Winning my Best Friend's Girl - Piper Rayne Page 0,66

to the side for her to get by, and she walks through the rose petals. “Stella?”

She turns to face me at the top of the stairs.

“You’ll wear that dress for me again sometime when I can strip it off you?”

She smiles and nods. “Promise.”

I watch her disappear down the stairs before I turn off all the candles and grab my bag, not bothering to go to my room. I change in the foyer—then realize I need to message Lou before he gets here.

Grabbing my phone from the pocket of my discarded jeans, I pull up Lou’s contact.

Me: Hey man, sorry to do this but do you mind not coming to the cabin tonight?

Lou: What the fuck? Why not?

Shit, I know he’s paid his share and it’s an asshole thing to ask of him, but it’ll be all kinds of awkward if the three of us are here. I’ve waited so long to have this with Stella—I want tonight to be perfect.

Me: Stella’s here and things are developing. I’ll totally pay you the money back for this weekend. I’ll even take your shifts or whatever.

Lou: You’re a dumb ass.

Lou: I wasn’t coming up anyway. It was all arranged.

Lou: Stella’s one step ahead of you.

Lou: You got played. :P

I stare at the phone. She’s already made sure we’re up here all alone. Just as I’m about to message Lou back, she comes up the stairs in a plush white terrycloth robe, her locs piled up on top of her head in a bun.

“If you’re naked under there, I might just lose my willpower.”

She laughs and slides down one side for me to see the white strap of a bathing suit. Well, a guy can dream.

I break the distance, take her hand, and plant a quick kiss on her lips. I guide her to the sliding door.

“It seems like a waste.” She looks down at the unlit candles.

“No. It was romantic. I swooned.”

She playfully hits me on the back with her other hand and I chuckle, opening the patio door, allowing her to go out first. The water is bubbling, steam rising into the cold air, and the color-tinted lightbulbs change color underneath the water.

I step in first, pretending not to be freezing my ass off. The warm water a welcome relief to my chilled skin. I lean back in one of the curved seats and her hands shake as they reach for the tie of the robe.

“Stella?” I ask, inching across the water. “Are you nervous?”

“It’s just. You’ve never seen me and…”

I grab one of the ties and pull her forward. “I promise you, I’m going to love whatever is underneath this.” I tug on the tie.

“What if I have three boobs?” She raises her eyebrows.

“Do you honestly think I would have a problem if you had three boobs? Talk about motor boating.”

She smiles but doesn’t laugh. I slide my hand under her robe, feeling the silkiness of her swimsuit, and rest it on her hip.

“Relax. It’s me.” She says nothing about my hand, so I chance pulling the tie of her robe again.

She stares at me as the robe slides open. I’m breathless at the sight of her white one-piece swimsuit that shows off her amazing curves and contrasts beautifully with her ebony skin. Her nipples poke through the fabric, teasing me.

She slides the robe off her shoulders and steps up onto the stairs to get in. “It’s freezing.”

“Get in here with me.”

As soon as she’s in the water, I wrap my arms around her, and our lips lock in a kiss that would’ve warmed me up without hot water around us. My hands don’t stray too far, not wanting to push her past her limits. When I lean back, she straddles my lap and I glance down to see her amazing tits right there for the taking. I desperately want to lean in and run my tongue along her cleavage.

“God, Stella, I’m so fucking hard.” My voice sounds as rough as sandpaper.

“I can tell.” She grinds against me.

Stella’s never been one to not communicate when she doesn’t want something, so I take my chances. My hands fall to her ass, pulling her closer. She moans and wraps her arms around my head, her lips finding mine.

Oh, tonight is going to be a good night. The best night ever, in fact.

Twenty-Five

Stella

Never have I felt this good. I don’t have a ton of sexual experience, but enough to know this is different. This is earth-shattering, good old-fashioned making out. Kingston’s lips never