6. Griffin
Birds are chirping and the air smells like summer mixed with a familiar citrusy scent. Warmth consumes me and I open my eyes to find Kenna’s blonde hair splayed across my chest.
The sun is starting to rise, lighting the backyard in a golden glow. We must’ve fallen asleep last night after the movie. We stayed up talking and kissing until we struggled to keep our eyes open.
I don’t want to wake her when she looks so peaceful, but we’re supposed to go to the gym with Katie and Carse this morning. I take a few more moments to bask in this moment.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I rasp as I adjust her in my arms so I’m able to roll onto my side. I start laying kisses along her forehead, her jawline, her closed eyelids, and her nose, and just as I’m about to claim her mouth she shoots her hand up over her lips.
“No kissing until I’ve brushed my teeth,” she mumbles under her hand.
I kiss the ring on her hand that covers her lips. When I move her hand away, she tries to shoot the other up, so I pin them above her head. I’m able to fit both of her wrists in one hand and use my other to tilt her chin up to kiss her sweet mouth.
“Sunshine, your dragon breath doesn’t scare me. I don’t think there’s a thing you could do that would turn me off.”
Then, I kiss her. She moans into my mouth as I open hers, and our tongues twirl. Kissing Kenna feels like the first breath after being underwater. It’s all-consuming and invigorating.
Our kiss deepens, shooting desire down my spine. Bringing my hips down, I grind into Kenna, only the fabric of our sweatpants between us. I tell myself we should stop, that we’ve got places to be, but Jesus—Kenna is the drug I know I’m never going to be able to quit.
“Ahem.” I hear a throat clearing from the back porch of my house.
Looking up, my eyes connect with my dad’s as he stands outside the sliding glass doors, holding his mug of coffee.
“Hey, Dad,” I start as I roll onto my side, removing my hand from Kenna’s wrists.
“Good morning, Griff. And-ah, good morning to you, Mack,” my dad says, sheepishly as if he’s the one who was just caught with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar.
Kenna sits up with me but hides her face behind my shoulder as she mumbles, “Good morning, Mr. Turner.”
“Mr. Turner? McKenna Marie, I’ve known you for the better part of your life. What’s with the sudden formalities?”
“Sorry! Good morning, Jack,” she says as she slowly peeks her head from behind her hiding spot, her lips grazing my shoulder as she does.
I look down at her and brush my lips across her hairline. Her face is practically as red as my away jersey.
“Well, I can’t say I’m surprised this is finally happening. Though I can’t wait to hear what Theo has to say about it,” he says as his eyes glint with mischief. “He’s going to put you through the wringer, Griff.”
My eyes shoot up to meet my dad’s. “Why would he do that? Teddy has always loved me like a second son.”
“That was before he knew you were having sleepovers with his only daughter.” He chuckles.
I look back down at Kenna. “Do you think he’s right?”
“I mean, he’s not wrong. I am, and always will be, his little girl.”
“Good, let him give me the third degree. Some have said I’m as charming as they come.”
Not letting my eyes leave Kenna’s, I ask my dad, “Did you need anything, Dad? We’re going to head to the gym with Carse and Katie in a bit.”
“Nope. Just came out here to enjoy my morning coffee and thought I’d give you some shit since it took the two of you so long to figure out what your mom and I saw from the start.”
My throat clogs with emotion, the way it does any time I think of my mom, and I struggle to get out a reply. Kenna’s breath catches and her eyes glass over with unshed tears.
Dad continues so we don’t have to. “She always loved you, Mack. I think it must have been the day you fell off the treehouse ladder, and Griff refused to let you out of his sight. That was it. That’s when my Catherine said she knew the two of you were going to end up together. I told her it was just wishful thinking since she was so close with your mama. But she said it was a mother’s intuition. I’ve seen glimpses of it over the years, but my son is a stubborn ass sometimes.” He winks at Kenna as he takes a drink from his mug.
Well, that feels like he just dropped a couple of cinder blocks to my chest. I didn’t know she felt that way. I mean, how could I? Mom passed before we ever got the chance to talk about girls and crushes. The weight of missing her comes and goes, but I find comfort in knowing she thought Kenna and I would be together someday.
