8. McKenna
The next morning, I woke up early to an empty bed. My head doesn’t pound nearly as badly as I thought it would. We did a few too many shots to celebrate officially becoming a couple and to welcome everyone that came up.
Last night, a group of our friends joined us to stay a few nights. Jackson and his girlfriend Tae rode up together with Bennett, Jackson’s older brother, and Griffin’s former teammate. Katie and I also invited our fellow freshmen teammates, Alexa and Brooke, whom we’ll be playing with this fall.
I roll over to get out of bed, stopping when I see a note on the bedside table that says, Drink this and take these, xx-G.
Briefly smiling to myself, I take the pain relievers and drink the water. I quickly go to the bathroom, brush my teeth, put my hair in a braid, and wash my face.
As soon as I open our bedroom door, I’m hit with the mouthwatering scent of bacon and coffee. I tiptoe down the hallway in search of Griff to avoid waking everyone up.
When I turn the corner, I’m not ready for the ridiculously sexy view before me. Griff stands shirtless in front of the gas range, flipping bacon. The dish towel thrown over his shoulder is doing nothing to hide his rippling back muscles, and he’s clad in only a pair of low-slung athletic shorts that highlight his bubble butt.
I must actually groan out loud, because a second later, Griff turns, his face lighting up with that megawatt smile of his. He turns down the burners before pulling me in for a scant, tease of a kiss. “Good morning, girlfriend.”
With my arms still wrapped around his neck, I reply, “Good morning to you too, boyfriend. Although, leaving me to wake up in a cold bed on day one of our relationship might be the cause for our first fight.”
“You weren’t supposed to wake up for another fifteen minutes. I was going to wake you up with a kiss and breakfast in bed,” he says as he kisses my forehead. “So turn around and get your fine ass back in bed so I can spoil my girlfriend on our first official morning as a couple.”
Well, when he puts it like that . . .
“No need to twist my arm, I’ll be in our bed if you need me.”
“Good girl,” he says as he smacks my retreating ass.
Griff and I eat breakfast in bed, only coming out after we’ve both thoroughly riled one another up. Not that we tried to tease each other . . . we were just interrupted . . . again.
Now, we’re both in our swimsuits, grabbing Ranger’s leash and supplies before joining the others. We’ve got a boathouse down by the water where we dock our two boats and four jet skis. When we get down there, they’re all waiting for us on our pontoon to go to the beach across the lake.
Griffin gets Ranger on the boat, then gives me a hand as I hop on before helping push the boat off the dock. Carson is driving the boat, and with the nine of us plus Ranger, it’s a bit snug. Griff pulls me into his lap, draping my legs across his and gripping the side of my hip to hold me snugly against him.
He looks so gorgeously relaxed right now, like there’s nowhere else he’d rather be. Griff’s got his Ray-Ban sunglasses on, his snapback is turned backward, and his longer hair is fanning out the back. I wrap one arm around his shoulders and play with the hair on his nape.
Leaning into his ear so he can hear me over the boat engine, I say, “You know, you’re supposed to save the hockey flow for the season, right? I don’t think you’ve cut your hair yet this summer.”
“Do you like it better when it’s longer or shorter?” he asks.
“I like having something to grip onto, but when you don’t have a hat on right now, it’s getting a little unruly.”
“I’ll have Katie cut it tomorrow,” he replies instantly. “I didn’t want to take the time away from you this past month to get it cut. Shit, that makes me sound super clingy, doesn’t it?”
“That’s alright, baby. I love it when you’re clingy,” I say before giving him a quick peck on the cheek.
We’re pulled from our little bubble when we hear Bennett say, “Carse, I’m not going to drink much today. If you want, I can drive us back to the house.”
“Yeah, go for it, man. Much appreciated,” Carson replies.
“So, Carson, your best friend is dating your sister, and you’re dating his sister. Did I get that right?” our teammate, Alexa, asks Carson.
“For the most part, except I’m not dating Katie. What made you think that?” Carson questions, raising his voice to be heard over the roar of the engine . . . I think.
Alexa’s cheeks turn pink, which puzzles me. Alexa doesn’t seem like the type to blush. From what I’ve gathered about her so far, she’s more outgoing and blunt, whereas Brooke, our other teammate, is more shy and reserved.
“Oh, my bad. I was just getting couple-vibes from the two of you. Katie said she was casually seeing someone, I guess after last night, I just assumed it was you.”
I’m trying to sort through my memories of last night to see what would make Alexa think my brother and best friend were an item when Katie chimes in. “Carson is the world’s biggest flirt. After a full day at the beach, you’ll think he’s an item with a dozen different girls. He’s all bark and no bite, though.”
