Bonus Scene Kendrick
Kendrick
Bonus Scene
When the lock clicks, I crowd Jojo from behind, overtaken by that near-constant tug in my core, the overwhelming craving to be closer.
That’s all I want. To be closer. To never let her go. When it comes to the woman I desire, I’ll never have enough.
She giggles, as if she can read my thoughts.
I can’t stop smiling. Couldn’t if I tried.
This day. This weekend. This life?
It’s everything I’ve always wanted and more than I ever thought I’d have.
For weeks, I’ve focused on preparing for the NFL Combine and nothing else. For years, it’s been my ultimate goal. As soon as the regular season ended, I funneled everything I had into training harder and more ferociously than ever before. This moment is more than a decade in the making.
Hours upon grueling hours of honing my skills and pushing my body to the limit, all for this.
I feel phenomenal, the exhaustion and soreness in my muscles proving that I did it. That really just happened.
The pain I’m experiencing is the good kind. The kind that I thrive on. Not that bone-deep ache I’ve come to associate with a flare up.
That’s the other piece of this experience that fell into place: timing and luck.
My lupus has been in remission for a few years now, but there was no guarantee it would stay that way.
No guarantee that a random flare or solar urticaria wouldn’t steal this moment from me.
That’s the reality of living with chronic illness.
I’m constantly haunted by the possibility that it’ll rear its ugly head.
Every event went better than expected. By this morning, a buzz I couldn’t ignore was building.
My name was being whispered, shared, even cheered toward the end of the day when we broke off into groups for the timed events.
Every minute of every day of the Combine, I gave it my all, and, without a shadow of a doubt, I know that’s what the coaches and teams were looking for. I’m locked in, ready to meet the opportunity that’ll present itself on draft day.
Then to have Jojo by my side as a witness to this moment? It’s something I’ll never forget.
With my hand at the small of her back, I usher her through the door.
“You did it. You fucking did it!”
She bounds into the hotel room as I stick the Do Not Disturb sign on the handle, then flip the dead bolt.
“Kendrick. Seriously. You were incredible!” she gushes, hands clasped together like she’s my own personal cheerleader.
I try not to let her words go to my head. Nothing’s been decided yet, and there’s still a long road ahead to being drafted. But after this weekend, I’m one step closer to making my lifelong dream a reality.
“Come here,” I practically beg, my voice gravelly with need.
I’m desperate to hold her close and savor her sweetness after the intensity of today.
It’s not just the pressure to perform that can make or break a player at Combine.
It’s the emotional wellness that factors into performance, as well as the mental toll it all takes.
I cup her face and peer down at the woman I love with every ounce of who I am. “I couldn’t have done it without you here, Mama.”
I kiss her forehead. The tip of her nose. Then I move down to kiss her cheeks and neck, peppering her face with kisses until she launches into a fit of giggles.
“I need to shower,” I inform her. “And then I need you.”
She lifts her gaze, offering me a coy smile.
“How do you want me, number twenty-four?”
Grinning, I rub my hands together and give her a once-over.
“Wait on the bed,” I rasp, bringing my lips to her ear. “Play with yourself. Get nice and warmed up so you’re ready for me.”
I head for the bathroom, not looking back. I can’t. If I let myself hesitate, I’ll never make it to the shower.
With my phone and bag set on the counter, I shed my sweaty clothes. I take care to fold the shirt with my last name and assigned number on it. No matter the outcome, this is an experience I never want to forget. I’m taking this home and framing it right alongside my jerseys.
I let the water warm up for all of thirty seconds before I step under the spray. I’m anxious to scrub the sweat and grime off my body and get out there with my girl.
Apparently, I’m not the only one who’s eager.
The steam billowing around me momentarily clears when she opens the glass door and steps forward, completely naked, her bright blue eyes wide and focused solely on me.
I fight back a grin. “Thought I told you to wait on the bed, Mama?”
“Couldn’t,” she pants. “I need you right now.”
In one fluid motion, she drops to her knees, grips my length, and swirls her tongue around the head of my cock.
“Goddamn,” I hiss, repositioning so the water pelts my back instead of her face. “You have me, Mama,” I assure her, collecting her hair and pulling it out of the way. “I’m all fucking yours.”
She takes me deeper, using her hands and tongue to lavish every inch of my rock-hard length she can reach.
I groan, head tipped back. Fuck yeah. She’s working me over like she’s racing the stopwatch during the forty-yard dash.
“Too good.” I tug on her wet strands, encouraging her to ease up. If she keeps this up, there’s no way I’ll last. Not with all the adrenaline and endorphins from the day fueling me. My spine is already tingling, and my balls are heavy and aching.
But apparently my woman can’t take a hint.
Rather than back away, she doubles down.
Fuck.
“Jojo,” I warn, tugging her hair again.
Finally, she pops off my cock, licking her lips. Then she grins up at me from her place at my feet. Such a pretty little sight.
“Please, K. Let me have this.”
I try to scowl at her, but I fail miserably. “I’m not going to last. This isn’t how I want to celebrate.”
She sticks out her bottom lip in a little pout. I drag the tip of my cock along it, leaving a trail of precum.
“I’m dying to make you feel good, big guy. I want you to spill down my throat first. We have all night to do whatever else you have in mind,” she promises.