“We’ve, ah, we’ve got to get going to the gym,” Kenna mumbles as she quickly stands up. “I’m going to go get changed, and I’ll meet you out front.”
She begins to bolt away, but I wrap my arms around her waist and scoop her into my arms.
“Wait just a second.” I bring my lips to her ear. “Don’t run off without kissing me goodbye, Sunshine.”
“It’s not goodbye. We’re literally going to be riding to the gym together in five minutes.” She giggles as I tickle her neck with the scruff of my five o’clock shadow.
I kiss her neck once, twice, before she pulls out of my hold. I swat her ass as she spins to start toward her house. She winks at me over her shoulder, and I bite my lip to fight back a groan.
Backing up a few steps, I turn and jog up the back steps to my house.
“Don’t start,” I tell my dad as I walk through the sliding door when he gives me a knowing look.
“I didn’t say a thing.” He continues, “But have you thought this through? I don’t want to see her get hurt if you’re not ready for this. What’s going to happen when you go back to Boston in a couple of months?”
Though we haven’t discussed it yet, I know I can handle making Kenna a priority.
“I’ve thought a lot about this. For years, really. I wouldn’t risk my friendship with Carse, or Kenna’s with Katie if this wasn’t something I wanted. I think we can make long-distance work. We’re both athletes and will be busy, but thankfully, our off-seasons somewhat align. I’ll make the effort to come home more, and I can see if she’d want to fly out to visit.”
“I’m glad to hear it, Son. I think she’s good for you. Just be sure the two of you are on the same page. Don’t wait until the end of the summer to have the tough conversations,” he adds. His concern is written all over his face—Kenna is like a second daughter to him.
I nod, then turn to head upstairs to get changed. I pull a clean pair of gym shorts out of my dresser that stands next to a row of three picture windows. I’m putting on deodorant and looking out the window when I spot movement in the house next door. Kenna’s room is right across from mine, and growing up, I might have glimpsed out there a time or two . . . dozen.
Kenna’s standing at her mirrored armoire, and it looks like she’s touching her neck and shaking her head in disbelief—likely at the line of hickeys marking her neck and collarbone. A tightness fills my chest at the thought of my marks on her skin.
She turns and looks out her windows across from mine, catching me watching her. A leisurely smile spreads across her lips as she slowly raises the hem of my T-shirt she had on over her head. I bite my knuckles and groan at the sight of McKenna Wilder across the yard from me in nothing but a pair of pink panties. This is everything my teenage fantasies were made of.
All breath escapes my lungs as she slides her panties off and glides her hands up her toned stomach to grab and pinch her nipples. She bites down on her plush bottom lip as she gathers her hair into her hand and turns around to give me a glimpse of her delectable ass. I palm myself over my shorts, gripping my rock-hard length.
Jesus fuck. I want her so bad. I’m not sure I’ve ever been this hard in my life.
Kenna peeks over her shoulder at me, turning completely to face me once she realizes I’m joining her little tease fest. I drop my shorts and boxers then firmly stroke myself to the sight of her.
She turns fully again, giving me another eye full before reaching and pulling the curtains shut.
I pull my phone off the dresser and call Kenna. She picks up the phone, sounding breathless when she says, “We’re going to be late.”
“What is it you’re trying to do to me, Sunshine? I can’t go work out with your brother under these conditions.”
“Then I guess you’ll have to be as quick as you were last night while you take care of that situation,” she teases.
“Shouldn’t be hard to do with all of the spank bank material you just gave me. Do you know how many nights I’d stare across to your bedroom windows?”
“Good to know I wasn’t the only one trying to catch a glimpse,” she quips.
“Kenna, get moving, or we’re gonna be late.” I hear Carson holler in the background.
“I’ll see you in five, G. Be sure to take good care of yourself until then.”
I’d like her to put that smart mouth of hers to work doing something else.
I can officially say I’ve died and gone to heaven. Or maybe this is hell? I can’t be sure because my brain is short-circuiting as I watch Kenna jump up and make contact with the hundredth ball.
She finishes one kill just to transition back to the ten-foot line and do it again, over and over.
