Before Sunrise

by Sienna Mynx

  “Are you for real? You’re going to let me play with them?”

  “One. You can play with this one.” Kennedy smiled.

  Harper reached her hand out. Kennedy put the doll behind her back. “But you have to stay in the basement. Do not come up, and don’t bother me the rest of the night. I’ll make you some mac and cheese, too.”

  Harper readily agreed.

  Kennedy handed the doll over. “Cool. Let’s go.”

  They went downstairs. She fixed instant macaroni in the microwave, then popped a bag of popcorn, and poured Harper’s favorite, orange pop, over ice in a large cup. Her sister looked upon the feast with wide, appreciative eyes. She was a cute kid and mostly not a pain, but the manipulations were necessary. Harper would tell her mother if she saw Liam and Kennedy together. Kennedy wouldn’t risk that.

  Just as Kennedy left Harper in the basement, comfortably wrapped in a blanket with the Cartoon Network blaring, she heard the doorbell ring. Kennedy nearly jumped out of her skin. She hustled to the mirror in the vestibule and checked her makeup: lip-gloss and a little eye shadow only. She also fixed the front her salmon-pink sundress so it pushed up her breasts. Liam told her he liked her hair curly and picked out. Incurring her mother’s wrath, she’d let it air-dry all morning. She was ready.

  Kennedy smoothed down the front of her dress and approached the door like the lady of the manor. She opened it and smiled.

  Liam looked yummy. He stood there in his leather three-quarter-length jacket and a baseball cap. “You alone?”

  “You said you were going to call,” she grinned. She pulled his hand.

  “Babe, I don’t think I should come in. Can you leave?”

  “No. I told you, I got my kid sister.”

  “Cool, let’s take her to get something to eat.”

  Kennedy’s eyes went wide. “Are you crazy? She’ll tell on me.”

  Liam sighed. He looked around at the decorations and smirked. “Festive.”

  “Don’t ask. We do this every year. Kids come to our house for a party instead of trick-or-treating.”

  “It’s cool.” He nodded.

  “Come on in.”

  He didn’t move.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Feels weird sneaking in your house and all. Your age and shit. This is wrong. Let’s go for a ride. Bring the kid.”

  “Oh, Liam, we talked about this. Now come in, we don’t have all night.”

  When he still wouldn’t move, she wanted to scream at him. There would never be a perfect opportunity like tonight. And truthfully, his standing there in his leather jacket and Chicago Cubs baseball cap made her horny as hell. They’d had sex, lots of sex, every time they saw each other. She craved him. Liam was all over her and kind of rough with it but she liked his aggression. She felt him and wanted him in ways she never imagined she could.

  “Tell you what. How about the boathouse?” She ventured outside despite the chill. Liam stepped back. He looked at her three-story house and then at her.

  “It’s around back. It’s heated and private. Where did you park?”

  “Two houses down on the street.”

  “Perfect. We can see anyone coming. I can sneak back in the house if my folks come and you can get away with no one ever noticing. It’s perfect.”

  “You’re shivering.” Liam rolled off his leather jacket and threw it around her shoulders. Kennedy felt nothing but the heat in his gaze. She rose to her tiptoes and offered him glossed-up lips. To her delight, he accepted the kiss and returned it, seeking what they’d both missed all week.

  “Hello, beautiful.” He touched the side of her face. “I have missed you.”

  “Hello, handsome. I have missed you, too.”

  “Show me this boathouse.”

  Kennedy made sure the door was locked and secure. She took his hand and walked him around the colonial-style house with its low-trimmed hedges. The drive from the street to the front door of her parents’ home was a quarter-mile stretch. Most of the view was blocked by tall elm trees, but Mrs. Rogers next door had all-seeing eyes, so she needed to get him away from the door, quick. Around the back of the four-car garage was a laid brick sidewalk. It led off between the trees. She noticed the way Liam eyed her dad’s classic convertible Jaguar, the one he’d restored himself. “Wanna check it out?”

  “No,” Liam said softly.

  “You like cars?”

  “I can fix a few. When I get settled, I’m gonna get me a 1967 Pontiac GTO and hook it up.”

