9. Griffin
I’m having the most intense dream. I think it’s the after-effects of having sex with Kenna for the first time. The feel of her wet lips wrapped tightly around my cock is so realistic, I smile to myself as the hazy edges of the dream start to fade. Only, as I open my eyes and my vision begins to clear, I see the most divine sight in front of me.
I have to bite my lip to keep my loud groan from escaping. The sight before me is spellbinding. Kenna’s on her knees, ass in the air, her lips wrapped around my cock, cheeks hollowed. I think I just discovered my newest addiction.
This is the best feeling in the world. No, that’s not true. What would make this morning’s surprise even better would be for Kenna to straddle me and sink down on my cock like she did last night.
“Did I just die and wake up in heaven?” I rasp, my voice thick with sleep and lust.
Kenna’s lips literally pop off my dick—her sly smile spreads across her face, her eyes alight with mischief.
“Good morning, baby,” she purrs as she straddles my hips.
The moment her wet heat meets my dick, I’m a lust-struck fool. I grip her hips and quickly roll her onto her back.
“Are you sore?” I ask, hovering my weight above her.
“Not really sore. It feels more like the good muscle fatigue you wake up with after pushing through a hard workout the day before. But that’s never stopped me before, and it’s not going to stop me today. Get a condom on and get inside me, Griff.”
I love when she’s direct and tells me what she wants. Leaning over her, I grab one of the condoms from the pack I placed on the nightstand last night.
I sit back on my heels while I roll on the condom, getting my fill of Kenna’s gorgeously naked body, spread and on display for me. She inhales sharply as I continue my gaze down her torso.
I brace my elbows beside her head, tangling my fingers through her hair. Using my knee as leverage, I thrust so deeply inside her I’m not sure where I end and she begins.
Now that I’ve been inside Kenna, I’m not sure I’ll ever get my fill of her.
She grips the sheets as I pick up my pace, grinding my hips into hers with each thrust. Her pussy begins to flutter around my cock, and it doesn’t take much to bring me to the brink of my orgasm.
“Fuck, are you close? I don’t want to come until you do.”
“Then make me come,” she demands.
As soon as the words leave her lips, I sit back and grab her ankles, placing them on my shoulders. I wrap my arms around her legs, almost as if I”m hugging them. This new angle allows me to fuck her so much deeper, and my girl loves that.
“Play with your clit for me, Sunshine,” I command.
She complies as I begin fucking her ruthlessly.
“Griff, you’re so deep. Right there, baby.”
I deliver a few more punishing thrusts before I feel her pussy pulse and clench my cock. Her orgasm sends me spiraling, and I follow right after her.
I release her legs and pull out of her. “You’re going to be the death of me, Sunshine.”
Once I take care of the condom and clean us up, I pull Kenna into my arms. Her hair and skin smell like oranges, summer, and something entirely Kenna. It’s intoxicating.
I smile to myself, basking in this moment. “Morning sex might just be my new favorite thing.”
Kenna’s head snaps up from where it was resting on my chest. “Am I supposed to believe you’ve never had morning sex before?”
“I have not. I’ve never spent the night with anyone but you, so the opportunity never presented itself.”
“So you never spent the night with Emily over the nearly two years you were together?” she asks in disbelief.
“No, I didn’t. I know this sounds bad, but she was mostly my girlfriend in name only. We were constantly on and off again. I think she liked the status that came with dating the big guy on campus. We didn’t really discuss things beyond the surface level. Hell, I think we only went on three dates that whole time, and they were in a group setting. My relationship with her was superficial, but it was mutually beneficial. She got the status, and I had some of the puck bunnies lay off me.”
“I’m not sure what to say to that. I mean, it makes me feel better knowing things with her weren’t on the same level as they are with us. And I’m glad we were both able to experience what it’s not supposed to be like before we got together.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Well, thanks to Drew, I now know what it’s like to be with someone who projects all his insecurities and paranoia on me. He wouldn’t accept me trying to end things several times, yet he was sleeping with other girls from the moment he moved into his dorm last year. I tried ending things before he left, but he kept saying we would make it work. I’m just glad I had checked out of the relationship long before I found him cheating on me.”
“Wait, you found him cheating on you?” I ask, bewildered.
“Yeah. I went to visit him at his dorm. It wasn’t even a surprise. He knew I was coming to visit that afternoon.”
“He’s such a fucking idiot for letting you slip through his fingers. But I’ve never been more grateful for another man’s stupidity.”
Kenna sits up, and stretches her arms above her head, causing the sheet to drop down and expose her bare breasts. After she finishes a yawn, she says, “I think I need a solo shower this morning. Sorry, baby.”
