Winning my Best Friend's Girl - Piper Rayne Page 0,78
Terra and Mare.”
“You mean a real date where we shower, and dress and you get lucky after instead of the reverse order?” She chuckles.
“I don’t want my ego to seem too big here, but I don’t think you’ve had any complaints that we’ve been doing it backward?”
Her head falls to my shoulder. “Sadly, you are correct.”
“Come on. I’ll call Rome.”
She gets off my lap and I pick her up, carrying her into my room. When I drop her on the bed, she lies there, my T-shirt inching up, showing off her silk panties.
I climb up the mattress, my knuckles sliding along the outside of her panties. “Why, Dr. Harrison, you’re soaked.”
“You want to role play?” she asks.
I laugh while my hands dive under the waistband of her panties and pull the flimsy fabric off her. My stomach falls to the mattress and I let her legs rest on my shoulders.
“I just want to taste you.” I stare up at her through the opening of her legs, sliding my tongue along her slit.
“Well by all means, if you want an appetizer before dinner.”
“And I’ll have dessert later.”
I bury my head into her core. A few minutes later, she’s quietly coming with her fists clenching the comforter, her heels digging into the small of my back. I’d say it’s a good start to the night.
Twenty-Nine
Stella
Kingston and I walk out of Terra and Mare after dinner, the cold wind hitting us square in the face.
I put on my gloves and hat. “It’s so cold.”
He wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. “I’ll get you home and warm you up.”
The problem is Sedona is at home. I love the girl and I love that we can help her with Palmer, but I wouldn’t mind just one night with Kingston where we can mess around anywhere we want, and we don’t have to worry about being discreet. Not to mention every time I have an orgasm, I’m riddled with guilt because there’s an exhausted single mom in the next room.
“The two glasses of wine warmed me up. Let’s go for a walk,” I say.
His hand slides into mine and he leads me down the sidewalk. We pass the bakery and the children’s store. I find myself window shopping for Palmer. Then we pass Smokin’ Guns with no sign of Liam inside, but rather a burly guy tattooing some girl who seems to have a group of friends waiting for her in the waiting room.
“Lucky’s!” I say, tugging him forward. “I’ve never been inside. I wasn’t old enough and there hasn’t been a reason since I’ve been back. Let’s go.”
“To a bar?” Kingston asks. “Really?”
“One drink.” I hold up my finger to him. “Come on.”
“My family has already been a bunch of cock-blockers for us. Why not go into the town bar? We’ll probably find Grandma Dori and Ethel to spend our night out with.” Kingston rolls his eyes.
I nudge him playfully with my elbow. “Are you complaining about how much you’re getting laid?”
He laughs and shakes his head. “Not even a little.”
“That’s what I thought.”
I open the bar’s door and we walk inside. I’ve never been in Lucky’s before, but I’d bet good money it’s never been this quiet. All eyes are on us—and it isn’t until I scan the room that I see a familiar set of eyes staring at us from the pool table. Kingston’s body comes flush to my back, his hands possessively on my hips, and I’m positive if I looked up, I’d know where he’s looking. Right at Owen in the back corner of the room.
I just couldn’t leave well enough alone.
Disregarding all the watching eyes and focusing on the bar, I make my way over and sit on an open stool before ordering a chardonnay for myself and a beer for Kingston. He places a twenty on the bar top.
We’re just getting our drinks when the noise level goes back up, except I’m fairly sure they’re probably all talking about Kingston and me. I’m not immune to the sting of the gossip in this town. We’re together, so eventually we have to own that and to hell with what people might think.
I sip my wine and, from the corner of my eye, catch Owen walking over to us. “He’s coming.”
“Great,” Kingston murmurs. He downs a hefty amount of his beer, like the sooner he finishes, the sooner we can leave. Which at this point seems like a good idea.