by Marie York
My phone buzzed in my pocket again, and I took it out. I had two texts from Nix. It was as if he knew what I was doing, and was warning me to think again.
“Who’s that?” Kennedy asked.
“Your brother.”
“Oh, what does he have to say?” Before I realized what was happening, she grabbed the phone out of my hand. Her eyes widened before a disgruntled laugh slipped from her lips.
She chucked my phone at my chest, and I managed to catch it before it fell to the ground.
“You missed me, huh? Was that before or after you fucked the blonde? Is that who that girl was that you were just catching up with?”
“No, Kennedy, it’s not…”
“It’s not what? Not what it looks like? How can you deny this?” She steps toward me, and jams her finger at my phone. “It’s as clear as fucking day. And I know damn well you weren’t referring to me because you’re not that stupid to even joke about it with my brother.”
“Kenny, just let me explain.”
“Becks, I feel like that’s all I’ve been letting you do is explain. If it’s not one thing, it’s another. I don’t mind doing whatever we’re doing, even if it’s just sex, but I refuse to do anything with you if you’re sleeping around with other girls. That’s one thing I can’t deal with.”
“There are no other girls.”
“I get that’s who you are, and it’s a lot of me to ask from you, but if we’re going to do…”
I pressed my fingers to her lips. “Can you stop talking for two seconds? There is no blonde. That girl you saw earlier, everything I said about that was true. The only blonde in my life is you. I only texted that to Nix because I don’t want him to suspect anything. So, I lied to my best friend for you. For us.”
“How do I know you’re telling the truth?”
“Because for some reason, I can’t lie to you.” Tears pricked her eyes, but she never let them fall. I smiled, and took her hand in mine, wanting to be as close to her as I could. “How about that breakfast?”
“Sounds perfect.”
Chapter 7
After an amazing breakfast at the diner, I decided to bring Kennedy to my favorite place, on the outskirts of town.
“Where are we going?” she asked, as I turned my car off of the main road, and down a side street.
“You’ll see.”
She tipped her sunglasses down at me, revealing those beautiful brown eyes of hers. “But I want to know now,” she whined like a child.
I chuckled at her attempt to get me to talk. “You never did like surprises.”
“Nope. Which is why you should tell me.”
“Nope. Even more reason not to.”
“You’re evil.”
“And you love it.”
“Yeah, sure.” She rolled her eyes, and sunk back into the chair, reaching over, and resting her hand on mine.
I squeezed her fingers and then brought her hand to my mouth, pressing a kiss to her knuckles before returning it to the shifter.
The road turned to dirt as we passed an abandoned house, and I drove as far down as I could before pulling over. Kennedy eyed me curiously before jumping out of the car and looking around.
“What is this?” she asked, as I met her on the other side.
“You’ll see.” I took her hand, and guided her down the dirt road into the woods.
“You’re not going to kill me and bury my body in here?” she joked.
I smiled. “Nah. You’re too pretty to cut up.”
“That’s sick.”
“You started it,” I defended. “Come here.” I pulled her over to me, and covered her eyes with my hand.
“You sure you’re not going to kill me?”
“If you don’t stop talking, I might.” I tickled her sides, and she wiggled into my crotch, making me go rock hard. With my free hand, I grabbed her hips, and pulled her ass against my bulge. “You see what you do to me?”
“Mmm,” she groaned, reaching behind her, and cupping my dick. She rubbed up and down then gave it a squeeze. “Please tell me where we’re going involves this.”
I hadn’t thought about it before. I just wanted to show her this place I discovered one day when I went exploring out of boredom. But, now, with her hand on my dick, I was beginning to rethink my plan.
I leaned down, pressing my lips to her ears. “It very well could,” I whispered.
Goosebumps prickled her skin, and I trailed my tongue down her neck, following their path. A moan rumbled up her throat, and I wanted to take her right there on the ground, but not until I showed her what I came here for.
“But not yet,” I said, and urged her forward.
