Too Sweet (Boys of Lake Chapel)

14. Kendrick

Chapter 14

Kendrick

“Come on, Mama. You’re wrinkled like a prune.”

I secure the towel around my waist, then offer Jojo my hand.

She slowly rises out of the water, a fucking vision all wet and pliable from our soak. I scan her luscious curves as water sluices down her torso and legs. Is it strange to admit I’m jealous of water? Nah. I’m obsessed with this woman. There’s no shame in the way I crave her.

She uses my hand for balance as she steps over the ledge and out of the tub. “Should I be concerned that we just took a bath and you didn’t even attempt to fuck me?”

Goddamn. The sass from this girl.

Although I guess it’s a fair question. I can’t recall the last time I had her in the shower… in the bath… or hell, even in the hot tub back at the isle, and it didn’t lead to more. Fucking her wet is one of my favorite ways to have her.

When I’m sure she’s steady on her feet, I grip her chin and tip her head back to meet my gaze. “You know getting dirty with you then cleaning you up is my favorite, Mama. But this afternoon wasn’t about me. It was about you. To take your mind off things. To help you relax. Because it’s Valentine’s Day ,” I quickly clarify before capturing her mouth in a hard kiss. “And because nothing satisfies me more than taking care of my woman.”

She doesn’t argue as I wrap a fresh towel around her body and secure it. What she does do is hit me with those gorgeous bright blue bedroom eyes framed by thick lashes. Ignoring her wanton stare, I guide her toward the vanity and grab another clean towel off the stack. Blotting the wet ends of her hair, I catch her heated gaze in the mirror.

“Don’t look at me like that, Mama,” I warn. Kyl’s been texting me for thirty minutes about dinner, trying to hurry us along. “The boys are waiting on us.”

She bites down on her plush lower lip, her eyes never leaving mine.

Chuckling to myself, I reach across the sink and grab a brush and a hair elastic, then get to work brushing out her hair.

“One or two?” I ask, holding up the single elastic.

“One is good,” she replies.

I make quick work of twisting her hair into a thick braid. When I’m done, I move the plait to one side, smooth my hands over her bare shoulders, and place a kiss at the top of her spine.

The bath clearly helped soothe her nerves. I think she’ll be thrilled with what we have planned for the rest of the night, too.

With that in mind, I shoot my shot and broach the topic I’ve been itching to talk about all afternoon.

After placing a soft kiss on her bare shoulder, I say, “About the necklace…”

Jojo turns around and faces me, her expression still cool and even.

“I’m sorry for the way I reacted, K. But it still feels like too much.”

That’s what I was afraid of. But I’m not giving up that easily.

“Too much how?”

She averts her gaze, a clear sign that she’s uncomfortable. I don’t want to make her upset, and I don’t want her to shut down on me again, but I need to understand, and I hope like hell that there’s enough love and trust between us to encourage her to hear me out and try to understand where I’m coming from, too.

I cup her cheek in one hand, tilting her face back toward me. “Talk to me, Mama,” I coax.

With a slow swallow, she nods. Her voice is uncharacteristically soft when she speaks. “The necklace was beautiful. But it looked really expensive.”

It kills me to know she doesn’t think she’s worthy of this type of gift. But the necklace was never supposed to be about her birthday. Hell, I didn’t even plan to give it to her for Valentine’s Day—the timing just worked out like that.

“It was expensive,” I confirm. I won’t lie to her. “But it’s also more than just a necklace.”

Her eyes flit up and meet my gaze in the mirror.

“Can I show it to you again?”

She presses her lips together, and I wait her out. If she says no, I’ll respect that boundary. But I hope like hell she’ll hear me out.

“Okay,” she finally agrees.

I bend down and pull the jewelry box out of my discarded pants. When I right myself, I hold out the box and open it slowly, bringing my lips to her ear to explain.

“The green gemstones are emeralds. They used to be my Ma’s.”

Her sharp intake of breath confirms I’ve got her attention now.

“She left them to me and told me I’d know what to do with them when I met the right person.” I place another wet, lingering kiss on top of my girl’s shoulder.

“The diamonds between the emeralds? I bought those myself.”

She shivers. “So those are real diamonds?”

I keep my mouth on her skin but lift my gaze to find her worried expression in the mirror. “They are,” I murmur, trailing more kisses along her neck.

“Ever since I started getting NIL deals, every dollar I’ve earned went back to my Pops for the girls. That was my choice. I want them to go to the best schools and to never have to worry about anything. But then last weekend happened.”

Joey’s eyebrows shoot up in question.

“Knowing how well things went at the Combine made it all feel real for me. Having you by my side, knowing this dream is actually about to come true? I wanted to celebrate. For the first time in my life, I wanted to use my hard-earned money on something I wanted: a gift for the person I love most.”

“Kendrick.”

My name is soft and breathy coming out of her pretty little mouth.

“I want to spend the rest of my life spoiling you, Jojo. Worshipping you. Letting the whole damn world know that you are it for me.”

She leans back against my chest, then lifts one hand to her throat.

“Will you put it on me?”

I grin. I can’t fucking help it. “With pleasure,” I tell her, stringing the tennis-style necklace around her delicate neck and clasping it right where it belongs.

Gripping her hips, I bend low and bring my mouth to her ear once more. I don’t miss the way she rolls her ass back into my body. Arousal shoots through me, feeling her bare skin against mine in the reflection of the mirror.

“Can I tell you my favorite part about this necklace?”

She hums contently.