It only takes a heartbeat to give in.
“Open,” I demand, pushing back into her mouth until I hit the back of her throat and feel the delicious resistance constricting around my length.
Right there. Right fucking there. All she has to do is swallow and she’ll be my complete and total undoing.
“Trust me?” I wrap her hair around my fist and cup the back of her head to keep it from hitting the tiles behind her skull.
Her response is garbled, unintelligible, because her mouth is completely full.
“Tap twice on my thigh if you need me to stop. Understood?”
Her eyes double in size, the excitement palpable. We don’t usually need a safe word. Or in this case, a safe gesture. But it’s a nonnegotiable for what I have in mind.
“Take a deep breath, then lower down, Mama. I’m going to fuck your throat and unload right where you want it.”
She does as I ask, deepening the angle and giving herself to me completely.
“Good girl. Just like that.” Through gritted teeth, I feed her my length, working more and more of my cock between her lips.
Tears collect in the corners of her eyes, but she doesn’t tap out.
“Right there. Don’t move. Fuck, Jojo,” I hiss. Once I’m all the way in, I drop her hair. Then I use one brace myself against the wall with one arm while I cup the delicate expanse of her throat with my free hand.
Beneath my hold, her throat spasms. She gags, but she doesn’t pull back, only breathes through her nose and relaxes further to accommodate my length.
That’ll fucking do it.
I stroke her neck, rubbing my palm up and down, faster and faster, setting a quick pace that inspires licks of warmth to gather low in my core.
“Just like that,” I praise. “I’m close. So fucking close. You’re doing so good for me, Mama.”
She takes it like a champ. She looks so fucking beautiful on her knees, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, her hand buried between her legs, moving frantically, while I jack myself through her neck.
It’s the sight of her that sends me spiraling. This powerhouse of a woman, on her knees for me. She said she couldn’t fucking wait. That’s how I feel every damn day where she’s concerned.
“Coming,” I grunt.
As if she can’t feel the way I pulse and unload straight down her throat.
My cock spasms and quivers, the power of the orgasm leaving my legs weak and my vision hazy. I quickly pull out, then lower myself to my knees before her.
That was rough. Maybe too rough. She didn’t tap out, but I’m still eager to make sure she’s okay.
Her eyes are glassy, and her expression is dazed. But then she takes in a deep, full breath and smiles at me like I just gave her a precious gift.
I cup her face, inspecting her neck thoroughly. Then I kiss her lips, her nose, her forehead.
“You’re all right, Mama?”
She hits me with a sassy scowl.
That’s my fucking girl.
“More than all right,” she says. “That was incredible. We have to do it again. Soon. Ideally when the others can watch or join in.”
Chuckling, I kiss her once more, then help her to her feet and out of the shower.
I dry her with a fluffy towel, then wrap her in it, securing it over her breasts. With my hands on her arms, I spin her, positioning her in front of the mirror, and stand at her back.
“Look at us,” I muse, mesmerized by our reflection.
My body eclipses hers in size. But she’s the center of my world—my eternal sunshine and perpetual comfort.
She may be officially married to my best friend, and I share her with the men I consider my brothers, but she’s mine just as completely as she’s his and theirs.
Mine.
No matter the outcome of the draft. Whatever comes next. She’s mine, and I’m hers.
She reaches for her hairbrush, but I snatch it out of her hand before she can lift it to her head.
“Let me do it,” I murmur.
Though she said she couldn’t wait to take care of me, she has no idea the sort of visceral, soul-deep gratification I get from caring for her.
I work out a few tangles at the bottom—my doing, I realize—and take my time brushing out her hair. I’m almost done when my phone vibrates against the counter, breaking the serenity of the moment and making us both jump.
I flip the device over, finding an incoming FaceTime call from Kylian.
Chuckling, I hand over the phone. We both know damn well he’s not calling for me.
Jojo meets my gaze in the mirror, a soft smile on her face.
“You gonna take that?” I ask.
She rolls her lips together, looking from the phone back to my reflection.
“Go on,” I encourage.
It’s hard on all of us when we’re apart like this. I don’t want to deprive her or them the chance to connect. Loving Jojo means sharing her. No one’s ever accused me of not being a team player.
“You’re sure?” She relaxes against my chest and cups the back of my neck. I crane forward and kiss her, taking my time exploring her mouth and pouring every ounce of appreciation into the moment.
The phone’s stopped ringing by the time I pull back. But it starts up again a moment later, just like I knew it would.
“More than sure, Mama. Take his call. Then maybe the boys can watch me take you.”
Fire sparks behind her irises at my suggestion.
“Drink.” I fill a water glass and set it on the sink in front of her. “Talk to your boys for however long you want. Then come join me in the bedroom, with or without the phone.”
She turns on her heel and kisses me hard. “I love you,” she murmurs against my lips.
Don’t I fucking know it.
I exit the bathroom and pull the door closed to give her a bit of privacy. I still can hear her through the barrier, though, her voice slightly hoarse from the thorough throat fucking she just endured.
“Hi, Daddy,” she mewls, having finally accepted the call.
I grin to myself and make my way over to the bed.
This is going to be one hell of a night.