“No need to apologize. I’m going to get some breakfast and start the coffee. Meet me in the kitchen when you’re done,” I tell her, giving her a quick peck on her shoulder.
I’ve just poured a second cup of coffee for Kenna when she enters the kitchen. I look up to find her wearing my favorite Emery Elites Hockey T-shirt. I’m so distracted by how good she looks, that I overflow the mug, spilling hot coffee all over the counter.
This girl will be the death of me. I’m so gone for her. I know I said I couldn’t afford distractions, but she pushed me in ways I can’t even begin to explain.
I leave the cup of coffee on the counter and wrap my arms tightly around Kenna, palming her ass before giving it a squeeze. Moving my scruff across her cheek, I gruffly say into her ear, “You look so fucking delectable in my favorite shirt. Welcome to the dark side. Emery red has never looked so good, Sunshine.”
“I agree. But I look better in Abbott University maroon and white.”
Removing my hands from her ass, I cup her face and cradle her cheeks. I stare into her eyes as if she’s the most precious thing in the world—which, to me, she is. Every moment with her is better than the last. I didn’t even hesitate to ask her to be mine the other day.
“I could get used to this—waking up to my girlfriend giving me the hottest head of my life, walking to breakfast in nothing but my shirt, letting me bend her over—”
She puts her hands over my mouth, cutting me off before I can finish detailing my next fantasy.
I lift her onto the kitchen island, spreading her legs so I can stand between them. Trailing my lips up her neck, I whisper in her ear, “I want to bend you over this island, push up this T-shirt,” I say as I fist it in my hand, “run my hands over your tight ass cheeks, squeezing them before I spread them so I can slide my cock inside your dripping pussy in one, smooth stroke.”
Kenna’s breath hitches. Her gaze filled with lust. “You’re insatiable,” she whispers.
“I’m addicted to you, Sunshine. To your lips, the way you taste on my tongue, to your citrusy perfume, the way you come undone beneath me. I’m not sure I’ll ever get my fill of you.” It’s true, I am addicted to her. She’s turning me into the neediest man in the world. I can’t stop thinking about her; craving a chance to see her, talk to her, touch her, kiss her.
Before we can take it any further, the front door opens. A very sweaty and shirtless Bennett walks in, pausing mid-way to take his AirPods out when he sees us. He shakes his head and goes up the stairs without saying a word. Bennett isn’t much for confrontation, or conversation, for that matter.
Even though Bennett didn’t call us out, Kenna still places her head in her hands to try to hide her embarrassment.
“Don’t,” I tell her, tilting her chin up to meet my eyes. Her eyes and nose wrinkle at me in question. “Don’t for one second be embarrassed by us. I’m not and never will be.”
“I’m not embarrassed by us. I’m mortified by the fact that I wasn’t embarrassed at all.” She shifts her gaze away from mine. “The idea of being caught kind of . . . excites me.”
“Damn it, Sunshine. Now my nights in Boston are going to be filled with fantasies of my little exhibitionist.” I skim the outside of her thighs and tell her, “Hop down before one of our siblings comes down.”
Kenna hops down and follows me to the counter where I’ve set our cups of coffee and started prepping breakfast.
“Omelets sound good to you?” I ask her.
She looks up over her mug and nods in response. I start cracking eggs into a mixing bowl, and when I move to chop up the vegetables, Kenna hip-checks me out of the way.
“I’ve got the veggies. Will you start the bacon, sausage, and ham?”
I take the towel I always have slung over my shoulder when I’m cooking, and gently swat her butt with it. “Careful, Sunshine. This weekend has already got me fantasizing what it’ll be like when we’re living together.”
Kenna’s answering smile is damn-near blinding. “Is that right? Aren’t you getting a little ahead of yourself, Hotshot?”
“No, just hoping for as many moments like this as possible over this next year when we’re long-distance. I plan to put a very large dent in my bank account from Airfare.”
“Same, baby. And I’m not even mad about it.”
We leave it at that, knowing we’re not ready to burst this bubble with talk of long-distance.
Kenna opens her Spotify app on her phone to play music. She absolutely refuses to cook without being able to sing and dance. She plays “Fearless (Taylor’s Version),” and like everything when it comes to Kenna, I just can’t help myself from singing along with her.
After a day full of wakeboarding, tubing, and wake surfing, my muscles are sore, and Kenna and I are both dead on our feet. We opted out of going to the carnival Jackson and Tae invited us to, so once we finished eating dinner, we headed to our room to watch a new Jason Statham movie.
