Page 105 of Eleven of a Kind
I thrust in and out of her as our lips meshed and our tongues met. Her nails dug into my back as an orgasm tore through her. The euphoric feeling of being inside her was something I craved more than ever. I halted and exploded inside her. Dropping my body on hers, her arms tightened around me as I buried my face into the side of her neck and pressed my lips against her.
Rolling off her, we both rolled on our sides and stared into each other’s eyes.
“You are so beautiful.” I smiled as I ran my hand down her cheek.
“You’re only saying that because I give you great sex.” She grinned.
“True, but I still think you’re beautiful even when we’re not having sex.”
“I love you, Dr. Gabriel Kind.”
“I love you too. I think you need to start packing up your things.” My fingers played with the ends of her hair.
“Why?” Her brows furrowed.
“Because you’re moving in with me.”
“I am?”
“Yep. I know your lease is up for renewal in a couple of months, and I don’t want you to renew it. You’re at my house 24/7 as it is. Let’s make it official. Move in with me, Piper.”
“Nothing would make me happier than to move in with you, Gabriel.” She kissed my lips.
“Let’s get dressed, go back to my house, and tell Riley. She’ll be really excited.”
After getting dressed, we hopped on my motorcycle, and I drove home. When we stepped through the door, I called out for Riley. She didn’t answer.
“She’s probably working in the studio,” Piper said.
We walked out the sliding door and to the studio. When I opened the door, Riley was sitting at her pottery wheel sculpting clay.
“Hey, you two.” She smiled.
“What are you making?” I asked.
“What does it look like?”
“A vase?” I arched my brow.
“Very good, Dad. I’m actually making it for Piper. I think it’ll look good in her apartment.”
“Aw, you’re so sweet.” Piper smiled. “I can’t wait until it’s finished.”
“Riley, we have some news to tell you.”
She took her foot off the peddle and turned to us.
“You’re pregnant?” she asked Piper.
“Oh, God, no.” She laughed.
“I asked Piper to move in with us, so that vase you’re making will have to stay here.”
“Awesome.” Riley grinned. “I would hug you, but my hands are full of clay. I’m happy you’re moving in, Piper. When?”
“Today,” I said.
“Today?” Piper cocked her head.