Reviving Kendall (White Trash Trilogy Book 1)

by Brandy Slaven

  “Awe,” she says, “I missed you too.”

  We’re gone for a little over five hours. She takes me with her to the salon and demands that I get a manicure and pedicure with her. After doing it, let’s just say there will be more trips like that in my future. I watch her getting her hair styled and decide that maybe it’s time for something new for me too, but not today. Then we eat lunch and shop for a new outfit for her, even though I’m beginning to think that the whole thing was for me as she throws yet another skirt at me.

  Both of us leave with two new sets of clothes, and feeling like a million bucks from the salon. I hate being wasteful with the money in the bank, but I owe her several times over, and don’t let her pay for anything.

  As we pull back up to my house, I let out a huge yawn, and I think about going back to sleep. For some reason, today has completely worn me out.

  “Uh uh,” Ryleigh says as she parks. “The guys would kill me if they came over to find you passed out.”

  “Why would they care if I’m asleep later?” I ask while watching her dig through a bag in the back.

  She mumbles to herself and then says, “Ah hah,” as she finds what she was looking for. Handing me a slim silver can she says, “This is made with natural fruit juice and green tea. It’s like a healthy energy drink.”

  I look from her to the can skeptically, but crack it open and take a swig anyways. It’s not half as bad as it sounds.

  The smile she shoots me is smug, “You’ll thank me for that later.”

  Her attitude and playfulness remind me of Teagan, but not in a weird way. “I’m glad to have you back,” I smile.

  Returning it, she says, “Right back at you. Now get out of here and go get ready.”

  My face scrunches in confusion, “Ready for what?”

  “Uh uh,” she says with a shake of her head, “I’ve managed to keep it a secret all day. Just trust me. Wear the second outfit.”

  I roll my eyes. Should have known that her and the guys were up to something. I take my time getting out all of my bags as a small act of rebellion, and she sighs dramatically in the front seat, “You’ll have fun I promise. Call me later…or on second thought. Maybe not.” We both laugh as I shut the door and she pulls away.

  Beautiful Sweaty Messes

  Juggling the bags and drink in my hands, I manage to get the front door open, only to be accosted with color everywhere. There are flowers on every inch of flat surface available. Bouquets of soft pink roses, big yellow sunflowers, deep purple lilies, and tiny white carnations cover the entire living room. It doesn’t surprise me that the guys were in the house while I was gone. They all have their own key to get in, but the flowers are like a sucker punch to the gut. No one has ever gotten me flowers before, well, besides Billy, and I’m just going to go ahead and say that it doesn’t count, considering.

  I drop my bags at the door and walk to the counter where a note sits waiting. Be ready to go by six. That gives me about three hours to get ready and after this, I’m going to put as much effort as I can into looking nice for them. I’ll have to trust Ryleigh since she seems to know where we’re going.

  After taking a long hot shower and shaving every inch of my body that needed it, I put my wet hair up in these old school rollers that I’ve had forever. Found them a long time ago at one of the thrift stores back when I used to dress up to go out. They’re pretty cool. All I have to do is roll up my wet hair and then blow dry them. I used to put some hairspray kind of stuff on it before the rollers came out, but I haven’t bought that stuff in a really long time. Let’s just hope it’ll hold up without it. I’ll leave them in while I do my makeup and get dressed just in case.

  Going as light as I can, I only put a little powder on my face and then do up my eyes with eyeliner and eyeshadow. Stepping back to look at my face, the black liner brings out the green in my hazel eyes, but something is still missing. Searching through my scantly filled makeup bag, I find it. I dab some of the bright red lipstick across my lips and blend it in with my finger. When I’m done, I nod at myself in the mirror. Fucking perfect.

