5. River
CHAPTER 5
River
I take my time moving around my room. Everyone says grooms get the luxury of relaxing all day before they get married, but Ashton didn’t get the memo. He was a bundle of nerves all day as if Samara wouldn’t show up at the ceremony.
I can hear movement next door as Kennedy readies herself for bed. I can’t help the jolt my dick gives at that thought. Why does that excite me?
I never told Kennedy I was next door to her. I let a smile creep up at the thought of her irritation when she realized my proximity. Then my mind goes to the fact that I think I spotted a little jealousy hit her this evening when I got that key card. I have no intention of hooking up with Sadie even though she gave me the key to her room, but we had a good time dancing together.
Picking up my clothes piece by piece, I’m reminded of the aftermath of the chaos that ensued when I was last in here. Luckily, Clay decided to get his own room, giving me the freedom of a quiet night’s sleep. My brother sleeps like the dead and snores as if he’s in competition with a train.
I had to share a room with my twin my entire life growing up. As expensive as living in Boston can be, I jumped at the chance to find a place all to myself. Clay didn’t mind because shortly after getting our jobs at the station, he decided to fully commit to Abby and get married.
He’s now in a one-bedroom in the same building as me, with Abby moving back in with her parents in California for the time being. The entire thing has been a messy divorce. I think the ugliness lies in the emotion still left on the table and not the material split of assets. There’s still a lot of love between them, but I think the pain of their past is masking the love from being seen clearly.
Once I get my space cleared up, I start to undress, ready to take a quick shower and get to bed. Pulling my shirt off, I run my hands through my hair, and I can’t ignore the one face that keeps entering my thoughts.
Kennedy and I have never seen eye to eye. Despite years of us intermingling, we’ve simply rubbed each other wrong. Somewhere along the way, though, my thoughts have veered, and now I can’t shake this feeling that I want more with her. Being close to her tonight only intensified those emotions, and I can’t shake it.
Now that I’m older and creeping closer to the age my father was when he passed, thoughts are clouding my mind about how alone I really am in my day-to-day.
I pull myself out of my thoughts once I’ve stripped down to my boxers. Grabbing the toiletries bag I packed, I open the shower to turn on the water, and that’s when I hear it. A loud thud on the other side of the wall sounds. The rescuer in me kicks in, and I throw my bag onto the bathroom counter and run toward the adjoining doors that connect our rooms.
I put my ear to the wall in hopes it’s thin enough that I would hear if she’s calling out for help. I don’t hear anything, but decide to open my adjoining door to attempt to hear a little clearer.
The moment I swing my door open, I realize her door is slightly ajar on her side. I move slowly, fearing I’ll scare her if she’s directly on the other side.
I quickly call out, “Kennedy, you okay?”
I hear the water running but not much else. Shit. Maybe she slipped and hit her head. I take a step into the room and see she had started to unpack but must have given up and gone straight for a shower.
The moment I step in a little further and make my way over to her bathroom to see if she’s injured, I hear the worst singing voice to ever touch my ears. The lyrics to “I Will Survive” are being belted at the highest volume imaginable and my ears may never recover. Thank goodness Kennedy’s dream wasn’t to be on stage because she fucking sucks.
I try to control my laugh and cover my mouth to ensure I can retreat into my room unnoticed. I’m almost back to our adjoining doors when something on her bed catches my eye. Holy shit. She brought a little friend with her.
I walk toward her mattress, the water still running in the bathroom, along with the shit vocals now filling the entire hotel room. I stare at the purple silicone dildo and am frozen in place. It’s gigantic, and now I’m starting to wonder if that comment in the elevator was more a window into the fact that no man has found her G-spot.
It’s got girth, along with some ribbing for her pleasure, and this rabbit-looking portion that I assume exists to rub her clit. A sneaky smile takes over my face. Here I was, trying to figure out how I’d have a little fun this weekend, and this just fell in my lap.
Of course, staring at it isn’t enough, so like the fucking moron I can be, I pick it up and click it on. Soon enough, the entire thing is gyrating in my hands, and I’m trying to swallow a laugh at how comical this is. Oh, the fucking fun I could have with this, as I know Kennedy will be desperately looking for it later and come up empty.
I must be too focused on the contraption in my hand because I don’t even hear the water turn off, nor do I notice the horrible singing has ended. Once I figure out something is different in my surroundings, I turn around to find a soaking wet Kennedy with a small towel wrapped around her body and what I can only describe as pure hatred etched across her face.
“What the fuck, River? You breaking and entering now, you perve?” She moves forward, ready to take me down, when I throw my hand forward, waving the vibrator that I now turned off, in her face.
“Ah, ah, ah, Skipper. I was just knocking to see if you were okay,” I tilt my chin toward the adjoining door, “after hearing a thump in your room. I walked in and saw this fun little contraption all alone on the bed. I just had to check it out and see what keeps you company.” I see her eyes volleying between my face and the dildo. I can’t help the fun this is causing me, as she seems like she’s about to blow. I think her eyes are turning greener like the Hulk.
“Get. The Fuck. OUT.” Her volume escalates, and she stomps her foot. Actually stomps it like a toddler not getting her way. It’s cute if it weren’t from a woman who’s barely covered with that hotel towel. I lick my bottom lip as my gaze sweeps her body, taking in the sight of her.
I push on, moving toward her, causing her to move backward until her back is up against the wall. May as well take our banter to another level, hopefully erasing this damn line we drew years ago. Also, I’m curious how far she’ll let me go with my little plan.
