12. McKenna
Katie and I arrived at Boston Logan Airport early on Friday morning. It’s Labor Day weekend, so our coach gave us the weekend off, and we don’t start classes until Tuesday next week. Our trip was a last-minute decision to surprise Griff, so we couldn’t sit together on the flight here.
I know I said it was to surprise Griff, but as soon as we made the decision to come, we called him to see if he was okay with it. He moved in earlier this week, so aside from our daily FaceTime calls, I haven’t seen him in five days. I know, I’m pathetic. But can you blame me for being insanely needy? We declared our love for each other before he came inside me for the first time, and then he moved across the country the next day for the start of our four-year long-distance relationship.
Now, Katie and I are waiting by the arrivals terminal for Griffin to pick us up. We’re sitting on a bench, resting our ankles on our carry-ons.
“Are you excited to visit Griff?” Katie turns to look at me.
I can feel her gaze. “I am, but I can’t help but have a minor case of PTSD when it comes to visiting my boyfriend at college now. Don’t get me wrong, I know Griff would never cheat on me, but the fear from my past is still there.”
“While I don’t blame you, just know that Griff is completely obsessed with you. I know he’s one of the top prospects for the NHL next year, but in Boston, everyone treats him like he’s a god.”
“I know. I remember you saying that when you and your dad spent Christmas break here last year because of his hockey schedule. And I saw it first hand the few times he visited me on campus.”
She nods in acknowledgment. “I figured you already knew, but I didn’t want you to feel blindsided by the amount of attention he receives here.”
I nudge her shoulder and thank her for the head’s up. The sound of a horn pulls our attention to the curb. Griffin gets out and rounds the hood of the vehicle. I don’t waste any time, quickly hopping off the bench so I can leap into his arms.
“Sunshine. I missed you so fucking much.” Griff squeezes me in his arms. His familiar scent fills me with longing. The feel of his arms surrounding me makes my heart swell in contentment.
“I missed you more,” I say and instantly feel needy as fuck.
He pulls back and, as if reading my mind, demands, “Don’t. We’re mutually, pathetically, sickeningly in love with each other.”
“You can say that again,” Katie chimes in. Griff places me back on the sidewalk, and we both turn to look at Katie. “Oh, did you forget about me? Where’s my big welcome hug, G?”
Griff opens his arms and motions for her to come give him a hug. Katie pulls away from the hug and jousts him on his side. “I’m just giving you two shit. You know I’ve shipped you two from the start. How else is my bestie supposed to become my sister-in-law and auntie to my kiddos someday?”
Instead of Griff outwardly freaking out, he just shakes his head at his sister and replies, “Just don’t make us an aunt and uncle too soon, Katie Cat.”
She beams at him, then turns to me, “So when’s the wedding?” she asks, completely ignoring his comment.
“You’re hopeless,” I tease.
“Wrong. I’m actually full of hope. That’s how I just know this is going to end up just like I’ve always envisioned. Kenna, in a beautiful white dress, walking down the aisle to my amazing big brother, who will be bawling like a damn baby.”
Katie shakes her head and holds her hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright. I’ll lay off for now. But promise me one thing.” She looks over at me expectantly.
“That depends,” I reply.
“Promise me I’ll have the best seat in the place. I don’t want to miss a single tear or snot bubble on Griff’s face—” She hasn’t even finished her teasing before Griff tackles her and tells her to get in the car.
“I’ll let you take shotgun, Kenna,” Katie calls over her shoulder. “After all, it’s been five whole days since my brother got to hold his girl’s hand.” She turns on her heel and shouts, “Oh, G. You’re fancy. Thanks for picking us up in style.”
Griff shakes his head as he places our luggage in the back of the Mercedes he pulled up in.
“Whose G-Wagon is this?” my question comes out high-pitched, my voice laced with panic.
“This is my roommate’s. He let me borrow it to come to get the two of you. I keep my Jeep in Minnesota, remember?” He answers.
“Right. I miss riding in your Jeep. Not going to lie, I was so excited to see you I didn’t even notice this earlier.”
“Good. I missed being the center of your attention,” he says, grinning as his mouth covers mine.
I pull away and tell him we better get going. Once again, Griff opens the passenger-side door for me, gesturing for me to get in. I thank him, and then we’re off.
“Where’s your new house? Who are your roommates this year? Do I have to share a bedroom with the two of you? Fill us in.” Katie rattles off and Griff takes her questions in stride, smiling.
“Same house as last year. We’ve got the same roommates aside from Slater. He moved out in the spring since he got signed after our season ended. We haven’t voted on who gets his room yet, so that’s where you can sleep, Katie Cat.”