  “That’s cool.” She wondered what a GTO looked like.

  Together, they circled the garage and headed toward the man-made lake. Seven other homes shared the same tranquil waters. It felt cooler to the back of the property as wind blew in and shook the branches heavy with autumn leaves.

  “This is pretty nice, rich girl,” said Liam.

  “It’s okay, I guess.” She went to the door of the boathouse and sighed with relief to find it open. They went inside. Kennedy sneezed at the dusty, stale air. It wasn’t the season for boating. Her father’s speedboat was half-covered by a blue-green tarp. Liam lifted the edge a bit to peek in at the sleek machine. Kennedy, however, went toward a door to the back, a small room with more windows than walls. Inside, there was a really comfortable dark blue futon, a portable TV, and a mini-fridge. Her dad would sometimes come out here and watch the game and drink his beers so her mother wouldn’t bother him.

  She stooped before the fridge and got Liam two Heinekens. As he walked around, she turned to him and smiled.

  “Alone at last,” Liam said.

  “Here.” She handed off the beer and kept one for herself.

  Liam had to laugh to himself. She was his girl all right; at times, she knew his needs before he did. The beer would hit the spot, knock out his bad case of nerves. Even now he wondered how random his luck was to let a treasure such as her blow into his path. Young, beautiful, rich, the kind of girl back home that not only ignored a guy like him but he avoided like the plague. He took both beers out of her hands and she pouted. He sat down and set the cool bottles to the floor. “Come here, Kay.”

  Kennedy stood there with his jacket on and her arms crossed. “Why can’t I have a beer with you?”

  “You know why. Fuck, Kay, I’ve already corrupted you. Think I’m gonna make it worse by giving you something to drink so your folks can come back and smell it on you? Nope, we need to be careful, babe.”

  She rolled her eyes. “You said you didn’t care about my age, but you keep bringing it up.”

  “It’s too late to care, is what I said. I want to protect you. Promise me you won’t drink anything unless you are with me. In fact, promise me that you won’t hit any of those parties with Sierra if I’m not there.”

  Kennedy’s eyes sparkled with love. “You are so jealous.”

  “Come here, girl.”

  She removed his jacket and turned, leaning over provocatively to toss it behind her. He stared at her legs, letting his eyes climb to the hem of her skirt. His focus became singular. He wished he could see her round ass under that skirt. Her body alone had ruined him for all other women. Even so, maybe he wouldn’t feel like such a cradle-robber if she were closer to turning eighteen. He wished he’d known that before she cast her spell on him, which had him driving 100 miles an hour each weekend to creep around Connecticut just to be with her.

  When she turned around, he let his gaze linger on the heart-shaped bodice that cupped her breasts sweetly. She was so feminine. That was another thing about Kennedy he loved. Most girls wore tight jeans and cut-off shirts showing their navels to the front and the crack of their asses to the back. Not Kay. Her dresses were like something out of the fifties, with those flared skirts that dropped from her curvy hips. He loved how fresh and ladylike she always appeared.

  He’d seen her every weekend since they’d met. One of those weekend visits consisted of only two hours at the mall before Sierra had to take her back home. Still, nothing prevented
him from making the drive or spending most nights talking to her on the phone until they fell asleep. So yes, he sexed her each chance he got. How the fuck else was he going to make it through the week?

  “Come here.”

  Kennedy sashayed over, exaggerating the swing of her hips to tease him. He held his hand out to her and she was a good girl, taking it, then straddling his lap. He loved it when she did that, her sweet breath in his face and the heat of her sex over his subdued cock. He cupped her neck, lifting her chin with his thumb to study her. “You didn’t wear any panties, did you?”

  “No, Liam, you don’t like me to,” she teased. “Besides, you keep stealing them.”

  He sighed. He dropped his head back on the soft futon cushion as he rubbed her slender neck. “Kay, I think I….”

  He started to say the words, but again they lodged in his throat. Did she know how crazy he was for her? She’d confessed her love for him two days after they’d hooked up. He didn’t believe her at first. But it was hard to keep from not believing in anything Kennedy said. She had become the only light of love in his life. Liam wasn’t usually one to admit his fears, but he did fear what it would do to him if he told her and she didn’t truly feel the same.