I loosen the towel wrapped around her body, letting it fall to the floor. Starting low, I run my palm up the length of her spine, applying more pressure the higher I climb.

She whimpers when I cuff the back of her neck, and when I trace one finger around the closure of the jewelry, she sinks back into my hold.

“I made sure there were diamonds on the whole length of the chain. That way, everyone knows you’re mine, but then I also get to see them shine when I fuck you from behind.”

Her breath hitches, and she reaches back for me, clumsily pulling at the towel around my waist.

“How we feelin’ about this necklace now, Mama?”

“K,” she whines.

“Nuh-uh. I need your words.”

She emits a growl of frustration, whips around to face me, and yanks my towel free. “I love the necklace. Happy? Now fuck me,” she demands.

I nip at her lips and shake my head. When I pull back, my mind glitches at the sight before me. She’s completely naked and fresh-faced, wearing nothing but the jewelry I gave her.

“Where are your manners?”

She huffs again. I fight back a laugh.

“Please, Kendrick. Please fuck me,” she begs. Her nails scrape up the length of my chest.

I hiss, reveling in the pain that morphs into the promise of pleasure. “Turn around and grip the counter, Mama.”

She complies and meets my gaze in the mirror once more.

“Your eyes don’t leave that mirror while I’m fucking you. Understood?”

“Fuck. Yes.” She pushes her ass back into my cock, taunting me.

I brush her clit with my fingers, but quickly travel up the length of her torso, over her chest, and bring my hand all the way to her face.

“Mouth.”

She opens for me.

“Relax,” I command, dipping two fingers between her lips and pressing down on her tongue. Her mouth fills with saliva as her tongue laps around the intrusion.

Once my fingers are nice and wet, I bring them down between her legs.

“Wider,” I instruct.

She gasps when I shove two fingers into her cunt. She spasms on contact, my perfect, responsive girl.

“Fucking love to feel you clench around me like that,” I groan. I rest my forehead against her back, then trail little kisses along her shoulder as my fingers work her into a frenzy.

When I look at her reflection to see just how pretty the crystalline and green jewels look against her flushed skin, she’s got her eyes closed and her head tipped back in ecstasy.

“Nuh-uh,” I scold, withdrawing my hand from her pussy.

Her eyes shoot open just like I knew they would. Her lips part as she prepares to sass me, but I stick the two fingers covered in her juices right back into her mouth to silence her.

“If you want my cock, you’ll keep your eyes on the mirror, just like I fucking told you.”

Groaning, she sucks on my fingers and nods.

I keep them pressed firmly against her tongue, line my cock up, and push in with one good thrust.

Her whole body jolts, her throat and her cunt pulsating in tandem as she fucking takes it.

Warmth and wetness surround me, her tight little pussy choking on my cock as I bend my knees and bury myself to the hilt, then press her harder into the counter.

I focus on her perfect ass, fixating on the way her cheeks flex for me every time I press into her. Keeping a steady rhythm, I drink her in, and I groan when my gaze lands on the jewels she let me place around her neck.

My woman. My life force. My pride and fucking joy.

When I glance back to the mirror, she’s watching me intently, just like she promised.

“That’s it, Mama. Fucking take it. And keep those eyes on me.”

She whimpers when I pull my fingers out of her mouth. I position that hand between her pelvis and the countertop, making sure I’m perfectly lined up so her clit hits my palm with every thrust.

“K,” she pants, her breathing coming in short, fast huffs. “Fuck. Fuck me harder.”

As if she even has to ask.

I drill into her, pounding her body into the sink, taking care to cushion her sweet spot as I drive us both higher and higher.

“You were made for this, Mama. Made to take me. Made to be loved in every fucking way I plan to love you.”

I’m close, but I hold back.

I feel it building, that telltale tingle, but I won’t fucking come until she’s blissed out and over the edge.

My fingertips find her clit, pinching it and applying even more pressure.

I pound into her so hard my thighs burn. I drive forward with so much momentum the vanity creaks from our weight.

Between thrusts, I bear my fucking soul, begging this woman to let me love her and show her how vital she is to me and to our family.

“Let me—”

Thrust.

“—fucking—”

Thrust.

“—love you.”

Thrust.

She detonates, screaming and pushing back on my cock, always trying to give as good as she gets.

Deep, rapid spasms of her perfect pussy pull my own orgasm right out of me. My hot cum fills her cunt, both of us left panting and breathless.

I pull out quickly, cup one hand between her thighs, and gather up as much of my release as I can.

“K, what—”

“One more,” I demand. With one finger over her clit and two in her cunt, I work my well-coated thumb into her tight little asshole. “Let me play with these pretty little holes and make you come again, Mama.”

“Fuck,” she whimpers, overwhelmed by the intrusion.

Her body’s still coming down from the first wave, and already, she’s clenching all around me.

“K, I can’t. I can’t just—”

I crook two fingers along her G-spot and work her clit hard and fast. “You can and you will. Give me one more, Mama. Show me how much you love being my girl.”

Determination sweeps over her features. She presses back, rolls her hips, and fucks herself on my hand as I bring her right back to the brink.

With my eyes locked with hers, I mouth, “I love you.”

Once more, she fucking explodes around me.

Her tight holes suck me in, pulsating around my hand. Her release and my cum drip all over, making a fucking mess down her inner thighs.

She’s right there—surrounding me, completing me.

In this moment, lids heavy, expression sated, and my jewelry around her neck, she’s never looked more beautiful. Or more like mine .