Carson flashes Alexa and Brooke his dazzling smile. “Don’t you worry, ladies. I’m single. Feel free to spread the word across campus come August. I wouldn’t want the girls in your dorm to think the world’s biggest flirt is taken.” He punctuates his sentence by winking at Katie.
I shake my head and laugh at Katie and Carson’s banter. These two are constantly giving the other shit when it comes to everything, and that’s how it’s always been.
Carson slows the boat to a trolling speed as we approach the no-wake zone that surrounds the beach. The Bayview beach is filled with white sand, and my personal favorite: beach volleyball courts.
We find a spot to dock the boat by the waterfront bar and grill that’s right next to the beach called The Watering Hole. It’s a place we’ve frequented since we were kids since it’s one of the few bars with docks on the lake.
Once we’ve found a spot on the beach and have our towels laid out, I take off my swim cover-up and then toss my bottle of sunscreen at Griff. “I’ll rub yours if you rub mine.”
He catches the bottle, then bites on his lower lip to try to stop a low groan from slipping out. It still slips out, and the noise makes my stomach clench in response. I walk up to Griff just as he squirts some sunscreen in his palm.
I turn around so he can rub the sunscreen over my shoulders. Just as he starts to massage it into my skin, he lowers his lips to my ears and asks, “Are you trying to make me hard in front of our friends and innocent beachgoers?”
In my most innocent voice, I respond, “I have no idea what you’re referring to.”
“Hmm,” he tsks in my ear. “Why do I get the feeling you’re lying to me?”
I back up a step, just enough to brush my ass against his growing erection. “Need me to take care of that for you? I was referring to rubbing your back with sunscreen, but now I think I need to rub something else . . . Walk with me to the showers?”
Before he can answer, and before I can let my fantasies play out any further, we’re interrupted, yet again, by Jackson. “Alright, we’ve got four college volleyball players, four hockey players, and one future Grammy-award-winning artist. I say we play boys versus girls beach volleyball, and my girl Tae can be the referee.”
I hear Carse swear under his breath before saying, “Yeah, G and I tried to take down Kenna and Katie many times already this summer. I can say with absolute certainty, if we play guys versus girls instead of splitting teams up, we’re going to get our asses handed to us.”
“Damn right, you would,” Katie quickly agrees.
“Fine. We split up teams. Kenna and Carson, you two be team captains and split up the teams. Ladies first, Kenna.” Jackson gestures toward me.
“I’ll take Griff,” I say.
“I see where I rank. What happened to hoes before bros?” Katie pouts.
“Awe, don’t be jealous, sis. Green doesn’t look good on you,” Griff taunts her. “Didn’t take long for Kenna to love me more than you.”
Griff says it in a teasing tone. But the reality of his statement sinks in, making my stomach clench for a different reason. Do I love him? I’m definitely falling for him. Hell, I have been for years.
I’m quickly snapped out of my thought spiral when Carson calls for Katie to be his first teammate. Interesting.
“I’ll take Alexa,” I say. She played a lot of setter in club volleyball, though she likely will play defensive specialist this year. But with Katie on the other team, I need someone who can set the ball well.
Carson takes Brooke and Jackson, and I take Bennett to round out our team. Tae is a good sport and referees the game for us, stating she doesn’t have an athletic bone in her body.
The match was neck and neck, with a few volleys that lasted long enough to earn us a crowd of spectators. The crowd cheers on our group of overly competitive college athletes as we go all out diving for plays and putting up double blocks. In the end, my team came out victorious, and I leaped into Griff’s arms in celebration.
After that intense match, we’re all sweating and needing a break. Griff tightens his hold on me, refusing to put me down, as he sprints toward the water. He flops to his back once the water reaches his waist and crashes us into the water. The cool rush feels amazing against my skin. This summer has been milder, so the water isn’t too warm and still feels refreshing.
“Are you having fun, Sunshine?” Griff asks, his hands gripping my ass as I wrap my legs around him under the water.
“So much fun. But I can’t wait to get you alone later.”
“Mmm,” he groans into my neck as he places kisses in the way I love, from my collarbone up to my jaw. “I think we should head back now. That game left me famished.”
“I’ve got snacks in the coolers. What do you want? I’ve got cheese and summer sausage, chips—”
“Kenna, I can’t exactly feast on what I’m craving at the beach,” he cuts me off, punctuating his statement by grinding his erection into me.
My cheeks flush. “Oh, right. Well, I think we’re going to have to put a pin in that for a little bit longer. Rain check?”
It’s been a really great Fourth of July so far. We spent the day soaking up the sun, playing volleyball, football, and paddle boarding. Once we got back from the beach, we grilled out and started a fire.