  Kennedy batted long, dark lashes over hazel-brown eyes and he lost his nerve. He reminded himself that she was young and he was her first. It was possible he was no more than a crush. She probably loved him the same way she loved roller coasters, her designer Gucci purse, and her Usher poster. First love would make a girl like Kennedy see stars and butterflies around a guy one minute, then sober her up to recognize he’s just another loser the next.

  There loomed an even bigger concern for Liam. What kind of future could they really have? She belonged to a world where you had four-car garages and a boathouse. The pad he had back in Chicago with his mother was a two-bedroom apartment. Mackenzie, his little sister, had the smallest room and he had the sofa bed in the living room. He’d traded it for Heath’s sofa in Newark. His life was shit.

  “What is it, Liam?”

  “Just sitting here thinking how special you are.”

  “But you were going to say something.”

  He pulled her neck forward. He licked her bottom lip. “I want to fuck you,” he said.

  She giggled and threw her arms around him. Her eager tongue darted into his mouth with swift, quick strokes that made his groin tight. She rolled her sweet hips on top, something she knew he liked. Liam sucked in a deep breath, running his hands up her thighs, then under her dress. Her skin felt so soft. He found himself constantly squeezing and licking, sometimes biting parts of her. He had to touch her, see her tits bounce and ass jiggle, get buried deep. He eased his hand over her silky pubes to the plump lips of her sex. He rubbed her clit until he felt it swell against the pad of his finger and she moaned against his lips. Kennedy lifted on her knees to grant him better access. Liam took the liberty to slip two fingers into her cunt. Damn. Damn. Damn. Each time he went there he found her tight and ready with wet heat.

  “In my shirt pocket, beautiful,” he said between kisses.

  Kennedy reached inside and removed the condom, but it dropped from her small hand when he quickened his finger action, thrusting both in and out until her ass shook and her thighs quivered through her impending release. She bit down on her bottom lip and her response drove him crazy. Face to face, he saw her eyes roll and re-focus as he pumped her channel with his finger. She then dropped her head to his shoulder and bounced in the palm of his hand. Her whole body was racked with deep shudders.

  “That’s right babe, come for me. I got you. Come for me.”

  “Li-iam it-it-it feeels sooo good.” She gasped and wheezed as she let go.

  Liam relaxed his hand. He picked up the condom as Kennedy eased down to his knees and fumbled with his belt and zipper. Her nails scraped his cock when she drew it out and he hissed in a breath at the sting. But Liam liked her urgency. She was insatiable. The more he explored sex with her the more ravenous her appetite became. There’d always been a little adventure to it. Because sex had to be done in some clandestine spot not their own, neither of them wasted a moment.

  “I’ll do it.” She took the condom. She covered the round head of his cock with the rubber cap then rolled it down his ramrod-straight shaft. “I’m good at this now, huh?” she grinned.

  Liam smiled. He didn’t speak. Kennedy lifted to her knees, hiking her skirt so high he got a glimpse of her tender pussy, before she let the fabric fall and cover them both. She rubbed her slit over his dick, then parted the lips to receive him. Bracing her free hand against his shoulder, she got higher on her knees. She hovered a bit, angling her hips, then pressed down. Slowly, Kennedy began her descent. Tight heat gripped him.

  “Yes!” Liam shot his hips up for more. “So good, Kay. You’re right, babe, it’s so fucking good.”

  Liam observed the look on her face as she began to move. The whites of her eyes disappeared behind her fluttering lashes. Her soft, full lips parted. She had no idea how beautiful she was. She clenched her buttocks and pumped her hips and her channel squeezed his cock. He sat up and she pushed him down. Both her hands were pressed flat to his chest and she continued to move. She let her head fall back to reveal the slender perfection of her neck. Draped around it was a floating heart on a thin gold chain. It rested at the crease between her pert breasts. She said her father gave it to her and told him the meaning. He vowed to give her things, beautiful things one day, and cherish her.