  I drag the bags from the shopping trip into my room. Once again trusting Ryleigh, I put on the outfit that she recommended, and when I look in the dresser mirror, it’s hard to even recognize myself. I still haven’t gained back all my weight, so I’m skinnier than what I normally am. The skirt is black with huge red, roses and their green leaves all over it. Sitting right above my belly button it leaves the bottom hem to stop mid-thigh. There’s about a two-inch gap between that and my shirt, showing off a little skin between them. The shirt is what truly sold me on the outfit. There’s a strip of black fabric that runs across my breasts. See through lace sleeves works from the bottom of my elbows up to an oval shaped neckline and covers that strip of fabric all the way down to the exposed skin. The back is definitely my favorite. It fastens like a bra at the bottom, leaving a big open hole exposing most of my back and tying at the top with lace strings that hang down to the skirt. Putting my feet into a pair of all black wedges and taking my hair out of the rollers, I stand for a good five minutes just staring at myself. Not to sound conceited, but I look good. Even I wouldn’t guess that the person in front of me came from the trailer park.

  All dressed up and nowhere to go, I sit on the couch and fidget with my phone as I admire all of the flowers. Just from knowing the guys as well as I do, I know who picked which flower. Lucas the pink roses. Teagan the sunflowers. Mav the purple lilies. Last but not least, Goose the white carnations. I’d bet my last dollar on that, which probably isn’t such a good phrase to use anymore. I’m just thankful for all those days in the garden with Nana. At least now if the guys ask, I don’t look like a complete idiot.

  Lights flash across the front windows and my heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest. All of us but Mav have been on some sort of date kind of thing before, and I’m not sure what to expect. The rap on my door makes my heart skip a beat, which is weird because they never knock. As soon as the thought fires in my head, the door opens and Teagan walks in.

  Holy fucking sexiness. His hair is pulled up into a messy man bun thing on the top of his head, and the smile he throws me would melt ice. There’s a blue open long sleeve flannel shirt covering his t-shirt and the tight blue jeans hug his legs just to show off all the muscle there. His smile turns dark as he takes me in from head to toe. When I make a move towards him, he holds up a hand and in a husky voice says, “Wait right there. They need to see this as I did.”

  Less than two seconds later Goose comes in complaining, “Dude, you could have at least waited until the car was in p…” He trails off as he catches sight of me standing across from them. Damn it, Goose looks just as good as Teagan in his own way. His black dress shirt is buttoned all the way up except the last few, and his sleeves are rolled up, like always, displaying his massive forearms. Just as T, his light blue jeans look like they were tailored to fit him. He opens his mouth to say something, but closes it just as fast.

  Lucas, who was right on Goose’s heels, grins at me as he says, “You look down-right fucking sexy, baby.” He’s the first one to come over and wrap me up in both his arms and his scent. As always, he’s in his jeans and leather jacket. A look that has become one of my favorites. He should patent that shit.

  When he lets go, my eyes lock on Mav’s face as he does a head to toe inspection of my body. My cheeks turn pink as his eyes linger on the open space on my stomach. His eyes meet mine, and I see the fire there that he’s trying so hard to hide. He arches an eyebrow as he shoots me a wicked half smile. That’s all the invitation that I need. I move to stand in front of him, and he keeps that same look on his face, almost daring me to make the first move. Teagan and Goose are standing close enough for me to see them watching us out of the corner of my eye. Dressed just like Goose, his dark button up has every one done up to his neck, and paired with a lighter pair of jeans.

  His hands twitch like he wants to reach out for me, but he put
s them in the pockets of his jeans instead. Challenging me to make the first move, his head tilts back to look down to me with that sexy fucking eyebrow still arched. The wedges have given me some extra height. Wrapping my arms around him, I’m able to go up on my tiptoes to kiss him right underneath the chin. It dips, and his lips find mine as his arms go around me. The naked skin of my back meets his fingertips and then his palms as his kiss deepens.

  It’s a good minute before we pull away from each other, the fire still burning in his eyes. A laugh slips from my lips as he goes to smooth his black hair that I messed up just now without even realizing I was doing it. Letting go, I take the one step to Goose and throw my arms around his neck. He pulls me into a big bear hug, lifting me off my feet, as he whispers in my ear, “You look beautiful.”

