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  Piper’s little voice travels on the wind as I roll in closer to her. That deep tone with just the perfect amount of femininity blended in. I feel a twinge in my pants as I push the brake near the curb. “Hey, Pipes.”

  She glances at me from the corner of her eye. “What?” she asks.

  “Let’s go. Mom’s waiting.” I watch her as she tries to continue her conversation with Mandy, but Mandy looks at me instead.

  “Hey, Kai,” she smiles at me.

  “Howdy, Mandy.” I give her a wink and her smile grows a little wider. Mandy Black. She’s bendy. Really bendy. She pushes her brown hair back behind her ear and I get a burst of satisfaction when Piper finally turns in my direction with an annoyed frown.

  “Let’s go,” I repeat.

  I hear Piper tell Mandy something about calling her later and she finally steps off the curb towards the car.

  “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 rear view 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 peak 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 in 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 Lourve 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 firm 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 of 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 upstairs 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, peaking 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, Phillip 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.

  ***

  “So, Piper…” My mother gathers a bit of pasta with her fork, twirling it around. “What do you have planned for your trip?”

  Piper glances up from the barely touched food on her plate, her little eyes scanning around at each of us as we stare at her.

  “Yeah, Piper,” I say. “Tell us all about it.” I shovel some noodles between my teeth.

  A fake smile strikes her lips. “Oh, I can’t wait,” she says. “We’ll land in Berlin first, then from there we’ll take trains to Munich, then Rome, and finally Paris.”

  “That’s a lot of ground to cover in so few days,” Philip says.

  “We won’t have a whole lot of time to waste anywhere,” Piper says, nodding her head, “but I’m looking forward to seeing the view from the trains. I think it’ll be really cool.”

  “Sounds delightful,” I mutter.

  She narrows her eyes at me for a brief moment to hide the shadow of amusement passing through. “It’ll be peaceful and quiet. A nice change of pace before school starts.”

  I stare back at her and bounce a passive smile. “I don’t know,” I say. “It doesn’t sound all that safe to me.”

  “Safe?” she parrots back.

  I sit up straighter in my seat. “Two young girls wandering around foreign countries all by themselves?” I shoot at cautious look at her father. “I mean, I’ve seen a lot of movies that start out like that and they don’t end well.”

  “We’ll be fine.”

  “Kai may be right. I’ve been thinking about that as well,” Philip says. “Maybe your stepmother or I should go with you. An extra pair of eyes won’t hurt.”

  “No—” There’s a desperation in her voice, but Piper masks it quickly with a smile. “Really. We’ll be fine. Mandy has been to Germany plenty of times before. She knows her way around — and we’ll be on crowded trains the entire time.”

  I lay on the paranoia. “It still sounds real risky to me. I mean, you don’t know who could be sitting next to you…” She leers at me with a death stare, one that sends a cold chill down through my toes. I can’t stop the smile from cracking across my face.

  “Philip,” my mother begins. She reaches out a hand and brushes her fingers over his. “I’m sure the girls will be perfectly fine. You went on a similar trip in your youth as well, didn’t you?”

  Philip sighs. “Yes, Ava,” he answers, “but the world was such a different place back then…”

  “That’s right,” Piper grins with opportunity. “You didn’t have cell phones with GPS permanently enabled at all times so your wonderful and trusting father could check in on you and track where you were whenever he wanted to.”

  He lowers his eyes and glances at her over the rims of his bifocals. “You’ll have it turned on the entire time?” he asks.

  “Every moment.”

  I flex my jaw as she looks up at him with her little puppy dog eyes. What a bitch.

  “Okay,” Philip gives in. “But I want a complete itinerary — on paper — with every train car you’re assigned to and every hotel you’re staying at. I want to be able to glance at it and know exactly where you are the entire time. Kapeesh?”

  Piper beams. “It’s already on your desk, Daddy.”

  “Good girl.”

  Her eyes slowly move in my direction. They land on mine across the table and I hear her voice ringing out in my head.

  Don’t fuck with me.

  I sit back and take a sip of my drink. I chug it down in disappointment while her eyes linger on me. I thought for sure appealing to Philip’s fatherly paranoia would work, but then my fucking mother had to go and ruin it.

  Thanks a lot, Mom. Piper leaves for the airport tomorrow morning. Now what am I supposed to do?

  “I can’t believe how grown up the two of you are,” my mother coos. “It seems like just yesterday the two of you were playing with each other in the back garden.”

  I scoff silently. Mothers always have very different memories of these things. I remember playing with Piper as kids, all right. I remember how she used to sit there and read, merely glancing up at me with hatred fo
r three hours while you and her mother drank mimosas on the lawn. “Oh, how time flies,” I say. I wink at Piper across the table and she glances away.

  “And now you’re going to USC, Kai,” she continues, looking at me with pride in her eyes. “Just like I did.”

  “And my little Piper’s going to Harvard.” Philip reaches out and lays a hand on Piper’s shoulder. I fight the urge to roll my eyes. I guess Piper’s knack for constantly one-upping everyone around her is genetic.

  “Well, it wasn’t a contest or anything…” Piper mutters with a half smile. Oh, Pipes. Don’t play the modest shrew now.

  “Everything is a contest, Piper,” Philip says, pointing his fork at her. “There’s no such thing as a participation trophy in the real world.”

  Oh, great. Here comes another one of Headmaster Lynch’s classic motivational speeches. I’m sure they’re plenty motivating to Piper, but to me? The B-average jock? Might as well staple a sign to my forehead that reads “fuck you, kid.” And my mother? Bless her heart. She reaches across the table and pats my hand as if to say, “You’re still perfect to me, son.”

  “Excuse me,” I say. “I’m meeting up with Shawn tonight. Dinner was great, Mom. Thanks.”

  “Have fun, sweetie,” she says. “Don’t stay out too late.”

  “We won’t.” I take my empty plate and walk across the dining room into the kitchen to lay it in the sink.

  Piper’s voice carries through the house as she continues talking about her trip. My feet turn numb, stalling me in place near the sink. I lean against the kitchen counter and listen in closely as the sound travels between my ears. It’s intoxicating, really. Like a pleasant siren’s song passing through ocean waves.

  But then lightning strikes and the storm arrives to fuck you and your ship up.

  I push off the counter and wander across the kitchen. Her dark blue eyes meet mine for a brief second as I pass across the open doorway on my way into the hallway.