My eyes trail down her body as she turns away. She’s pure perfection. The way her delectable ass slightly jiggles in her spandex, to the way her sweat-slicked shoulders and arms glisten, is doing things to me. Things that I’d rather not feel while I’m right next to her brother.
I’m supposed to be putting up a block against her alongside Carson, but after jumping with a semi-hard dick for the past twenty minutes, I had to take a break.
Getting to see this side of Kenna, up close, feels like a privilege. Her passion and drive are such turn-ons.
“Alright, let’s call it. I’m getting blisters from these new shoes,” Katie says finally.
“One more, I need Griff to put up the double block with Carse so I can get this line shot down,” Kenna says.
“Sorry, give me a minute, and I’ll be right over,” I say as I recite a list of Stanley Cup winners in my head.
When I’ve listed about the last dozen, I walk back up to the net, nodding to her that I’m ready.
“I’m not sure how you two are still standing right now, considering you slept outside last night,” Katie teases us.
Kenna tries to hide her smile when I wink at her but fails miserably. She goes up for one last hit and smashes it down the line over our double block. Dammit, that’s hot.
“Should we address the eggplant in the room?” Kenna asks sweetly.
“You mean elephant?” Katie corrects.
“No, I said what I said.” She smirks looking down at my tented gym shorts.
“Dammit, Mack. He’s my brother. Stop it before I gouge my eyes out.”
“I believe elephant was the more accurate descriptor for my dick,” I toss back.
Knowing we need to get out of here, and that I do, in fact, now have a raging boner, I grab my water bottle and gym bag.
“You guys go ahead, I’m going to shower here,” Katie says.
Kenna looks her over. “Hot date today, right? What’s his name again?”
“Blondie, you’re breaking girl code. Just get my brother and get out of here, please.”
“No need for hostility, Kitty,” Carson says as he comes up behind her, squeezing her shoulders. “Gah! Make sure you don’t miss the shower, yeah? Wouldn’t want your date running off on you—” He’s cut off when Katie turns and lightly sack-taps him. “What the fuck was that for, Katie?” Carse groans as he doubles over.
“Just remember the pain you’re feeling the next time you want to tease me about something, Carsy-Baby,” Katie purrs at him.
I step behind Kenna, wrapping my arms around her, her back nestled against my chest. “And on that note . . . let’s get going, Sunshine,” I whisper in her ear.
We walk out of the gym holding hands through the parking lot. This time, she beats me to her door while I’m tossing my gym bag in the back of the Jeep.
“Do you want to go home and shower, then grab a bite to eat?” I ask Kenna after I start the Jeep and am backing out of the parking lot.
Her breathing picks up when I reach over and begin rubbing circles along her inner thigh with my right hand. I’ve come to love doing this.
When we pull up to the stop sign, she turns to look at me. “I was thinking we could—uh, shower at your place.”
Fuck. Yes.
That’s exactly what I was hoping would happen.
My dad is working a shift at the hospital this afternoon, and Katie said she was meeting up with a guy she met at Jackson’s. I know the house will be empty for a few hours, and I intend to utilize every single minute of alone time wrapped up in Kenna.
“Yeah, we can do that,” I say, trying to keep an even tone. I don’t want to press her on whether or not she meant we’d be showering together at my place, or if she just meant we’d both shower at my place, separately.
When we get to my house, I quickly round the hood of my Jeep to open Kenna’s door.
“I’m perfectly capable of opening my own door, Griff.”
I know that, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to stop doing it. Instead of answering her, I bend down and wrap my arms around the back of her thighs, lifting her over my shoulder.
She swats at my back, struggling to tell me to put her down through her fits of laughter.
Only after I get us inside and up to my room, do I lower her down on the ground.
“Let me get you a towel and start the water for you,” I say as I start to make my way to the bathroom.
“Griff, wait,” she says as she grabs me around my waist. Turning in her arms so I can see her, I’m surprised to see Kenna somehow managed to take off her shirt, leaving her in only a sports bra and those damn spandex.
“I guess I wasn’t clear enough on the drive back here. What I was trying to say was, I think we should conserve water . . .”
