After I decide to make fish and veggies for dinner, I check on Piper to make sure she’s okay. When my foot hits the top of the stairs, I hear heavy breathing and low whimpers. Her door is cracked open, so I quietly walk toward it.
“Fuck,” she whisper-hisses, and when I peek inside, blood rushes straight to my dick. Piper’s completely naked on the bed with her back arched as she finger-fucks herself. Her mouth is wide as she pants and moans, moving her fingers from her pussy to her clit.
I shouldn’t be watching, and I tell myself to leave, but I’m too entranced by her. I can tell she’s close by her unsteady breathing, but before she comes, she places her fingers in her mouth. Piper returns to her clit with slow and meticulous motions, allowing her orgasm to build again before she stops. Piper’s a fucking minx as she teases herself.
My eyes fall to her pink nipples while the sound of her pants and hard breathing increases.
“Tristan, yes…” she whispers.
My heart beats faster as she moans my name.
“Fuck, that’s so good. Right there,” she continues. There’s no way she knows I’m here because her eyes have been closed since I came upstairs.
Right now, she’s getting off to thoughts of me, and I’m two seconds away from busting in to help her get there.
She inserts two fingers, and I can tell how wet she is just by the sound of them thrusting in and out.
My dick throbs as she finally groans out through an orgasm. Her body convulses as her back straightens, and she comes all over her fingers.
Guilt floods through me for witnessing something so private and intimate, but I couldn’t help it. Once I saw her, I was frozen in place. Finally, I go to my room and carefully close the door.
I sit on my bed and close my eyes. Images flood in of her touching herself as I unbutton and unzip my jeans. My dick is hard and throbbing, begging for release. I roughly grab myself, stroking to the thoughts of Piper—her little nipples, her perfect pussy, the sound of her whispering my name.
I pick up my pace, growing more eager and rough as I violently stroke my shaft. I need to come so goddamn bad it hurts. With my back plastered on the mattress, I try to hold back my grunts as my muscles tense.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
The explosion rips through me as I come all over my hand. I try to steady my breathing so she doesn’t hear the orgasm ripping through me. Five minutes pass before I can grasp reality and pull my pants back up.
I’ve never come so hard in my life, and there’s only one woman to blame.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
PIPER
DAY 13
It’s July first, which means I’ve been stuck inside for nearly two weeks. Not being able to read the comments on the post Kendall made is making me twitch. Luckily, we’re chatting today, and I plan to find out everything she knows.
“Hey, sis, how ya holding up?” she asks in a cheerful tone.
I sit outside and huff, ignoring the mild hangover I woke up with this morning. I’m not about to mention the embarrassing stunt I pulled yesterday. Tristan was a proper gentleman while I stripped down nearly naked and drank too much. I could barely look him in the eyes this morning as he served breakfast and asked how I slept.
With my hand between my legs, thinking of him.
“I’m losing my damn mind. What are people saying about me online?”
“Pipes, you don’t need to worry about childish gossip. Take this time for a refresh, a mental health break—like you told everyone—so—”
“Kendall. Tell me, please,” I plead.
She blows out a breath. “Fine, but it’s not good.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, then inhale. “Just spit it out.”
“The main one is that you’re hiding a pregnancy.”
“What? That’s it? That’ll be easy to argue when I return without a baby.”
“Yeah, but they’ll just make up something else to explain it. But…”
“What else?”
“They’re saying you were secretly screwing your bodyguard. Apparently, Mom and Dad were so embarrassed and upset that they sent you away while they got rid of Tristan.”
“Oh my God, that’s ridiculous. They’re acting like Dad’s the leader of the Mafia.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Why would getting pregnant be so scandalous anyway? I’m twenty-one.”
“Allegedly because the Montgomery princess settled for someone below her class, and that’s something to gossip about,” Kendall says with a groan. “Their opinions are off base and don’t matter, which is why you shouldn’t let it get to you.”
“I’m not.”
“I know you and how you overanalyze what the haters say. Internet trolls just want something to talk about.”
She’s right, but it still stings when people gossip about my personal life. Regardless, it frustrates the hell out of me that I can’t prove them wrong or defend my damn self.