“Is that water I hear?” she asked, and I tickled her side.
“You are so impatient.”
“I’d call it observant.”
“Of course you would.” When there was a clearing in the woods, I turned left, and brushed my lips against her ear. “Open,” I said and dropped my hand.
She gasped as she took in the abandoned garden. A small wooden walking bridge crossed over a brook, and gave way to a field of wildflowers. It looked as though someone spent a lot of time back here, making it the perfect getaway, but hadn’t been back in years.
Ivy grew along the bridge, wrapping around the banister. A gazebo sat in the far corner just along the brook, surrounded by overgrown rose bushes. Water flowed downstream and birds chirped. Kennedy walked away, and spun around, taking it all in. The smile on her face was the only response I needed.
“Come on.” I held my hand out to her, and she didn’t hesitate, sliding hers into mine. I guided her across the bridge, and over to the gazebo.
She let my hand go as she explored the wooden structure that was so weathered it looked like it was always a part of the woods.
She looked out over the railing to the brook, and I walked up behind her. I nuzzled my face against her cheek, engulfing her in my embrace.
“Becks, it’s beautiful. Who does this place belong to?” she asked, turning in my arms.
“I think the abandoned house we passed coming down here. I don’t even know if anyone knows that this place exists.”
“That’s so sad. How did you find it?”
“I was bored one day. Decided to go exploring. I saw the dirt road, and curiosity got the best of me. When I came upon this, I was so excited, but then that excitement faded because I didn’t have anyone to share it with. I kept telling myself I’d come back, but I never wanted to come alone. This is the type of place you share with someone, and not with just anyone, either.”
She ran her finger down the side of my face. “And you decided to share it with me?”
“Ken, you’re the only person I ever wanted to share it with.”
Her eyes watered as a smile curved upward on her beautiful face. I cupped her cheeks with both hands, and pulled her lips to mine. It was soft and lingering as I savored every second. She ran her hands up my chest, and then back down, slipping under my shirt, and continuing her trek upward.
I dipped my head, dragging my tongue across the sensitive spot of her neck, twirling and sucking, until she moaned. Her hands tightened on my bare chest, and her nails dug into my skin, as I moved my lips down her skin.
I reached for the hem of her shirt, and she lifted her arms as I pulled it over her head. My eyes settled on the white bra, and my dick throbbed at the sight. White lingerie on girls was the ultimate turn on for me, and white lingerie on Kennedy was the epitome of beauty.
“God you’re fucking beautiful,” I said, as I pushed her bra strap from her shoulder, trailing kisses in its place.
Her fingers ran through my hair, tugging on my bun, and pushing my mouth closer to her skin. I rested my hands on her ass, and hoisted her up until her legs were wrapped around my waist.
“I didn’t want to do this,” I said, pulling my mouth from her shoulder.
“Do what?” she breathed, as I pushed the material of her bra away, and drew her nipple
into my mouth. I twirled my tongue around the tight bead, sucking and nibbling it, until her fingers knotted in my bun.
I pulled away, and slowly eased her on the floor of the gazebo. “Have sex with you in a public place. I wanted to do it right. In my bedroom, on my bed. But…” I shivered, so worked up from having her beneath me. “I need you now.”
She reached down, unzipping my pants, and wrapping her hand around my engorged cock. “I told you. I’ll take you any way I can get you. And, right now, I can’t imagine a better time or place. This is perfect.”
I looked down at her. Her brown eyes glistened against the early afternoon sun, and her blonde hair fanned out around her was like an angelic golden curtain. The water trickled behind us, and the rose bushes blocked us from most angles. She was right. In the chaos of it all, every single event that brought us to now, I was finally getting it right when it came to Kennedy Bennett.
“With you, it’s perfect chaos,” I said, and smashed my mouth to hers, swiping my tongue along her crease. She parted instantly, and slid her tongue against mine in a seamless rhythmic dance.