“Conserve water?” I ask, hoping I know where this is going. But I need to hear her say it.
“Yeah, you know . . . for the environment and all that,” she says as her cheeks heat.
“So, how exactly would you like to conserve water?” I’m goading her at this point, completely failing to hide the smirk on my face.
Hiding her face in my chest, she mumbles, “Are you really going to make me say it?”
“Does my dirty girl need me to wash her off?” I ask as I lift her chin and meet her baby-blue eyes. Her eyelids fall, and lust takes over her gaze.
“Ohmygodthatwashot,” she blurts out.
Biting back a laugh, I tell her, “Sunshine, I need you to tell me this is what you want.”
“Yes, Griff. I want this—want you.” I don’t need to hear another word, I claim her lips in a searing kiss that makes me so hard my vision blurs when I finally step back and open my eyes.
“I need to see you, need to feel you on my skin,” I implore as I strip my shirt off and start to do the same with my shorts and briefs.
Kenna stops me, covering my hands. “May I?” She takes over for me, looping her fingers into my waistband and dragging my shorts and boxers off of me.
I watch as she strips her sports bra and spandex off next, tossing them next to my clothes.
I look at her, and I’m momentarily speechless. “Fuck, Kenna. You’re gorgeous.”
She slowly steps up to me, her peaked nipples flush with my chest, making goosebumps erupt from the touch. Her hands make their way to my waist, and she trails kisses down my pecs and abs.
“Come here,” I command as I lift her up, her legs wrapping around me as I walk us to my en-suite bathroom. I start the shower and make sure the temperature is good before I carry her inside.
I set her down, but neither of us breaks our embrace as the hot water rains down, drenching our skin.
We both reach for my body wash at the same time, “Let me clean you up, G,” she breathes.
Handing her the bottle, she opens it and then pours it onto my chest, letting it drip down my pecs and stomach.
“Your body is a masterpiece, Griffin Turner,” I watch her eyes follow the trail of body wash from between my pecs, down my carved abdomen, before landing on the base of my fully-hard cock.
She begins rubbing in the body wash, starting with my chest, shoulders, and arms. Her breath catches as she moves over each rivet of my abs. She bites her bottom lip, eyes connecting with mine, looking hesitant, before rubbing the soap along the base of my cock with a soft, unsure grip.
“Harder,” I command, and she complies instantly, causing me to growl my approval.
I pull her into my arms under the rainfall shower head and passionately claim her mouth. Breaking the kiss, I tell her to turn around and begin massaging her shoulders with soap.
My hands explore her body, taking my time as I wash her back, and her toned stomach, then moving my hands up to cup her perfect breasts. She turns slightly, arching her arm around my neck to kiss me.
She breaks the kiss and glances over her shoulder at me, biting that damn bottom lip again, pure temptation.
“Are you going to tease me again? Because you were in this exact position—looking over your shoulder, biting your lip—this morning. It was absolute torture watching you from my bedroom, knowing I couldn’t touch you for hours while we were at the gym.”
Turning to face me, Kenna explains, “I wasn’t teasing you. I was giving you a show. You know, for teenage Griff to live out his fantasies,” she says in a teasing tone.
“Is that what that was? Well, if that’s the case. Let’s check off some more fantasies, shall we?”
“And what would those be, baby?” she practically purrs.
“On your knees, Sunshine,” I say in a commanding tone.
Without a moment of hesitation, I watch as my dream girl lowers herself to kneel before me, resting her palms on her thighs.
“What next, Hotshot?” she taunts me with a wiggle of her brows.
The mouth on this girl. I’ve been dying to have Kenna in this very position—on her knees, ready to wrap her luscious lips around me.
“Fist my cock and suck me like the dirty girl you are.”
Kenna stares up at me—never breaking eye contact with me as she fists my cock in one hand, then glides her tongue up along the base of my shaft, circling the tip before taking it deep into her hot, wet mouth.
My hips jerk, causing her to take me to the back of her throat. She doesn’t gag, though.
I can’t believe McKenna Wilder is sucking me off. She’s causing my brain to short-circuit.
