she snaps and guilt hits me. I was trying to joke around, but apparently, that was the wrong thing to do. “Sorry. It’s just, I saw you with Piston at that cookout and—”

“You mean the cookout where you were holed up in a bedroom with Pony?”

“Would you let me finish?”

I cringe. “Sorry. Go ahead.”

“Anyway…” She draws out the word dramatically. “I saw you with Piston and realized I want that. I love sex. And sex with Pony was a life changing experience for sure, but... I don’t know, it’s not enough anymore.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that. You know that, right?”

“I know.”

“Why don’t you come over tomorrow? We can watch Netflix, drink a bottle of wine, and talk about boys.”

Janessa chuckles. “Sounds good. Seven o’clock work for you?”

“It does.”

Even if it didn’t, I wouldn’t tell her that. I sense that she needs this. She’s been super supportive since my dad died and even covered for me at work. I can take a night away from Piston and spend it with her.

“I’ll bring the wine.”

A knock on my door pulls my attention. “Hey, girl, I gotta go. But I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See ya.”

I end the call as I walk to the front door. Piston must have finished with club business. I grin as I yank open the door, but my face falls when I see it’s not him standing there.

“What? Not who you were expecting?”

Merry-go-round—no, just Meredith… she’s no longer a Bangin’ Betty—shoves past me, into the living room. I don’t close the door because I have no intention of letting her stick around.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I cross my arms over my chest and glare. A thought hits me, and I shift my hands to rest on my hips. “More importantly, how do you know where I live?”

No one knows where I live. No one other than the Soulless Kings and Janessa. I haven’t even submitted a change of address form to the post office yet or switched things over with HR at work.

“You think you’re the only person who can follow someone undetected?” My eyebrows shoot up and she smirks. “Yeah, people talk. I hear things. I know you followed some bikers around, followed Grizzly and left your business card on his bike.”

“You’ve been stalking me?”

“I’ve been keeping an eye on my man,” she corrects.

Meredith’s grip on reality is tenuous, at best. Normally I wouldn’t give a shit because she’s no one to me, but Piston is my man.

“Piston was never yours, Meredith. And he never will be. It would be in your best interest to accept that.”

“In my best interest?” Meredith’s face reddens and her hands ball into fists at her sides. She stalks toward me, and while my instinct is to back up, I stand my ground. “You don’t have a clue what you’re talking about!”

“I do know what I’m talking about. I also know if you don’t get the hell out of my house, I’m going to call the cops.”

Meredith turns on her heel and crosses the room to the couch. She flops down on it like she owns the place and a sigh of frustration passes my lips.

“Go ahead, call ‘em.” she taunts.

A motorcycle roars in the distance and relief floods my system. I didn’t want to have to get the cops involved, but I would have. Now I don’t need to.

Meredith jumps up from the couch and rushes to the open front door. She doesn’t actually step outside, but she does block the doorway.

“See, he’s coming for me.” She looks over her shoulder and smirks. “Just like I knew he would.”

The longer I’m in her presence, the more unstable she sounds, and I begin to wonder if she’s on something. Or maybe it’s the exact opposite. Did she forget to take meds?

Silence ensues after Piston pulls in my driveway and turns his bike off. The quiet is quickly replaced with thunderous steps on the front porch.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he snarls.

He towers over Meredith, like he towers over most people, and if I were her, I’d be very concerned about the murderous scowl on his face.

Rather than answer, Meredith launches herself at him and wraps her arms around his neck like a damn monkey. Piston makes no effort to catch her, but he does walk through the doorway with her hanging from his body. He grabs her wrists to yank her free and shoves her to the floor.

“You made a giant mistake coming here.” He steps forward so he’s standing over her, his feet planted on either side of her torso. “You should’ve done as you were told and stayed away.”

“I know you don’t mean that,” Meredith cries. “It’s okay, Piston, she knows. We don’t have to lie anymore.”

“What does she know?”

“That we’re together.” Her eyes dart from him to me and back again. “Isn’t that great? We can be together without sneaking around now.”

Piston leans over and grabs Meredith’s arms and pulls her up to her feet. He drags her toward the door and pushes her onto the porch, where she stumbles but doesn’t fall. Piston steps back and puts his hand on the doorknob.

“I’m going to do you a favor and give you a head start. But in five minutes, I’m calling in the brothers and when they track you down, you’ll be heading straight to the Nightmare Room.”

“What?” I ask, unable to be a silent spectator any longer. Piston pulls his phone out of his pocket and glares at me. I don’t relent. “Why the hell are you waiting?”

“Because, for once, I don’t want to spend my time in the Nightmare Room. I’d rather spend it with you.”

“Oh.” I wave my hand toward Meredith. “Proceed.”

Piston returns his attention to the whore. “Time’s ticking.”

Meredith sneers at him, her commitment to the delusion gone. “She should have listened!” she screams before she lunges back inside toward me. “I told you to leave. I warned you what would happen if you didn’t.”

“You,” I say, realization setting in. “You vandalized my car!”

“And you didn’t listen!”

“You’ve gotta be fucking...”

Piston’s words trail off when my fist connects with Meredith’s face. Her head whips to the side and she collapses to the floor. Her skull thuds on the hardwood and I glare at her, my chest heaving.