The whole group is currently sitting around our firepit at the cabin, making smores, listening to Jackson play the guitar, and singing a duet with Tae. They’ve played a few covers, and they sound amazing together—their voices harmonize beautifully. They’re currently singing “Kiss Me” by Sixpence None The Richer, and it’s making me want to sneak away with Griff and do just that.
I’ve been very patiently waiting for an opportunity to arise, and I turn to ask him to sneak away when he says, “The fireworks are going to start soon, Sunshine.”
“I don’t want to watch them out here. There’s a better spot where we can watch them.”
“Do you have a secret spot you’ve been holding out on all these years?” he asks incredulously.
“No, I just don’t want to watch them out here with everyone else. There’s a really good view of the fireworks over the lake from our bedroom patio.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to watch them with everyone else out here?”
“Exactly, everyone will stay outside to watch them . . . meaning we can finally be alone for some uninterrupted time together.”
“My girl is so damn smart,” he says, grinning as his mouth covers mine.
The rest of the group is so entranced in the song, that they don’t notice us sneak off toward the house.
Once we close the sliding glass door to the house, Griffin picks me up bridal style. He carries me with such ease—it makes me feel feminine in a way I’m not used to with other guys. I couldn’t be. They couldn’t make me feel small in their arms. But this man, this gorgeously chiseled man, makes me feel vulnerable in the best way.
Griff doesn’t set me down until we’re standing in front of our bed. He cups his hands around my jaw, pulling my bottom lip down with his thumb.
“God, I love your lips,” he rasps before crashing his lips against mine in a searing kiss. My stomach flutters, and I can feel heat pooling between my legs.
We continue to kiss while Griff begins undressing me. He slides his fingers up under the hem of my swim coverup, pulling his lips from mine so he can slowly peel it over my head. He places open-mouth kisses along my collarbones as he tactfully unties each knot of my swimsuit until it pools at my feet. Griff’s shirt and board shorts quickly join the pile of discarded clothes.
We fall onto the bed; he moves me up toward the headboard in a swift move that ends with his cock grinding against my bare pussy.
“Mmm—I’m going to worship.” Kiss. “Every fucking inch.” Kiss. “Of your scrumptious body.” Kiss.
He drifts his lips across my chest, pulling my nipple into his mouth, making me moan. His eyes connect with mine, and his face lights up with that wicked smile of his. Those dimples should come with a warning label.
CAUTION: Guaranteed to melt your panties.
He places a single kiss on each of my ribs as he moves lower, causing chills to erupt across my body. When he groans, the sound ricochets in my stomach, sending tingles straight to my core.
A zap of pleasure hits me when his hand cups my bare pussy. It’s sensory overload—his hands and lips all over me. I can’t concentrate on what feels best before he lands on a new spot that feels even better.
Griff strokes my clit in just the right spot, causing my hips to jolt off the bed. I grind into his hand, my wetness coating his fingers. He takes two fingers and plunges them deep inside of me. His thumb continues to circle my sensitive bundle of nerves as his fingers hook inside of me, finding that devilishly deep spot that makes me soar above myself in an out-of-body experience. I could come just like this.
Just as that thought enters my mind, Griff slips his fingers out of me and hovers above me on all fours.
“Spread your legs wider for me, Sunshine. I want to see how turned on this sweet pussy is for me,” he says as he moves down and shoulders his way between my legs, linking his arms around my thighs to keep me from moving. “Fuck, Kenna. Your pussy is glistening for me.”
Griff licks me in one long stroke, his tongue flat, from my entrance to my clit.
My building orgasm comes roaring back, his tongue stroking my entrance before moving back to my clit. When he begins sucking my clit with fervor, my eyes roll to the back of my head, and I think I’ll pass out from the intensity of the pleasure—of this moment.
A needy moan escapes my mouth just as Griff slams two fingers back inside me. The combination of his fingers hitting my G-spot and his tongue working magic on my clit sends me soaring into a climax I can only describe as other-worldly. My legs shake and spasm. For fuck’s sake, I’m convulsing over his face and fingers.
“Oh, fuck. G—oh my god!” I scream into the pillow, trying to drown out the noise.
Griff continues to work me through my release, pressing light kisses along my thighs and hip bones as I come back down to earth.
I kiss my way back up Kenna’s body, worshiping each swell and valley with my lips and tongue. Tiny goosebumps appear as my mouth moves along her soft skin.
When my trail of kisses finally leads back to her mouth, I devour her, tangling my tongue against hers, giving her a taste of herself. I grind my hips into hers, loving how my cock glides against her wet pussy. Deepening the kiss, I continue to drive my hips into hers. This feels so good—too fucking good. My cock is so hard I could come just like this.