Kenna can’t quite fit the length of me inside her mouth. She uses her hand to pump at the same time her mouth bobs up and down my cock.
Holy shit. This blowjob is . . . well, it’s . . . fucking life-changing . . . mind-altering.
“Jesus, Kenna. Look at you, taking me so well,” my hoarse voice barely lets out.
She moans at the praise and begins to touch herself, grinding on her hand that isn’t gripping me.
I watch as Kenna pulls back, releasing the tip with a pop before she looks up at me and says, “I want you to let go, Griff. Don’t you dare hold back on me.”
How can I deny a request like that? I tangle my fingers through her hair and nudge her mouth open, not holding back when I drive my cock to the back of her throat and hold it there a few moments before pulling back.
“Is that all you’ve got?” she taunts.
I think I’m going to die from her smart mouth. I hinge her jaw back open with one hand and slap her tongue with my length a few times before I push back in. I fuck her mouth ruthlessly, just like she asked. I don’t slow down even as she begins to gag.
“Yes. Fuck yes, just like that. I love to see you choking on my cock.”
With only a few more punishing thrusts, I’m coming down her throat without warning. The force of my orgasm causes my vision to blur, and I have to catch myself on the tile as I pull out of her mouth. When my vision comes to, I watch Kenna stand up, my cum still dripping down her lips.
I nearly pass out at the sight of her dragging her fingers through the cum and rubbing it over her nipples, causing her to moan.
I pull her against my chest and kiss her with desperation. This girl—this fucking vixen. I break from her mouth, kissing down her chest and sucking her right nipple into my mouth, tasting myself on her. I’m completely untamed at the thought of marking her with my cum all over every inch of her body.
“Fuck, Kenna. I need to taste you,” I plead as I nip at her chest, then lick a trail down the valley of her toned stomach. I place a kiss on her right hip bone, skimming my lips across to drop a kiss on the left one.
She grips her fingers in my hair and stops me from moving any lower. “Griff, I-I haven’t done this before. Y-you don’t—”
Taking in a deep breath along her slit, I look up at her. “I’m going to cut you off right there, Sunshine. I’m absolutely going to, if you’ll let me. Because I can’t wait to devour this pussy. I’ve wondered what you taste like for weeks now—hell, years if I’m being honest. So don’t think for one second that I don’t want to eat your sweet cunt.”
“Holy. Fucking. Shit,” she heaves, breathless from desire. Kenna gives me a small nod, giving me permission to pursue paradise.
Keeping eye contact with her, I lap my tongue through her folds up to her clit.
That first taste of her makes me come undone. Knowing I’m the first person to give her this experience, to make her come with my tongue, has my dick stirring again.
She tightens her grip on my hair, nearly pulling it out—pushing me on. Gripping her hips, I pin her against the shower wall and place her legs over my shoulders, suspending her.
I devour her like a starved man, not even bothering to come up for air. And when she tilts her hips, grinding herself on my face, I know I’d gladly suffocate in her pussy.
I fall into a state of euphoria at the noises she makes. Each one pulses through me, making my cock throb again with need.
“Oh, fuck! Right there,” she moans, and I don’t let up, pushing her to the brink. “G-baby—yes!” she nearly screams her release as she comes all over my face.
I lap up her orgasm, slowly bringing her down from her release, placing kisses on the inside of her thighs.
“You are fucking scrumptious, Sunshine.”
“And you . . . are a fucking wizard with your tongue,” she replies.
I chuckle at her response, rising to my full height to wrap her in my arms. As I come down from the sex-induced high, I find myself needing to ask her if she’s okay. “I wasn’t too rough with you, was I?”
“I told you not to hold back on me, G. And I meant it. That was perfect.”
“Did I hear you scream ‘G-baby’ when you were coming?”
She’s bashful again, trying to hide her blush in my chest. “That may or may not have been what I’ve referred to you as, behind your back, of course, since I was fourteen.”
I angle her head up to meet my eyes. “Don’t hide from me, Kenna. I want to know everything. All your truths, remember?”
“All my truths,” she repeats as she links our hands together and kisses me deeply. So deeply, it’s as if she’s etched herself inside my soul.