Ruin Me (3 page)

“Your mom’s going to kill you if you wrinkle up your robe before she can take pictures,” she says as she lowers herself into the car.

I glance in the rearview mirror at my robe lying in the backseat. “Probably,” I say. I do nothing about it and put my foot on the gas, but not before sneaking a peek at her beautiful ankles poking out from the bottom of her robe.

Piper turns in her seat and grabs my robe off the backseat. I watch her out of the corner of my eye as she gently folds it up and sets it down on her lap.

“Thanks,” I tell her.

“Don’t thank me,” she mutters. “I just don’t want to hear her whiny, shrilling voice when she rips you a new one for losing it on the freeway.”

I smile at her. Most of our verbal interaction includes swipes and jabs at each other’s parents. “Can’t be much worse than your dad’s horribly rehearsed, alcohol-laced
slur
of an introduction for his darling and gifted daughter.”

“It’s not my fault you spent the last four years bleeding mediocrity, Kai,” she spars.

“Oh, but there’s absolutely no nepotism happening here, folks,” I say as I take the freeway on-ramp. “She’s just
naturally
smart...”

Piper glares at me with her bright blue daggers and raises her arm. I nearly choke on my tongue when I realize she holds my robe between two fingers. She lets it slip free into the wind, but I reach out with quick reflexes and grab it before the air takes off with it, jerking the car into the next lane in the process. I right the car quickly and lay the robe over my lap as another car speeds around us with their horn blazing.

She stares straight ahead with an emotionless expression, but I swear I see a hint of amusement teasing her eyes before she slides her sunglasses up onto her nose.

Piper
fucking
Lynch.

I certainly have my work cut out for me this summer.

Chapter 3

Piper

I take my highlighter and run it across the page, marking a section of interest regarding the Louvre in Paris. I already have more places throughout Europe marked than I have time to visit, but I can’t help myself. I spent twelve years with my head in a book, pretending to be a perfect princess for dear old daddy, and it’s time for me to take something back for myself.

One week. I was
allowed
one week to explore Europe… and European men, of course.

Sure, I pitched the trip as educational to my father and stepmother, and they bought it hook to sinker, but there’s a better reason to see the world — and an even better one to get the hell out of here.

A gust of wind slides across my skin, chilling the hot summer sun on my body and drawing that clean chlorine smell from the pool to my nose. I lean back in my lounge chair and let the excitement tingle my senses with closed eyes. It’s been a few weeks since my last hook-up and I’ve been feeling that down-low itch a little deeper than usual. I’m holding it back, eager to let loose on an unsuspecting European man and his big, uncut cock. My nipples press hard against my red bikini top. A shiver trembles through my body and my fingers twitch in the direction of my...

“Mind if I do some laps?”

I peer through my sunglasses to find Kai standing above me in tight, white swim trunks and nothing else.

Oh, yeah. The
other
reason why I’m bailing on this place. My stepbrother. He’s been all over me for nearly three months since Graduation, no doubt on his endless journey to get in my pants. Everywhere I turn in the house, there he is passing me stiff compliments and trying to get in close to me. I can’t take it anymore. He’s just so suffocating.

“I don’t care what you do,” I mutter. “Just stay out of my light.”

He brings his hand to his head and gives a passive salute before tossing his towel down on the lounge chair next to mine. I watch him through my dark sunglasses as he moves to stand at the edge of the pool. He stretches his arms across his body, warming up the thick muscles of his chest and back. I admire his back, from his shoulders down the length of his trim body. I have to admit, I understand what all the girls in our class swooned about. Kai is far from unremarkable. He bends over, accentuating the gentle V-shape of his back, before performing a perfect dive into the pool.

I pull my eyes away and focus on my book to read a passage about Lover’s Bridge over the Seine River in Paris, a secret haven for public lovers and exhibitionists. Definitely something worth wasting a little highlighter ink on.

Kai’s arms push and pull at the water as he travels the long length of our pool and back again. It takes my full concentration not to watch him move. Kai is nothing if not graceful and athletic.

That dull rumbling starts low in my sex, thumping faster and faster inside. If I don’t get a good, hard dicking soon, I just might have to give in to his obvious advances.

Ugh, no. Take it back.

I look at my book again, but I find it even more difficult to concentrate with the moisture seeping out of my slit.

Kai’s hands reach out of the water and he pulls himself up with ease. His chest heaves up and down, taking long and deep breaths as water cascades down his body. I swallow hard to curb the salivation building on my tongue. My eyes travel the length of his body, down his stunning abs, all the way down to his…
Oh, my…

His tight trunks cling firmly to his wet body. I can clearly see the outline of his cock through the thin, white material. His thickness brings me great pause. I can’t stop staring at it. I’d heard plenty of whispers in the hallways at school about Kai Casablancas and his legendary cock, but I never believed a word of it until now.