“I need you, Griff. Please don’t make me wait any longer,” she pleads. I’m desperate for her too, but for some reason, I’m a complete asshole and need her to beg before I bury myself inside her.
“Tell me exactly what you need, Kenna,” I demand.
“I need you to fuck me,” she says as she tugs on my hair. “I can’t stand the thought of going another minute without knowing what it feels like to have you inside me.”
Needing to be inside of her as much as she wants—needs—me, I leap from the bed to get a condom from my wallet.
Kenna’s eyes widen. She bites her lip as I tear the condom wrapper open with my teeth.
I pause at the look on her face. “You look like you’re hesitating, Kenna. We can wait if you’re not ready.”
“Don’t you dare. I’m ready—I’m just trying to figure out how you’re going to fit inside of me without splitting me in two. You’re huge. I mean, I knew you were huge. It’s just seeing it now, and knowing where it’s going, you’re . . . well, huge.”
I’d be lying if I said hearing her say that didn’t inflate my ego tenfold. “Trust me, Sunshine. We’ll make it fit. You’re so ready for my cock; you’re making a mess of the sheets.”
Heat flushes her cheeks, and I shake my head at her. “I didn’t say that to embarrass you. It turns me on so fucking much—you’re going to feel so good.”
“Then stop talking and make me come again,” she sasses.
My fucking Sunshine.
Settling between her knees, I run my length up and down her slit a few times, before slowly pushing inside her a few inches. I groan at the way her pussy clenches my cock.
“Griff,” she whimpers. “So full.”
“I’m not even all the way in yet, baby. Take a deep breath for me so I can slide home.”
She inhales, and I do just that, slamming my hips flush against hers. Holding myself there so we can both adjust.
“Fucking fuck. You’re so tight—” I grit out, trying not to finish from how fucking euphoric her pussy feels.
“Oh, god. Move. I need you to move, Griff.”
I start to pump in and out of her. Quickly realizing I’m not going to last long. She’s so fucking wet. So fucking tight.
Pulling out of her, I flip us over so she’s straddling me. “Ride me, Kenna.”
She lifts herself up on her knees, lining my cock up before she sinks down. My eyes nearly roll to the back of my head. Nothing has ever felt this good. I look down at where Kenna’s pussy is strangling my cock.
“You’re such a good fucking girl. Look at your pussy taking me so well,” I urge her, pointing her chin to look down at where my cock moves in and out of her.
She looks down, biting her lip to suppress her moans. I take her lip from between her teeth. “I want everyone in this house to hear you scream my name when you come.”
I grip her hips and begin to frantically piston my hips up into her, using my thumb to rub her clit to get one more orgasm out of her.
“Yes—Griff. Don’t stop, ohmygod—don’t stop.”
I’m definitely not going to stop.
“Come for me, McKenna,” I command.
“Right there . . . yes. Yes—Griff!” she cries out as her pussy convulses around my cock, squeezing it so tight I think I might pass out. I ring out every ounce of pleasure from her, before gripping her hips tightly and finding my own release. White spots cloud my vision as I come down from the most intense release of my life.
Kenna doesn’t move to get off me. She just pulls me up flush against her chest and kisses me. Her legs wrap around my waist, and my softening dick gets aroused at the feel of her still around me.
“It’s seriously never been like this, never felt so good.”
Kenna shifts, grinding her hips in circles, before she mockingly says, “Are you telling me that I just rocked the world of the Griffin Turner?”
“You fucking ruined me, Kenna,” I admit truthfully. She slowly lifts off me, and I give her a quick kiss on her forehead before heading to the bathroom to take care of the condom.
When I get back into bed, Kenna is pitched up on her elbows, looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the lake. Just as I join her, wrapping one arm over her back, the fireworks start booming over the lake. Ranger, who I didn’t realize was in here during our lust-filled haze, jumps up onto our bed and nuzzles his head under Kenna’s elbow.
“Oh, buddy. You’re still scared of the fireworks, aren’t you, boy?” she asks him before turning to me. “I didn’t even know he was in here. Hopefully, he isn’t scarred from what he just witnessed.”
Laughter roars out of me when I see the worried look on her face. “Did you know dogs can smell pheromones? So any time we’ve been even remotely aroused by each other over the past month, Ranger has sensed what was about to happen. I wouldn’t worry, baby. He’s not scarred; if anything, he’s jealous.”
“My poor baby’s been corrupted by us,” she whines as she wraps her arms around his neck.
As we sit together watching the fireworks show with Ranger, I realize I’ve never been more at ease, never felt more at home than I do at this moment. I could get used to this little life, and even though we’ll have years of distance ahead of us, there’s no one else I’d want by my side than McKenna Wilder.