  I grin like an idiot and give him a quick kiss. Almost as soon as my feet touch the floor, T has my hand and spins me to him. Surprising me, he dips me back and kisses my chin as a laugh falls from my lips. Always expect the unexpected with him. After he pulls me back up and kisses me thoroughly, I thank them all for the flowers.

  T circles his arms around me from behind as Lucas says, “We weren’t sure what your favorite was, so you got four different kinds.”

  “Which one is your favorite?” T asks in my ear.

  I throw him a look over my shoulder, “I don’t choose favorites.”

  The four of them laugh and Goose says, “Even in flowers.”

  “I don’t really know if I had a favorite flower before today, but I now have four,” I confess to them.

  They laugh again, and I take a second to consider what a lucky girl I am to have them, “So, where are we going tonight?”

  “How do you feel about going to a concert?” Mav asks.

  I shrug, “Never been, so I can’t say.”

  Goose tips his head back and shakes it at the ceiling before looking back to me, “You have no idea what you’re missing.”

  “That means we get to pop your concert cherry,” T says, still behind me.

  I roll my eyes and slap his arm playfully, “Who are we going to see?”

  Lucas, practically vibrating with excitement, says, “Beauty in Lies.”

  “Their shows are always sold out,” Goose adds. “It took Mav pulling some strings to get us tickets.”

  That’s interesting. I wonder who he knows in the business that allows for those kinds of strings, maybe I could get him to tell me some day.

  Mav interrupts my inner thoughts, “Speaking of which, we need to get going or we’re going to be late.”

  I throw on my jacket and check to make sure I have all of my stuff in my pockets before we lock up. Teagan makes a sound and I turn to find him looking angrily toward the apparently offensive jacket, and it makes me laugh.

  “Why are we not taking the Rover tonight?” I ask as I see Lucas’ truck in the driveway. I’ve gotten so used to taking it when all of us are together, that it’s weird not seeing it here.

  Lucas throws his arm around my shoulders as we walk, “We’ve got to head into the city, and Mav tends to get road rage there.” Said subject throws Lucas a ‘fuck you’ look and Lucas laughs as he adds, “Besides, I’m more partial to my truck now. What about you?”

  My face goes red all the way to my ears as Teagan groans, “Seriously dude? Rub it in why don’t you?”

  Lucas laughs and kisses me on the cheek before walking around to the driver’s side. Teagan reaches out for my hand to help me into the back where Mav is already waiting. It’s been so long since I’ve been in a skirt that I don’t think about it raising up in the back as I lean over to get in.

  I yelp in surprise as teeth catch me right under my right ass cheek.

  “Sorry, not sorry,” T says, jumping in behind me. “You can’t put that right in my face without repercussions.”

  Lucas laughs in the front seat as Goose shakes his head with a smile. Mav looks jealous as fuck, but not at Teagan. I’d wager to say that I’ll be getting in on his side next time.

  “Here, let me help you out of this,” T says working my jacket off my shoulders. “If you get cold, you’ve got us to warm you up.”

  I have a feeling tonight is going to be filled with those sexual innuendos, and it’s just getting started.

  It takes us about an hour and a half to drive into the city. Goose turns on the band that we’re going to see, and plays their music the whole way. I must say that I’m in fucking love with their sound. When we pull up outside of the venue, I’m bouncing off my seat excited.

  Lines to get in that wrap around the venue can’t even put a damper on my mood. Luckily for us, Mav knows his people. He got us VIP passes that let us just walk right in. There’s some kind of meet and greet thing after, but all I’m worried about right now is seeing if they sound as good on stage as they did in the truck.

  We find our spots close to the side of the stage just in time to see the opening act take their places. The open space around us disappears quickly as more people flood into the arena. Thankfully, I have my own personal body guards who make four separate walls around me. Mav stands behind me with his hands on my hips, T to my left, Goose on my right and Lucas takes point in front of me. They aren’t going to let me get lost in the crowd, which I couldn’t be any more grateful for.

  The band on stage kill it, but waiting on the sound that I heard in the truck makes me feel like all of the molecules in my body are bouncing around trying to escape.

