Winning my Best Friend's Girl - Piper Rayne Page 0,49

much does it cost?”

He studies me for a second, his arms still crossed how I imagine my father would’ve looked in my teenage years when I did something stupid. “Nothing.”

“What?” I laugh. “You have to charge us.”

He shakes his head. “No. It’ll be free, but you come here first. Okay? And Samantha is not ready. If you want to come back and helicopter ski again before that and I’ll see how she does, that’s fine. But no novices are welcome.”

Well shit, that conversation with her is going to suck.

“Why are you doing this?” I ask, unable to understand why someone who doesn’t know me at all would be willing to help me get my rocks off by jumping off a cliff. He clearly doesn’t look like he’s excited by the prospect.

“Let’s just say I’m making my own amends for something.” He claps me on my shoulder and walks away.

I follow him with my gaze as he goes into an office and shuts the door.

“Let’s get home. I’m starved,” Tank says.

He and Samantha walk past me and he smacks her ass on the way out, but I’m still trying to figure out the puzzle of Tim helping us. I think the dad vibe is messing with my head.

We no sooner get back to the cabin than the moans, banging headboard, and screams from Samantha’s room start. I guess that adrenaline really does do it for her and Tank.

I stare outside at Stella sitting in a chair as Lou builds a fire. If I had her to come home to, the adrenaline would be an aphrodisiac for me too.

Nineteen

Stella

While Lou builds the fire outside, I head downstairs because I’m bound and determined to read this book I bought. Right now, I’ll get lost in anyone’s story but mine.

When my feet hit the landing, Samantha’s moaning and groaning hits my ears. The thump of the headboard in sync with her verbal declaration of how great it feels fills the small hallway.

Jealousy I’ve never felt before crawls up my throat and makes breathing a struggle. I bite my bottom lip. What is Kingston doing to her in there? She could be an advertisement vouching for his sexual abilities. Either that or she’s a great actor because the longer I stand in the hallway listening to them, the hornier I get.

My mind drifts to images of Kingston’s hands on me. I have no idea if he’d be with me like he is with Samantha right now—which sounds uncontrolled and unrestrained and a little too chaotic for my taste. Not that I don’t want to be fucked good and hard. Just the thought brings a rush of blood to my face. And then I remember that he’s in there with her and seething jealousy feels as if it’s eating away at my insides.

I can’t handle listening to him with someone else, so I grab my book from my room and rush up the stairs. I hope he takes a shower after he’s done because I’m not sure I can handle smelling another woman on him even though we’re only friends.

“How was skiing?” Kingston’s voice startles me and I miss a stair, twirling around and falling on my ass.

“What? How?” My hand covers my heart.

He laughs and holds out a hand. “I know I’m good-looking, but you’ve known me almost my entire life. You should be used to these looks.” He winks.

I hate that fucking wink.

I accept his hand. He’s showered. Dressed in sweatpants and a long-sleeve T-shirt with an unzipped sweatshirt over. I don’t say anything, listening intently for a moment.

Sure enough, Samantha screams—or more accurately, sounds like she’s howling like a wolf. If she’s not careful, they’re going to think she’s calling the pack.

“I thought you two were…” I point toward downstairs.

“No.” He laughs and steps up one step, cornering me against the railing of the stairs. “That’s Tank. Why, Stella…” His gaze dips down, but I’m as covered as though I’m about to go build a snow fort. “Are you jealous?”

I scoff. “What are you talking about?” I back step up another stair, but he follows me.

“Your lip is all swollen like you’ve been biting it. That’s usually a sign that you’re upset.”

I shake my head. “No, it’s not.”

“If you say so.” He shrugs and walks by me up the stairs, seemingly unfazed.

God help me, I follow him, checking out his ass instead of telling him off.

“That’s right. We’re friends, so of course you wouldn’t be jealous.” He grabs a beer from the fridge.