  Liam gripped her ass, squeezed both halves, forcing her to go faster. He sat up to lick the tender skin of her throat, suck on her pulse without leaving a mark. Kennedy was his. He’d be damned if any other man on this planet ever sampled the sweet, pure love he found in her arms.

  Liam lost all sense of control. He could barely take it, thrusting hard enough to send pleasure all the way to his knees. She killed him with her lap dance, never breaking rhythm. She just kept giving him more, over and over until his head swam and the room became hazy. “Slow down, Kay. Mmm, babe, gimme a minute.”

  She eased up for a second, long enough to give him a wicked grin, and then she started loving him again.

  Liam groaned.

  He wanted to punish her ass, but first, he planned to enjoy their union just a little more. He flicked his tongue at her golden floating heart, tipped his head down to suck the tops of her breasts. Her nails dug into his shoulders. She was open for him.

  Liam took hold of her hips and directed her so she could take all of him in deep thrusts. Her head dropped forward, her forehead touching his as she did so. The need to bust a nut wound so tight in his groin he could feel himself begin to shudder. “Get up babe. Turn around,” he stammered.

  She lifted from his cock and he nearly wept over the separation. She gathered her skirt around her hips and turned to reveal her round ass. She backed toward him and he aided her in straddling his lap from the opposite direction. He was in her again with a single thrust and this time it was her turn to cry out. Liam sat up. He pushed down on her back and Kennedy pitched forward. He held her skirt so he could watch her nicely shaped ass moving on his lap. Liam reclined again, lifting his hips as she fell on his shaft. He watched himself slip in and out and was turned on even more by the contrast of their skin. It made him wild as a mad dog. He nearly started to howl, it felt and looked so good. She didn’t miss a beat. “Kay, girl. You kill me, babe.”

  Gloriously tight, wet, he found her both soft and accommodating, Liam struggled to make it last. Kennedy gripped his knees; she fell forward between his parted legs to give him full access. Holding on to her side, he pressed his other hand to the small of her back to keep her in place. It would now be Liam’s turn to shudder and grunt, pumping his release into the reservoir of the condom. Dazed, he thought about how much he wanted to rip it off and come all over her ass, then inside her again. Fuck, he needed more.

  “Ah, Liam, can you help me up?”

  “Shit. Sorry, babe.” He
pulled her back and held her, cupping both her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress. Kay remained with him semi-erect, still buried inside her. She rested against his chest, panting. He waited until he could feel her heartbeat stabilize under his hands. “Babe, let me get out the bed.”

  “Okay,” she said, slowly coming off him. He held to the rim of the condom, keeping her safe. Kennedy found tissues to clean herself, then gave him some to deposit the condom in before she buried it and the wrapper at the bottom of the trash. He rose, pulling up his pants. He fumbled at the bottom of the futon and unlatched it.

  “Don’t you think you should go and check on your kid sister?”

  He looked up and saw she too glanced back, toward the door.

  “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll be right back.”

  He smiled as she slipped out. Liam fell on the futon and closed his eyes. He felt exhausted, not just from the way she’d done him, but also from the drive in. Soon he drifted to sleep. Then she returned; he felt her slender, naked body ease over his, and she placed small, sweet kisses to his jaw and neck. He rolled her to her back and she blinked up at him. He discovered it wasn’t one of his many dreams of her. She was pinned beneath him. Her dress had been left on the floor.

  “We got another hour and you have to go, Liam. To be safe.”

  “Yeah, kind of figured.”

  “Are you really tired? I don’t want to waste our time. I wanted to…I miss you so much when I don’t see you.”

  “I miss you too, Kay.”

  She seemed satisfied with his response. She closed her eyes and kissed him, locking her arms around his neck so she could hold him to her. He pushed his jeans off all the way. Kay gave him more and more tongue, hooking her legs around his waist. Liam lifted up and stared down at her with wonder. He knew his next move would be a selfish one, but he would have to make it to say what he wanted to say. To her surprise, he slipped into her unsheathed. She looked a little scared at first. But when he got buried deep and started to thrust, the worry left her face.