“How about a bath first, Sunshine?” I call out from our ensuite.
“Mmm, I’d love that,” Kenna responds from where she’s perched on the end of the bed.
I fill the soaking tub with the bath salts, oils, and bubbles that are sitting on the ledge next to the two glasses of red wine I set there. The tub is big enough to comfortably fit the two of us. We’ve taken enough showers together by now that I know Kenna prefers to melt her skin off, so I fill the bath with scalding hot water.
Steam rises from the tub as Kenna enters the bathroom completely naked. Thankfully, the floor-to-ceiling windows have reflective film on the outside, so nobody else gets to see Kenna like this. I can’t believe she’s mine.
I strip down and sink into the hot water. Kenna follows me in, sitting in between my legs with her back against my chest. She rests her head against my chest, closes her eyes, and sighs in contentment.
“What would you do if you couldn’t play hockey professionally?”
The question catches me off guard. Not many people are interested in asking me questions that aren’t related to hockey.
“At first I majored in sports management as kind of a way to coast academically while still getting my degree. But I think if I wasn’t able to play anymore, whether it be because of injury or retirement, I want to be an agent. I like working with Jared, and his story is what made me decide to sign with him. Did you know he used to play hockey professionally? He was drafted second overall in 2015, but he had to quit after only three seasons due to having too many concussions.”
“I think you’d make a really good agent. You’re smart, charismatic, and you can bullshit with the best of them, which means you could schmooze any young gun to sign you as their agent.”
“What about you, Sunshine? What do you want to do after college?”
“I know it’s a farfetched dream considering I’m only eighteen and the average age of the Women’s US National team is somewhere in the mid-twenties. But I want to be a part of that team someday. I’d love to play professionally for a few seasons. But if those dreams don’t work out, I want to coach and teach. I’ve always loved working with kids, especially young athletes.”
“Dreams are meant to be just out of reach. If they aren’t somewhat farfetched, how are you supposed to push yourself and work for them? Kenna, I’ve never met someone as determined and as passionate as you. This dream of yours is within reach, and I can’t wait to cheer you on when it comes true. But, if for some reason it doesn’t work out, I have to tell you that you’d be the hottest teacher and coach that ever existed. You should probably consider teaching at an all-girls academy, though.”
She playfully nudges her elbow into my ribs in response to my antics.
I love getting to see these different sides of Kenna. She’s not just confident; she lets me see her shy side when she’s being bashful; she lets me see her playful, competitive side; she lets down all her walls, free from inhibitions around me. How fucking lucky does that make me?
“Do you ever think about the future? I mean, aside from hockey, do you ever picture what kind of life you want?”
Again, her question takes me by surprise.
Note to self: Kenna not only gets horny, but she gets philosophical after two glasses of wine.
“Of course. Honestly, at times, thinking of the future makes me angry because I know I’ll be experiencing more firsts without my mom there to see. She won’t see me sign my first NHL deal or play my first NHL game. She won’t be at my wedding or meet any of her grandkids. It’s hard to accept that. But, yeah, I picture my future.”
“What do you see when you picture it?” This question comes from her as more of an unsteady whisper.
I intertwine our fingers together and pull her tighter against my chest. Then I nuzzle my head against hers while telling her, “I picture nights like these. You’ll be wearing my ring on your finger—your left ring finger. You’ll be a little tipsy from the wine we had at dinner with our friends. You’ll still be asking me about our future, and I’ll tell you I want to start making babies—lots and lots of babies. Then we’ll start making those babies, or practice making them, at the very least. And I’ll pull you against my chest and fall asleep with you in my arms every night, just like I will for the rest of our lives.” I can so easily picture it—I have pictured it several times.
She closes her eyes and smiles. “I can see it too. Sometimes, I just wish we could skip to the good part, you know? But I love making memories like this weekend to look back on.”
I hum in response, rubbing slow circles across her stomach and hip bones. The sheer fulfillment I feel in this moment is unmatched by anything else I’ve ever experienced.
“Are we crazy for taking on a long-distance relationship that will likely span like four years after only being together one summer?”
I tense at her question. I understand why she asked it, but I won’t lie, it makes me nervous to think she’s apprehensive.
“Sure, we’re crazy. But think of how badass our story will be when Katie and Carson are recounting it at our wedding someday?”
“You’re certifiable. And again, you’re getting a little ahead of yourself. You’re supposed to wait at least six months before you start showing all your cards.”
I reprimand her by tickling her ribs. “Well, get used to it. You’re stuck with me now, Sunshine.”
Doesn’t she see it? Realize it yet? She owns me. Every last piece of me.