Chapter 38
THIRTY-EIGHT
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When I kissed Kendra goodbye, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Not with her when she walked out the door, but my intuition wanted me to go after her.
I tried not to stalk her on her run, but I noticed when she stopped, and her signal stayed in one place for several minutes. She’d been at the stadium for more than an hour, far longer than it would typically take her to shower and dress.
“Fuck it.” I set off to find her, the signal drawing me into the women’s locker room, not caring if she got pissed at me for checking on her. At this time of year, she was likely to be the only one in that section of the building. I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something wrong.
I heard the water running, but nothing could have prepared me for how I found Kendra.
She was still dressed in her running gear, curled up in a ball with the shower water rolling off her back.
Her forehead pressed into her knees as her body shivered under the steady stream of piping hot water.
The fact that she was shivering even as piping hot water blasted her body shot fear straight through me.
“Kenny,” my voice shook as I forced her name out.
She turned, her round blue eyes red, vacant, and haunted.
I rushed to the valve, turning the knob and shutting the flow of water off.
I grabbed the towel she’d left on the hook.
Pulling her wet gear off of her before wrapping her up as she continued to shiver in my arms. She burrowed into me, desperate for heat.
As her body stilled, she pawed at me—her hands greedy, wandering my body.
Maybe it was the relief that she had stopped shaking, but I reacted to her the same way I always did when she touched me—instant, without question.
Kendra owned my body in a way no one ever had.
My brain was slow to put out the warning.
I didn’t think twice as her mouth brutalized mine. I supported the weight of her hips as she wrapped her thighs around my waist, and I sighed as she released my weeping cock from my pants and notched it at her entrance.
When she came, her body squeezed mine like a vice grip.
I followed her over the edge. She buried her head in my shoulder for a few seconds before sliding off of me, breaking all physical contact.
She bent to gather her wet clothes, avoiding my eyes as I stood there, limp dick hanging, and in my work attire, soaked through from her body.
“I’ll see you upstairs.” She cut through the showers towards the locker where her clean clothes hung.
“Ken—”
She didn’t even look back. The faint ring had finally cut through, and alarm bells were screaming in my brain. I took a moment to put myself together, mentally thanking God that I had a spare suit in my office.
Unable to shake the feeling that something was seriously wrong with Kendra, I followed up with a text once I was in my office.
Me: Are you okay?
Kendra: Yeah, I’m sorry. This morning’s run was bad, and it made me question running the marathon.
Me: Bad runs happen…
Kendra: Just need to shake it off.
Bad runs happen, but she wasn’t telling me everything. Fuck, I looked at my schedule for the next few days, and there would be no time for me to talk to her between now and my trip to Florida for the beginning of Spring Training.
Me: Are you sure you can’t make it to Florida with me?
Her answer was a photo of her work calendar. No. Neither of us had a moment to spare.
Kendra: I’m also going to need to miss dinner tonight. Kelsey needs help with Crew.
I swallowed back a bit of disappointment. On the surface, it was normal for her to spend time with her sister, but something felt off. Ever since she left my apartment this morning. Something had changed.