Chapter 55 Kendra
FIFTY-FIVE
kendra
We rode back to the penthouse, making meaningless small talk.
“Reaves did great last night. He reminds me of players much older than him.”
“I still can’t believe he’s only 19,” he said.
“How are things going with his living situation with Austin?” He’d moved in right about the same time Ashley kicked him out. Austin had been shocked when she’d cheated on him, but didn’t hesitate to end his marriage, and that meant that he and Nate now lived with his sister.
“Oh, Nate annoys the fuck out of him, and Austin treats him like he’s a kid. It’s perfect.”
I laughed. “Guess he doesn’t need a babysitter.”
“We thought we had a deal with Milligan, but he has the right of refusal. He’s demanded a payout and will only agree to New York. Craig thinks we’d be better off waiting. He thinks he’s going to fuck up.”
He pulled into the garage and parked next to the G-Wagon before turning to face me.
“I’m sorry.” He reached out, his thumb scraping across my cheek before pulling me in to him, kissing me tenderly. “I love you, Ken. More than I ever thought was possible. I don’t think less of you for what happened, but I hate myself for not being able to fix it. I’m so far out of my league.”
“How about a hitman?” I joked.
“Thought about that. But he’s not worth jail time. He’s definitely not worth me losing a minute of my life with you.”
“Thank you for coming tonight. I know it was the last thing you wanted after the day you had.”
He pulled me close. “If something is important to you, I’m there, Ken. Always.”
“I love you, too.”
He smiled that boyish grin. “She said it.”
“Yeah, yeah. You know that’s hard for me. Not because I don’t mean it.” It had been easier and easier for me to let those words fly.
“You show it in so many ways. Just the fact that you wanted me there—”
“Let’s go inside.”
“Takeout and a movie?”
The Minutemen were traveling tonight, gearing up for a four-game series in New York. A movie sounded like the perfect way to forget about baseball for a night.
“Yes, tacos?”
He groaned. “Fuck yes. I’ll call in the order; you pick the movie. Race you to the couch.”
“What do you want to watch?” I asked.
“Comedy?”
“That’s helpful.” My response dripped with sarcasm. I scrolled through Netflix for the sixth time, not finding anything I wanted to watch.
“Is there something else you’d rather watch?” Jonathan set up a buffet of tacos, nachos, rice, and beans on the coffee table as I cycled through the options once more.
“Baseball?”
He laughed. “Can’t get away from it, can we?”
“Do we even want to?” I switched to a game, the sound of the crowd as the batter connected with the ball immediately calming my soul.
“Yeah, in November.”
After we ate, we picked up the remnants of our dinner and cleaned the kitchen, the baseball game still playing in the background.
As I finished wiping down the counter, I felt the warmth of Jonathan’s body as he pressed up against mine.
He swept my hair out of the way, his lips brushing against the back of my neck.
I squeezed my eyes shut. Hoping against hope that he wasn’t only doing this because of what we’d discussed in therapy.
I spun in his arms. My eyes searched his and found the same solid strength I always saw in him. I wound my hands around his neck, interlacing my fingers at the base of his skull. His head dipped, and he buried his face in my neck, breathing deeply before pulling back and taking my mouth with force.
I gasped. My mouth opened for him on reflex, tongue darting out tentatively, only to be met with fervor. His mouth practically bruising mine, a sharp contrast to the soft touch of his fingertips as they trailed up and down my arms.
My fingers wove through his hair, which had grown slightly longer than his normal cut, and I tugged hard. I reveled in the groan that vibrated through his body. Relief poured through me. Yes, he still wanted me.
“Fuck, Ken, I need you.” His voice shook as he pulled away, seeking reassurance before continuing.
“I. Need. You. Too.”
That was all the permission he needed before tossing me over his shoulder and carrying me towards the bedroom.
Instead of throwing me on the bed, one of my favorite moves, he placed me on my feet.
His hand shook lightly as he held my jaw before devouring my mouth.
His hands roamed my body, but he made no move to remove our clothing.
When my hand slipped to his belt buckle, his hand grabbed mine, preventing me from moving any further.
“I’ve fucked you senseless, and you loved it. But I think it’s about time I worshipped you the way you deserve.”
