Page 82 of Just Friends
I turned to Piper. “Well, you wanna head down there and take a dip?”
She sucked air through gritted teeth. “I would, but I already told Katerina and the girls I’d hang with them.”
“Right on,” I said with a smile, so my disappointment wouldn’t show.
“Sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologize. This weekend’s for you.”
“I don’t know if it’s forme,necessarily,” she muttered.
“C’mon. You’re part of the crew,” I reassured her. “They all love you, you know that.”
“You know what I mean, though.” She meant she wasn’t a full-blooded WAG; that status could only be achieved by being a player’s girlfriend or wife. “I’m just here for support.”
I changed the subject. “What’re you girls up to, anyway?”
“Oh, just the spa thing—massages, facials; you know, the works.” She checked the time on her watch. “Speaking of, I should probably unpack and get ready.”
We headed back inside. Piper started neatly unpacking all her things from her suitcase, making use of the room’s wardrobe and closet. I didn’t bother unpacking mine; I was used to living out of a bag on the road.
I kicked off my shoes instead. “Let’s see how this princess bed feels.” I jumped onto the bed, and the fluffy mattress gently absorbed my weight without a bounce.
“Well, how is it?” she asked, peeking up from her suitcase.
I patted the spot on the mattress where I wanted her: right next to me. “Come and find out.”
With a dismissive laugh, Piper scooped up a change of clothes from her suitcase and stood. “I need to change before the girls get here. Be right back.”
She locked herself inside the bathroom. All I was left with was the whir of the bathroom fan and the feeling that I was anidiotwho kept making things worse.
But my personal hell didn’t last long. The bathroom door opened a minute later, and the smile she wore put my heart at ease. The rest of what she wore didn’t have such a calming effect on me, though—a big, billowy shirt went down to her knees, but the outline of her bikini was visible through the distressed white fabric. The glimpse at her veiled figure had my cock stirring and filling the crotch of my shorts.
“Okay,nowlet’s try out that bed,” she said. She hopped into bed—not as close as I wanted her, but we wiggled closer together anyway. “Ooh. Yeah. It’s comfy.”
“Yup,” I said.
She laid on her back, beaming as she stared upward. “Eight-year-old me would be sothrilled.”
“With what?”
She pointed at the canopy above our heads. “When I was a kid, I wanted a princess bed more than anything in the world.”
I chuckled. “Really? That’s random.”
“Well, remember, I slept on an old cot in a tiny yurt I shared with my sister. So forme,a princess bed was a pretty lavish fantasy.”
“And this is seriously your first time sleeping in one?” I asked, surprised.
“Is it not yours?” she countered, prodding her finger into my side. “Got something you wanna tell me, Mr. Princess Bed?”
I snickered and knocked her finger away. “Hey, it’s my first time, too—but I’m not the one who had a princess bed on my bucket list. What took you so long?”
“I grew out of it, obviously,” she giggled. “It was just a little girl’s fantasy. But I have to admit, Idofeel like I’m finally accomplishing some lifelong goal.”
I couldn’t help but smile. “That makes me happy.”
“Why?” she asked, amused.