  As they finish, and the lights go dark, Goose leans down to my ear and asks, “Having fun?”

  It’s still so loud from all of the people that I don’t bother trying to answer. I just nod, and he grins at me. The announcement for the main band is made, and I go up on my tiptoes to throw my arms around Lucas’ neck. He leans back so I can reach his ear, “Here they come.”

  Turning his face, he captures my lips for a quick kiss just as the first notes pour from the stage. I can honestly say that the only thing more beautiful than the sound that hits my ears in that moment would be my guys’ voices. They must be attractive, too, considering the squealing of the girls around us. It makes them sound like a bunch of groupies. Me, however, I only have eyes for my sexy quad.

  Always the first one to start dancing, Teagan sways us in time with the beat, and before I know it, I find myself dancing with Mav as the other three provide a buffer against the crowd. Hands slip under my skirt and palm my ass as we grind against each other. His lips find my neck as my fingers weave into that perfectly styled hair. I love being the one who gives it that fresh rolled out of bed look. One of the guys on stage has a voice that reminds me of Mav, and the sound has me wishing that he’d sing to me. Or better yet, take advantage of the human walls around us and fuck me where we stand.

  In what feels like no time at all, they play their final song and I’m left wanting more of both them and of Mav.

  It’s all I can do to follow the guys as we flow with the crowd out into the hallways. All I want to do is pull Mav into a dark corner somewhere to release all the tension inside my body right now.

  “Are we battling our way to the meet and greet?” Lucas asks above the noise.

  The guys shrug like they don’t care one way or another, so I guess I’m left with the decision. As much as I’d love to meet them, I honestly just can’t get my brain off Mav and the way he felt against me, so I shake my head, “Maybe next time.”

  I figured Lucas would be disappointed, but he actually looks relieved. It seems he isn’t much of a fan of the hordes of people. Mav and Goose grab my hands and don’t let go as we weave through the masses toward the truck. My suspicions were correct as Mav tows me to his side and helps me in when we get there. The slip up with T earlier was truly an accident, but this time I purposely take my time getting in, while giving Maverick a full show. The adrenaline from the show and sexual tension between us has left me feeling wonton. Sweet baby Jesus, please let one of them stay with me tonight. I secretly hope its Mav, but I’m not gettin
g my hopes up. He’s only stayed two nights and that was when all of them were there with me.

  The ride back home is quiet, even with the music of the band still playing through the speakers. I think the other three can feel the tension coming from Mav and me. His hand sits high on the inside of my thigh, almost in a dominant, claiming kind of way, every second that we are in the truck.

  When we make it to my house, Mav hops down to let me out. I’m not sure what the plan is tonight or who, if anyone is staying, but I ask him anyways, “Stay?”

  His eyebrow goes up in question as that fire comes back into his eyes and he nods. My insides feel like there are a million butterflies flittering around at that one small movement. I make my rounds giving the other three kisses, and telling them thank you for an awesome night. Lucas backs up and waits until the door is open before pulling away.

  We’ve no sooner made it in the door before I practically jump Mav. At first, he stands as still as a statue, as if I took him by surprise, but that only lasts for a second as he literally growls into my mouth. The sound does something to my brain, because my muscles turn to Jell-O in his arms. Doesn’t matter, he’s ready to catch me as if he expected it.

  Lifting me underneath the back of my thighs, I wrap my legs around his waist as he stalks his way to my bedroom. I wait for the drop to the bed, but it never comes. Instead, the cold dresser meets my almost bare ass and thighs. Mav grabs the back of my head and dominates my mouth until there’s no fully functioning thought running through my brain except the need to have him naked.

  The button on the top of his shirt is the only one that survives as I undo it and rip it open the rest of the way, only to be met with another obstacle of an undershirt. He stops long enough to yank them both off his body and toss them in the corner somewhere. My lips find his now naked chest and the sound that falls from his lips makes me want to kiss every inch of his body just to see if he’ll keep making it.