“Call the guys. She lost her chance at a head start,” I demand.

When I don’t hear any movement, I glance up at Piston to see him staring at me with a grin on his lips.

“What?” I cock my head.

“Nothing. That was… damn that was hot.”

He steps over Meredith’s unconscious body and pulls me against him.

“Make the call.” I lean into him, adrenaline waning as need takes over. “And then we’ll see how hot things can get.”

Piston does as I ask, and while we wait for Riker to come get Meredith, he fills me in on why he had to leave so quickly earlier.

“Well, I think we can rule out a connection between my car, the threat at the clubhouse, and the fire.”

“Seems like it,” he agrees. “Meredith is clearly off her rocker, but if the vandalism to your car was because she wanted me or had it in her head that she already had me, she’s not going to threaten the lives of anyone in the MC. It just doesn’t make sense.”

“So what now?”

“Squirrel is digging for information. We’ll know more tomorrow.” Piston glances out the window when he hears the unmistakable sound of a motorcycle then he grins wickedly at me. “And as soon as Riker takes the trash out, I’m going to show you just how wrong Meredith is about whose man I am.”

“I like the sound of that.”

Ten minutes later, with the trash disposed of, Piston hoists me over his shoulder and carries me to the bedroom. His shins hit the edge of the bed and he throws me onto the mattress.

Piston strips out of his clothes so fast. His cock juts from his body and I can’t take my eyes off it. He places one knee on the bed, then the other, and straddles me.

“Your clothes have to go,” he growls.

Apparently, I don’t move fast enough because he grips the neckline of my tee and tears it down the middle, the sound of fabric ripping fueling my desire. His eyebrows shoot up when he realizes I’m not wearing a bra. That was the first thing to go once I was alone earlier.

My nipples pebble under his gaze. His eyes follow his hands and his nostrils flare as he drags my shorts and panties down my legs. He leaves them around my ankles, and I kick my legs free.

Piston trails his fingers up my calves, over my thighs, around my navel, and stops at my breasts. He tweaks my nipples, eliciting a moan from me. Fire swirls through my veins when he replaces his fingers with his mouth.

He nips and licks my tits until I’m a writhing mess of sensation beneath him. Cool air washes over me when he works his way back down my body, this time with his mouth. He stops when he reaches my pubic bone and scoots off the bed and kneels down.

Piston grips my calves and yanks me toward him, throwing my legs over his shoulders. I’m wide open for him, exposed and desperate for him to fill the space. He kisses the inside of my thighs, trails his tongue up to circle my clit.

“Holy hell,” I moan.

“There isn’t anything about what I’m going to do to you that’s holy, sweet cheeks.”

The rumble of his voice vibrates against my clit and my hips rock. Piston continues to stimulate the most sensitive part of me, but he also begins to finger fuck me. That combination, from this man, is no doubt what will kill me. And I’ll die a happy and sated woman.

“Come for me, Holland,” he demands as he curls his fingers inside of me. “Come. Now.”

My body convulses amid sinful bliss. I lose the ability to breathe, to be aware of anything but Piston’s fingers and tongue. I ride the high for what feels like hours and finally, he slows his movements and lets me return to awareness.

“Good girl.”

Piston grins at me as he crawls up my body. I fully expect him to stop and kiss me but he doesn’t. Instead, he continues upward until his dick lines up with my mouth.

“My turn,” he commands, remaining on all fours above me.

You don’t have to tell me twice.

I greedily wrap my lips around his erection and he quivers. Power flows through me knowing I have that effect on him. I cup his balls and slide my mouth up and down. I swirl my tongue around his tip, tasting him, savoring him.

Piston thrusts in and out, his cock slamming into my throat every time. His body tenses and he grabs a handful of my hair to stop my sucking. He pulls out and quickly flips me over onto my stomach.

“Fuck,” he says in a tight voice. “You’re as tempting from the back as you are from the front.”

He grips my hips and lifts my ass up, impaling me at the same time. I fist a hand in the sheets and force my hips backward to meet his thrusts. Piston’s hands grab onto the globes of my ass and he spreads my cheeks.

As he fucks me, he teases my tight hole with his thumb. I throw my head back as he penetrates where no man has ever been. Immediately, my walls clamp around his shaft and I explode.

“That’s it, sweet cheeks.” He pounds into me. “Take my cock like you own it.”

My upper body gives out and my face presses into the mattress with each thrust. Piston removes his thumb and grabs my hips to keep me from collapsing. He’s unrelenting, uncontrolled. He’s wild, wicked, and so fucking good.

“Ah, fuck,” he shouts when his body tenses.

Piston trembles as he lets go and shatters above me. He takes everything I have to give and my pussy takes everything he gives in return. His movements slow and eventually stop.

He rolls to the side and we both collapse, sweaty, panting, satisfied. I twist to face him and grin when I see how spent he is.

“Did it work?” he asks with a devilish grin.

“Did what work?”

“Did I prove to you whose man I am?”

I roll over and scoot back so he’s spooning me. I reach behind me and grab his hand to pull it around me. I hold it tightly to my chest.

“Piston, there was never any doubt about that. We belong to each other.”