Chapter 7
Kendrick
The knock is hesitant.
“Jo? Are you in here?”
She calls him in, and he doesn’t even bat an eye when he finds her on her knees before me.
I knew he’d be good at sharing.
Kylian’s practical. Logical. Strategic and quick.
He strides into the room and halts before us, his attention completely focused on our girl.
“You’re okay?” It’s more demand than question. With a tentative hand, he cups her jaw.
She hums in the affirmative and rises up on her knees to nuzzle against his thigh. “Kendrick wants to play.” Pulling back a little, she takes him in, raking her teeth over her bottom lip. “I texted Nicky, too.”
Behind his glasses, assessing blue eyes dart up to me. “First, define play. Second, it took a while for Decker and me to convince Locke to go to bed. He’s asleep. I can wake him, if you want, but—”
“No.” I lift my chin and hold his gaze. Nicky’s not okay, and we both know it.
He’s far from it, in fact. The way he reacted when the photographer touched our girl was so out of character for him.
He’s not violent. He doesn’t lash out. Between the physical pain he’s dealing with after the incident and the mental anguish that comes with unnecessarily berating himself for losing his cool, he needs rest.
“Think you can handle her for me?” I ask. “She’s already made me blow my load twice. I need someone else to tap in for the next round.”
“Of course I can handle her.” Scowling, he grips his shirt at the back of the neck and whips it off. “What kind of question is that?”
With a brow raised, I regard Jojo. I’ll let her work her Kylian magic.
“He’s not doubting you.” She places her palms on Kylian’s denim-clad thighs. “But if we do this, I want to do exactly what K says tonight,” she explains. “For me?”
His eyes widen, like understanding has hit him.
Yeah, Kyl. You’re not the boss in this room.
He holds out both hands and helps her to her feet, eyes ablaze as they scorch up and down her naked body. Shaking his head, he makes his declaration.
“Not just for you, Jo. For him, too.” Then, turning to me, he asks, “How do you want us?”
I rise up and kiss Jojo on the back of her shoulder, smoothing my lips over her soft, supple skin. “You’re still good, Mama?”
She nods, pressing into me and pulling me toward her until she’s effectively sandwiched between the two of us.
With her consent, I regard Kylian.
“I already filled her up. Lick her clean and fill her up again.”
He smirks, his focus flicking to Jojo for all of two seconds as he confirms that she’s on the same page. “Yes sir,” he finally replies, never taking his eyes off hers.
“Careful, Daddy,” Jojo rhapsodizes, smoothing her hands up his bare chest. “He’ll like it too much if we both call him sir.”
Fuck yeah.
We’re doing this.
“I bet he would,” Kylian murmurs, kissing along her neck and ghosting his hands up the curve of her hips and over her ribs.
Leaving Jojo in his capable hold, I saunter over to the corner of the room and heave my reading chair forward. It scrapes against the floor, groaning as I drag it to the end of the bed. Once I’ve got it positioned where I want it, I make my way to my nightstand.
Over my shoulder, I watch Kylian press kisses into Jojo’s jaw, all the while keeping his gaze fixed on me. Raising both brows, I pull open the nightstand drawer. “I assume you’ve seen the emails, Boy Genius?”
“Sent some and saw the responses, yes.” He grasps Jojo’s hips and guides her until the backs of her knees connect with the mattress. Then he deftly pushes her down until she’s spread out on my bed for the taking.
She lets her head loll to the side and regards me lazily. Fuck, she’s so beautiful—her lips swollen from sucking my cock, her neck and tits covered in little red reminders of all the places I’ve marked her.
So fucking beautiful. So fucking mine.
Brow furrowing, she reaches out a hand to me. “K… not tonight, remember?”
Ahh. So that’s the rub. She thinks I’m asking about the emails because I’m worried. She doesn’t want me upset.
I rummage through the drawer until I find what I’m after, then hold it up for her to see. “I know, Mama. I just want to know if I’m benched for sure. If there’s no chance of me playing on Saturday, then I’m going to smoke a fat blunt as I watch you get fucked.”
Her eyes light up in understanding. “You gonna share that with your girl?” she teases, running her hands down her body as Kylian pries her knees apart.
He stares hungrily at her swollen cunt for several seconds before tearing his eyes away to answer me.
“You’re benched until the athletic advisory committee can meet and discuss the terms of suspension or probation.
The next regular meeting wasn’t supposed to be for three weeks, but Decker sent off a proposal for the SportsZone coverage that will require an emergency meeting to be held no later than next Tuesday.
You won’t play this Saturday,” he states matter-of-factly.
"You know I can take care of that anyway,” he adds, nodding toward the blunt in my hand.
I pull out a smaller joint from my stash. “I know.”
Kylian has to alter our test results regularly because of the antiquated rules around peptide use for college athletes.
Peptide hormones have been crucial to keeping my lupus in remission, and they help Locke with his RA. Yet even as a therapeutic measure, they’re considered a banned substance.
Kylian could easily erase any traces of THC and tobacco in my system, but I was raised to be honest and forthright, so I’m more than okay playing by the rules when they don’t interfere with my quality of life.
“Tonight’s an exception.” I place the blunt behind my ear, then offer the smaller joint to my girl.
She parts her lips, and I can’t fucking help but lean over and swipe my tongue into that sweet mouth. Surprised, she opens wider and kisses me back, moaning with each sweep.
She’s squirming on the mattress, and when I pull back, I see why. Kylian’s already got his mouth on her tits. He works her over good, putting on a show, just like I asked, pulling and teasing one rosy bud into an erect peak before moving on to the other.
Grinning, I right myself. She’s still writhing as she smiles dreamily at me, like I’m the one hanging all the stars in her universe.
“Keep doing that,” I tell Kylian, placing the joint between her lips and lighting it for her. “Then check and tell me if she’s wet.”
She closes her lips, eyes on me, and inhales.
With a smirk, I bend low and kiss her senseless once again.
“She’s fucking soaked. What the hell did you do to her?”
I suck on her mouth and massage along the slender column of her neck to encourage her to exhale. The musky cloud between us ratchets up my desire. Fuck. I’m already getting hard again.
“Fucked two of her holes and told her how much I love her.” With one last kiss, I pull back and retreat to my chair. “Maybe if she’s a good girl for you, I’ll play with her ass when you’re done.”
Jojo arches off the bed, whimpering, her eyes begging me to come back and keep making her feel good.
“You want that, don’t you, Mama? You want me in your ass tonight?”
“Yes,” she mewls without hesitation. Her eyes are on me, but her hands are in Kylian’s hair as he eats her cunt in earnest.
“Let Kylian take care of you first. We’ve got all night, and we’re just getting started.”