She ran her hands back up my chest, then grabbed my shirt, and pulled it off. As soon as the material was away from us, I drew her back in for another kiss. She was intoxicating and I couldn’t get enough. I needed to taste her, to feel her, to hear her soft moans muffled against my lips.
I lifted her up, unsnapping her bra with my left hand, and peeling the cups away with my other. Her pink nipples beaded into tight peaks, and I raked my thumb across one, while taking the other in my mouth.
I swirled my tongue, lapping and teasing. She arched into me, as I pinched her other nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I trailed a line of kisses down her stomach, stopping at her jeans.
Her hips pushed up, and I laughed at her impatience. I flicked her button open, and pulled down the zipper, smiling at the white lacy material. I peeled her pants away from the one thing I craved. I tossed them behind us, and spread her legs, as I hooked my finger around the lace, and pulled it aside.
Her pussy glistened, dripping wet with desire. It was practically begging for my tongue, and I wouldn’t deny it. I glanced up, catching Kennedy’s lust filled eyes.
“I’m going to do all the things to you that I should’ve that night, and this time, I won’t walk away when I’m done.”
“What are you waiting for?” she joked.
I tickled her side, and she squirmed beneath my touch. As she let out a laugh, I shoved a finger into her wetness, and the laugh turned into a gasp. Her head fell back, and I dropped my head, circling her clit with my tongue.
“Oh my God,” she breathed out, only fueling my actions.
I twisted my finger, pulling it in and out, as I lapped at her slick folds. Her hands knotted in my hair, and I picked up speed, pumping my finger in rhythm with my tongue.
Her leg wrapped around me, tightening with each lick and thrust. My finger gleamed with her juices as I pulled it out, sticking two in my mouth before slipping both inside of her. She moaned her appreciation, as her body lifted into me, begging for more.
I clamped down on her clit, and she flung her arms back, smacking them against the ground as her body writhed beneath me. My hand pushed down her stomach, keeping her in place. I curled my fingers inside of her, hitting her g-spot, and she screamed out.
I sucked harder, and thrust into her with wicked abandon, riding out her orgasm until her body went limp. I gave her pussy a kiss as I slowly eased my fingers from her delicious center. But, I wasn’t done yet.
I got up and kicked my pants off, kneeling down in front of her, before I parted her legs, and plunged into her.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered.
She reached out to me, and I went to her. Her hands held my face, and she looked deep into my eyes as I rocked into her. I had always thought Kennedy was breathtakingly beautiful, but in that moment, with the sun shining down on her, she was pure perfection.
Her lips pressed against my shoulder. “You’re too good at this,” she whispered against my skin.
“I’m just getting started,” I replied, and drove into her pussy harder and deeper.
Her muscles tightened around my cock, and I slowed my pace at the intensity. Long, languid strokes, in and out, as I dipped my head, and flicked her nipple with my tongue, before sucking it into my mouth.
I leaned back, gathering her with me, and sitting up, so she straddled me. Her arms snaked around my neck, and she pulled her body tight against mine. She took over, riding my cock, sliding up and down, and taking me in completely.
A groan rumbled up my throat, and she grabbed my face, smashing her lips to mine. Her tongue dabbed at my crease, and this time, I parted for her. She plunged into my mouth with wet, hot determination, searching my tongue out, and lovingly caressing it when she found it.
Her hips ground into me as she pushed onto my chest and urged me back, dominating me. I submitted to her, letting her take the reins.
With each motion, her tits bounced, and I lifted my hands, cupping them. I ran my thumbs across her nipples, and then squeezed and kneaded the swollen mounds.
Her teeth slid over her bottom lip, as she closed her eyes, and let her head fall back. The ends of her hair brushed my legs, causing an entirely new set of sensations to course through me.
She lifted ever so slowly, and then impaled herself on my cock. She repeated the motion over and over until my balls began to tighten until they were practically inside me.
I gripped her waist, holding her in place, as my dick throbbed begging for release. I wrapped my hand around her head, and yanked her mouth to mine. I devoured her, relishing in every euphoric slick feel of her tongue against mine.