“Sweet. That way, I can finally get a break from hearing the two of you go at it,” Katie says.
Wanting to detour that comment and curious to hear more about his roommates, I request, “Give me a rundown on your roommates. You’ve mentioned them here and there, but I don’t think I can keep them straight.”
“Alright, we’ve got the Russians, Maks and Nico. They’re brothers. They were born in the US, but they’re one hundred percent Russian and have slight accents; ergo, we call them the Russians. Maks is the one with black hair and a slight beard. Nico has lighter hair, is covered in tattoos, and he’s six-foot-six. Then we’ve got Emmett, he’s our resident nerd on the team. He’s wicked smart and will probably win a Nobel Prize for curing cancer or something. Emmett will likely have his glasses on, he only puts contacts in to play.”
Griff’s house is only about seven miles from the airport; however, with mid-day traffic, it takes us closer to twenty minutes to get there. We pull up to the curb of a brownstone that’s within walking distance of both campus and Fenway Park, according to Griff. He says he was looking into getting us tickets to a Red Sox game, but hadn’t managed to snag them yet.
“I love it. It’s so charming,” I tell him.
“Yeah, it’s alright. Not entirely what I’d choose for myself. But I can”t beat free housing and getting to stay with some of my teammates. A lot of the team lives in the housing accommodations along this block. But most are only for two or three people. Ours is the biggest, with five bedrooms, so we host most of the team hangouts here,” he says as he grabs our luggage from the back.
The concrete steps lead up to a gorgeous dark oak door with a full-length glass panel, on both sides and above the door are framed by glass windows. The exterior doorway is framed by an intricate stone that shows the character of these homes.
When we enter the house, however, we come face to face—well, face to everything—with one of Griffin’s roommates, who I’m guessing is Maks.
Maks is a total slut. He knows it, we know it, and he’s completely unapologetic in his pursuit to fuck his way through campus. The guy has no qualms when it comes to his sexual escapades. I’ve seen him naked, buried deep inside nameless chicks, more times than I can count. Currently, Maks has a busty chick with fire-engine red hair splayed out on the dining room table.
I don’t even try to hide my anger when I tell him, “Come the fuck on, man. You can fuck in every other inch of this place, aside from my room. But I’m putting my foot down when it comes to the place we fucking eat. Put your dick away, I told you my sister and girlfriend were coming this weekend.”
Completely unashamed, Maks pulls out of the chick and nods his head toward the steps, signaling for her to head to his room. He doesn’t even bother to cover his sheathed dick as he tells her, “Mine is the first door on the right. I’ll be right up.”
While she makes her way up the steps, he goes to the kitchen to grab a water bottle from the fridge. He stands in the middle of the kitchen, in all his naked glory, and chugs the entire bottle before tossing it in the trash. As he walks by us, he winks at Katie, whose jaw is still hanging wide open.
When he finally saunters his ass up the steps and out of sight, I turn to Katie and a blushing Kenna, “I’m sorry about that. Maks is, well . . . Maks. I’ll talk to him again later and make sure he keeps himself in check for the rest of your stay.”
Katie’s shit-eating grin is followed by, “Oh, but I think I like him unchecked. That was something I wouldn’t mind seeing more of, actually.”
“Katie, don’t even think about it,” I warn.
“So, what? You can fuck and date my best friend but I can’t ogle any of yours?” Katie huffs.
Not wanting to have this argument, I suggest we put our bags in our rooms and go out to lunch instead. Katie’s stomach answers with a loud rumble, and we decide to go to an Irish pub a few blocks down, right off the Boston Harbor.
Later that night, there’s a knock on my door.
As I open the door, I say, “You don’t have to knock to come into our room, Sunshine.”
Maks’ smug face is not what I was expecting to see. “Hey, Sunshine, mind if I come in?” The way he mocks me amplifies his Russian accent.
I sigh. “What do you want, asshole?”
Maks, being the pain in the ass he is, shoulders his way into my room. I shut the door behind me and turn to face him.
“Look, I wanted to apologize for earlier, G. Fuck knows if any of you asshats ever pulled something like that when my baby sis was visiting, I’d hang you by your scrotums, slit your throats and watch as you bleed out, drip by fucking drip.”
Well that’s . . . oddly specific. Sometimes the shit that comes out of Maks scares the piss out of me.
He clears his throat. “Anyway, I wanted to make up for it. Here,” he says as he places six Red Sox ticket stubs into my hand for I assume me, Kenna, Katie, Nico, himself, and Emmett.
I only catch a glimpse of the tickets before my head shoots up. “Maks, you crazy motherfucker, these seats are right behind home plate. How in the hell did you get these?”