His mouth captured mine once more, and his fingers painstakingly slipped my shirt over my head, pulling it from me only long enough to remove my top. His fingertips grazed the soft mounds of my breasts, staying away from where my peaked nipples begged for attention.
As his fingers grazed the waistband of my pants, my entire body erupted in goosebumps. I felt his smile against my lips.
“God, you’re so fucking responsive.”
“And you’re a fucking tease,” I said, my impatience difficult to hide.
His fingers crept to the button of my pants, and I felt it release just before I heard the distinct sound of the zipper as he slid it down. My pants hung open at my hips, but he made no move to remove them; he just danced his fingers along the band of my cheeky briefs.
I arched my back, eager to find some relief for the ache that had settled low in my belly. Heat pooled in my core, and I was desperate for any contact. When he slipped one leg between mine, I pressed into him, and only igniting the fire between us further.
“Please, J.”
“Soon, baby.”
I whimpered in frustration, eliciting a chuckle from him.
“So greedy,” he said. “God, baby, I’ve got you.”
He slipped my pants below my hips and pressed me to sit on the bed just before dropping to his knees. Slipping my pants off, he placed the back of my knees on his shoulders.
“Remember the first time I was on my knees for you? You drove me crazy that day, and I’m just as crazy for you today.” His lips pressed short, light kisses up my inner thigh, his nose running along the seam of my panties, giving me barely enough pressure. “What happened to your panties then?”
“I lost them.”
“Say goodbye,” he said just before I heard the fabric rip. The cool air brushed against my flesh for a moment before being replaced by his hot breath. His tongue swept through my folds, circling my entrance before sliding up towards my clit and sucking it into his mouth.
“J—fuck.” God, his mouth drove me wild. He sucked, swirled, and adjusted his pace as my legs quivered on his shoulders. His eyes never wavered from mine. He dipped his tongue inside me and circled his thumb on my clit as I rode his face, bucking into him as I sought more.
The pressure built, and as I got close, he backed off, keeping me on the edge.
His tongue flattened against my clit. Two fingers sliding deep inside, slowly pumping.
The slow friction had me climbing fast, begging him for release.
When he found the place deep inside me, I expected him to bring me right to the edge once more, but when he quickened the pace, I pulsed around his fingers, my orgasm beginning low and deep, the pressure building fast and hard.
I screamed as I came, just as a flow of liquid released from me.
A pool of moisture darkened the comforter as I stared in amazement. “Did I—?”
“Squirt? That you did.”
“Did you, um, like it?” Should I be embarrassed? I couldn’t have stopped it even if I had tried.
“I fucking loved it. You?”
My answer whooshed out, “Yeah.”
He smiled and buried his head back between my legs, trying to get me to do it again. This time, when I came, we watched together in awe as fluid rushed out of me. “Fuck, baby. That’s one hell of a party trick.”
We laughed together, eyes meeting once more, just before the moment turned serious again.
“Inside me. Now.”
His pupils were blown wide with desire and the last bit of control he had snapped. He stood, hands flying to his belt as he rushed to undo it. His pants slipped down to the floor and he kicked them aside carelessly.
I reached out, palming the bulge in his boxers, feeling a patch of wetness where he had leaked cum.
When I went to slide his boxers down and leaned in to taste him, his steady hands pressed my shoulders back on the bed.
He slid my body back until he could cover me with his body and settle between my legs.
The length of him sliding against me, the lubrication from my arousal blending with that of my orgasms. I slipped my hand between us, guiding him into me.
He stilled, taking a few short breaths, but even while he was trying to slow us down, my body urged him forward until he lost control. His hips bucked with a frenzy, but his gaze was steady as he was unable to tear his eyes from mine.
God, I loved watching him like this. Taking and giving. As the pressure built low in my core, I could sense that he was struggling to hold back.
“Let go, J. I’m right there with you.”
He swore, his own release rushed through him, triggering mine. Fuck, watching my man fall apart inside me, over me, with me, was enough to make me fall even more deeply in love with him.
As we lay in bed still joined, I stared at him. “You’re my favorite person, Jonathan. So much more than a best friend.”
“You’re my favorite person, too.”