My hold on her waist went taut as I drove into her. Over and over. Her muscles constricted, squeezing my dick as her orgasm over took her. She fell limp against my chest, and I continued driving into her with one thrust after another until I exploded.
Her head rested on my shoulder, and she pressed kisses to my neck, as I caught my breath.
“That was amazing,” she said, pulling back, and kissing my nose.
I love you. The words were in my head, making their way to my mouth, but I forced them back. What the hell? I was losing it. It was official.
Kennedy Bennett just fucked me stupid.
Chapter 8
Kennedy had been spending a lot of time at my place, so we decided to take a break for one night. Plus, Erica, her roommate, was getting bored and lonely. Kennedy promised me she wouldn’t get drunk, and wake up in some stranger’s apartment again. And, even though I found myself wanting to spend every waking minute with her, I agreed that a night apart would be good for the both of us.
Besides, it had been a long time since I had seen my boys. Max and Tripp were the first two people I met when I transferred last semester. If we weren’t at McGuire’s, we were getting drunk at their place, and watching whatever fight was on TV. So, I called them over to my apartment to watch the baseball game.
They each showed up with a six pack. We gave the usual greeting and then sat down in front of the TV.
Max took a swig of his beer, and then swiped his brown hair from his forehead. “So, where the fuck have you been?” he asked, tipping his bottle to me.
“Around.”
“Trish said she saw you with a girl the other day.”
Trish? Oh. The blonde waitress. That was her name.
Tripp scratched the black stubble on his chin. “Beck is always with a chick.”
“Yeah, but he never keeps them around long enough to get them to fight with him.”
I didn’t think Trish saw all of that. I guess she did. Not that I really cared. It might actually be better. Kennedy and I might not be official, but I swore to her that, while I was sleeping with her, there was no one else.
I rubbed at the back of my neck and shrugged. “I guess you can say I’m seeing someone.”
“Ha ha!” Tripp exclaimed. “I never thought I�
��d see the day. This girl must have beer squirting from her nips.”
“Don’t talk about her nips,” I growled.
Max raised his eyebrow, and I realized my mistake. I was getting defensive. I was in deeper than even I thought. Then again, this was Kennedy we were talking about, and if anyone was going to talk about her nipples, it was going to be me and only me.
“He’s screwed,” Tripp said, and I ignored his and Max’s laughter as I took a sip of my beer.
Bottom of the sixth, there was a knock at the door. I wasn’t expecting anyone else, so I glanced at Max and Tripp to see if they invited anyone. Neither flinched, so I got up and opened the door.
Kennedy stood there in a trench coat, her blonde hair in a beautiful mess of curls, and her lips, at the same height as mine because of her super high heels, were shiny and begging for my attention.
“Kenny, what are you doing here?” I asked, as she bunched my shirt in her hand.
“I missed you,” she said, with a flutter of her eyelashes, causing my dick to harden.
Just then, Max and Tripp screamed out in victory. “Homerun, baby!” Max’s voice drifted over to us.
Her eyes shot wide. “Oh my God, you have company,” she panic whispered.
“You were supposed to be hanging out with Erica.”
“She cancelled on me for some poetry reading. I mean she invited me, but it sounded so boring, so I thought I’d surprise you.”
“You did. Why don’t you come in and meet the guys? Watch the game with us.”
“I…uh…no. I don’t want to intrude. Go back to your friends. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“You’re not intruding.” I wrapped my hand around hers, and yanked her in the door before she could say no. “Hey guys,” I announced as we walked over to the couches. “I’d like you to meet Kennedy.”
“Kennedy!” Tripp shouted, and then fell back into the couch laughing his ass off. He leaned back up and cleared his throat. “Sorry. Hi Kennedy, I’m Tripp. You’re Nix’s little sister, aren’t you?” he asked, and I wanted to smack myself in the forehead.
Nix had come here last semester for a visit, and met Max and Tripp. It’s when I first found out Kennedy might be coming to this school.