“Planning a trip?”

I snap up to his face. “What?” He nods towards the book in my hand as water drips down his face. I fight the urge to jump out of this chair and lick it off. “Oh. Yeah.”

“Christmas break or something?” he asks.

“No.” I adjust in my chair. “This weekend.”

“What?”

I look at him and sense a sudden anger in his voice. “Mandy and I are getting rail passes and traveling around Europe for a week.”

“Says who?”

I feel a bump of satisfaction with his reaction. “Says
me
.” I lick my lips and curl them at him. “Is there a problem?”

He pauses in silence, but I can tell he’s thinking hard. He has a vein in his forehead that sticks out whenever he’s deep in thought, and right now, it’s pounding against his skin. Finally, he bends over and grabs his towel off the neighboring chair. “Not at all,” he says. He throws it over his shoulder and walks away, leaving a trail of wet footprints behind him on the pavement. The trunks hug his tush as he walks and I allow myself to take a long gander at it before he enters the house.

Another brush of wind tingles my skin, but it does nothing to cool me down. I imagine following him inside and pinning him against the wall. My tongue taps the roof of my mouth, begging to taste his sweetness on it. My clit throbs hard against my bikini bottoms. I need a sweet release and if I don’t get one soon…
Ugh.

I shove a bookmark between the pages of my book and toss my sunglasses off my head before rushing to the pool and cannonballing into the deep end.

I hold my breath and sink to the bottom, submerging my desires under thousands of gallons of water.

Three days. Just three more days and I’ll be pinned beneath a handsome European man. Or two. Hell, maybe a woman, I don’t care.

I just have to keep my shit together before I get there.

Chapter 4

Kai

Fuck.

Piper is leaving for the rest of the summer? When the fuck did this happen?

I slam the door closed on my way inside, causing my mother’s yorkie to go bark crazy. “Shut up, Thor,” I shout at him. He nips at my heels as I pass by. I brush him off softly with my foot and take the stairs up two at a time.

Fucking
Europe
?

No, this isn’t happening. I’ve spent this entire summer cozying up to that heartless witch and I’m not going to allow her to slip away from me just before the finish line. No way. No how.

I saw the way she was looking at me in the pool. She had her little eyes on me the whole time, peeking out over the rims of her sunglasses. I even wore my tight old trunks to
really
show her the goods. I fucking
had her
. She was
mine
. I could see it in her eyes. A few more minutes and she would have been begging to suck me off.

But now she and Mandy are going to Europe for the last week of summer?

Fuck.

I pull open the curtains of my bedroom window and stare down at the grounds. The lounge chairs where I left her are empty, but I find her nearby. She’s sitting on the edge of the pool with her feet dangling in the water. Her hair, perfectly styled in an up-do just minutes before, now hangs off her shoulders with elegant chaos. Strands of black lie fused to her white skin, plastering her shoulders with a delicate zebra print.

I grit my teeth at her sizable chest, just a
little
too large for her petite body. It heaves up and down. Her round breasts bounce with each inhale, inching closer to falling out of her tight, red bikini top. She bends forward and rests her face against her palms.

I’ve always relished in these moments with Piper. The moments where she doesn’t even know I’m watching her. It’s a hobby of mine. If there’s one thing Piper gets off on, it’s being the center of attention. When all eyes are on her, she beams bright and puts on a show for her adoring public. I bet she was positively
wet
during her Valedictorian speech.

I always ignore her during those moments, because I can tell how unbelievably fake they are.

She didn’t really care about taking first place in the science fair or earning the lead in the school play. I know because of the moments when she thinks she’s all alone. This is when I
really
pay attention and I see the real Piper Lynch plastered all over her alabaster face.

She’s fucking miserable down here with the rest of us lowly folk.

As if on cue, Philip Lynch strides into the backyard with his briefcase in hand and Piper’s petite little face splits with a wide open smile before he even notices she’s there. Her voice carries on the wind as she greets him with a high-pitched call.

“Daddy!”

He walks over to her with a smile and bends over to plant a fatherly kiss on her forehead. She forces a laugh as he cracks some stiff joke. He stands up, waves a quick goodbye, and continues on his way into the back of the house.

Piper’s eyes follow him closely as he moves, her smile falling more and more with each step he takes until it finally disappears completely. Her eyes flick up at the house and I know she sees me in the window above.

I don’t move. I stare down at her without looking away. Fuck it. If this really is the end of our little game, then I want her to know I’m watching her.

High and mighty, stuck-up, pretty, little, ice princess — Piper
fucking
Lynch.

She finally looks away and pulls her legs out of the water. I watch her as she grabs her book off the lounge chair and avoids my eyes as she strides back inside.