“Let’s just leave it at I know a guy who owes me a few favors, so I decided to cash in on one of them.” His smirk is accompanied by a devilish glint in his eyes.
“Well, thanks, man. This almost makes up for me having to hear my little sister talk about your, and I quote, ‘monster cock,’ all afternoon.”
Maks just chuckles. “I’m not even going to go there. Let your sis and your girl know we’re pregaming tomorrow at the house before the game. Tell your sister not to worry, I’ll get her there with plenty of time to watch the guys warm up in their tight baseball pants.”
“Jesus.” I shake my head. “I’m sure she’ll appreciate that tidbit.”
“I’m headed out. Later, G.”
Once Maks makes his way down the stairs, I head across the hall and knock on Katie’s door.
Kenna opens the door, biting her lip as she takes in my shirtless chest and light gray joggers.
“Maks just came by to apologize for earlier and gave me these,” I say, handing the tickets to her.
“Are you for real? Katie, we’re going to Fenway and we’ll be right behind home plate!” she exclaims.
“Fuck, yeah! I can’t wait to watch the catcher and the ump squat down in front of us all game.”
“What the fuck, Katie Cat?” I groan. Turning to Kenna, I ask, “You just about ready for bed, Sunshine?”
Katie interjects before she can respond, “Griff, it’s like ten o’clock. Are you seriously not taking us out?”
“Not tonight. We’re going to pregame here tomorrow before we head to Fenway. Then Maks will probably throw an after-party, too. Get some sleep for tonight, and we’ll save the shenanigans for tomorrow.”
“God, you’re such a buzzkill sometimes, you know that? Don’t try to act like you’re looking out for our best interest. You’re trying to fulfill your need to have Mack in your bed for as many hours as you can before we fly out on Sunday.”
“I won’t even try to deny that’s true. But can you blame me?”
“No, I can’t. Now you two get the fuck out so I can relive that scene we walked in on earlier today.”
“Seriously, Katie. What the actual fuck is wrong with you?” I whine.
Kenna and I make our way back to my room, and I’m on her as soon as I turn the lock.
“Finally, I thought I’d never get you alone,” I tell her.
Her answering giggle gets muffled by my lips against her.
“I love kissing you, Griff. I could kiss you every minute of every hour of every day for the rest of our lives and it still wouldn’t be enough.”
“Fuck, Sunshine. I love hearing that. We’ve got a lot of making up to do. Five days without you has felt like an eternity. Come here.” I sit at the end of the bed and pull her onto my lap.
My cock stirs as Kenna straddles me.
In a matter of seconds, our clothes are shed and scattered along the floor, and Kenna is resuming her position straddling my lap.
I run my cock along her pussy a few times before she pushes my hand aside and damn near impales herself on my cock.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
“God damn, McKenna.”
Her only answer is to quicken her pace. I match her pace, thrusting into her fervently.
“You’re so tight . . . you’re choking my cock, Sunshine.”
“Choke me back,” she insists. I pause her movements, staring into her eyes to make sure I understood her correctly in my sex haze.
Kenna pulses her pussy around me before pulling her hips from my grasp and slamming back down my cock. “I said. Choke me.”
I only hesitate a second before wrapping one hand around her delicate nape.
“Oh, fuck!” she loudly moans.
“Shhh, Sunshine. I need you to be a good girl and keep quiet,” I whisper, applying slightly more pressure around her neck. That does the trick. Within seconds, Kenna is staring into my eyes as her orgasm takes hold of her.
I feverishly pound into her pussy, nearly passing out as I spill into her.
Removing my hands from her neck, I pepper soft kisses atop the light pink marks they left.
“You’re going to be the fucking death of me, McKenna.”
“But what a way to go,” she quips.
What a fucking way is right.
Our flight back to Minneapolis was the latest flight we could get on Sunday evening, so we arrive in Minneapolis sometime around one in the morning.
Classes start on Tuesday, so we wanted to have as much of Monday to get ready for our first day of college. I’ve always loved the first day of school. The first day is like the start of a new chapter; the slate is wiped clean, and the possibilities for new beginnings are endless. That’s even more true for the first day of college.
Katie and I are in the back of an Uber, heading back to our dorm when I place my hand on hers and look over at her. “I probably sound like a broken record, but I’m so excited to start our next chapter with you by my side.”
Before Katie can even respond, blinding lights fill my vision. My responding scream is quickly cut off as another vehicle crashes into ours. The jarring sound echoes, mixing alongside the ringing in my ears.
Searing pain ricochets throughout my body, causing my vision to blur with black dots that quickly pull me into the darkness.