I bring my lips near her ear, looking down to where she’s holding her towel, her knuckles white while keeping herself covered up. The moment I begin to move my lips to speak, I can see her take a quick breath in.
“You know, Kennedy, it’s too bad we aren’t on better terms. I wouldn’t mind showing you that your silicone pal isn’t the best at his job.”
Then I switch the device on, the vibration the only sound between us, aside from our heavy breathing. I see the goosebumps pop along her skin, and that just spurs me on. I move the dildo up her arm and along her collarbone, down her chest, circling each nipple, hoping that beneath that towel, they’re pebbling into hard points. I keep the device moving down until it’s right above the juncture of her legs.
“I mean, can this tell you how wet you are for it? Can it tell you how good you taste?” I see her react to my words with the rise and fall of her chest, noticing the quick pulse through the skin along her neck.
I move the silicone mold closer to her body, and I see the slight movement of her legs parting, hoping to feel the friction of the dildo to relieve some tension. She fucking likes this.
I move my lips to the point of grazing her ear, the contact only pushing me further into this little game.
“Looks like you need a little release, Skipper. Is that right?” I move my gaze so that we are looking right at one another. I can see the speckles of yellow splashed throughout her green eyes.
I can see her having her own mental battle. She looks pissed that she’s liking this as much as I am, and I bet that is infuriating her even more.
“That vibrator has been more successful in making me come than any real dick.” She might be in shock that we’re in this compromised position, but her voice is steady as she speaks to me.
She continues, “You wouldn’t dare prove me right by making me come with my vibrator instead of your cock.” The way she says cock is making my dick strain against the fabric of my boxers. I have never felt this kind of pull toward Kennedy before. Of all the years we’ve played this little game of hatred, we have never crossed this line.
“Oh, to see you fuck this dick only to make you wish it were me? Yes, I would do that. Because I know all you’ll think about is wanting me more than this moving inside you.”
I smile, but before I can process what’s happening, Kennedy drops the towel, and it’s like the whole thing happens in slow motion. Kennedy Sparen is fucking naked in front of me, and I think I’m short-circuiting. She’s perfect. That milky skin and those perfect breasts, her nipples peaked, my gaze trailing down her skin that looks like porcelain. The moment my eyes move back up to reach her face, I feel like I might pass out.
My mouth goes dry, and I can see she’s surprised by her own action with the towel, but as if a switch has gone off, she brings her chin up and has that confidence I’ve learned to expect in Kennedy.
“What are you, River? All talk?”
I give her a cocky smile, rest my forearm on the wall, bringing my face mere inches away from her, and finally find my voice. “You’re going to let me touch you with your trusted vibrator?”
She nods slightly and grabs her bottom lip with her teeth. The moment we cross this line, there’s no going back. Who am I kidding? We’ve already crossed a line, and nothing will ever be the same.
I hold her stare for an extra beat, then move the silicone dick toward the apex of her thighs. She spreads her legs a little wider, and I keep my eyes on hers. It’s like we are connected with this invisible tether, and we can’t snap out of it.
The moment the vibrator touches her, she lets out a soft moan, her eyes closing at the relief she seems to have at the contact. I veer my eyes downward to watch everything unfold in front of me.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” I can’t help the words that fall out of my mouth. I don’t know if it’s just been a while for me or if it’s the fact I’m doing this to Kennedy after years of squaring off with her. No matter what the reason, this is becoming my favorite side of her, and now I want to push a little further.
I move the vibrator through her folds, seeing the silicone glisten with her desire as I move it back out. Soon I’m slowly pushing it in and out, her eyes slits, desire swimming in her gaze.
I get into a rhythm, and she grabs my shoulders, closes her eyes again, and tips her head back, pushing her chest forward. It’s taking everything in me to keep from sucking one of her nipples into my mouth.
She’s so fucking wet, it’s nearly taking me over the edge watching her unravel like this. My dick is rock hard now, and I wish I could pull him out and give him a few strokes. But this is about Kennedy and seeing her come undone in a way I never imagined I would.
This might be the most beautiful thing I’ve witnessed, and I begin whispering into her ear.
“You like the way that feels?” She can’t form words and simply mumbles a “Mmmhmm” while I continue to move in and out of her with the vibrator.
“Now imagine me moving in and out of you. Imagine me hitting that spot no other man has hit inside you. Fucking hell, I’d make you scream my name and ride me until you came so hard, you’d forget your own fucking name.”
She moans and says, “Fuck you for making me wet with that thought, River.” There’s a side of her that’s pissed she’s liking this connection we’re sharing.
I keep going, my pace getting faster. She’s moaning louder with each stroke, and I feel like I’m getting high off her sounds.
Soon I can see her thighs shaking, and she lets go of one shoulder and grabs onto one of her breasts, pinching her nipple as she screams she’s coming. I’ve never been jealous of a hand, but I’m envious of hers right now, touching her body in ways I want to touch her. After this little interaction, I already know I will be addicted to seeing her come in whatever way I can get it.
The moment she jumps off that cliff with my name falling off her lips, I start slowing my pace, and a soft smile spreads across her face. She brings both her hands through her hair, the wet strands sticking to her forehead. She grabs the bottom of her lip with her teeth and gives a little chuckle, her eyes still closed.
I pull the silicone cock out and see her glistening sex all over it. When I bring my gaze back up to meet her, it’s as if reality has hit, and she’s looking at me panicked.
I’m about to say something, hoping to diffuse the situation, when she speaks. “Well, looks like dildo: one; River: zero.” A cocky smile now spreads across her face.
Game on, sweetheart. Game on.