15. Kennedy
CHAPTER 15
Kennedy
Boston, we’ve got a problem.
Tonight, when I saw that woman dancing with River, even with a full understanding of what he was doing, I felt pure jealous rage come over me. I swear, I saw red. I wanted to be the one openly touching him and feeling his muscular body against mine.
I won’t lie, I was pissed, and I truly wanted to haul him into a corner and remind him who he woke up to between his legs a few mornings ago. I can’t ignore the pull we feel toward one another whenever we are in close proximity. The moment our eyes connected at the restaurant tonight, the heat that doused my skin was instantaneous for me. It felt like he was undressing me with his stare.
Of course, I had to act like he did nothing to me as I said my hellos at the table, but the moment I got near him, I felt my fucking pussy fluttering at the thought that she might get some attention tonight.
Now, as I stand outside waiting for an Uber, trying to get Jessa situated in Ashton’s car, I only hope I can jump into River’s truck and have my way with him. I’ve never been this way, and yet, here I am, needing a release like my life depends on it.
Jessa is squealing as we get her situated in the car, her body having a hard time staying seated upright. She keeps laughing and falling over in the backseat. I keep myself from rolling my eyes, but I can’t overlook the fact she is an absolute mess.
Before I close the passenger door, I hear River’s voice carry over.
“Here, for the ride home.” He runs over and hands a large disposable cup to Sam, who looks at him like he may have saved her life.
“You’re a lifesaver, River. Thank you.” She lays Jessa’s head on Samara’s lap. I think Jessa has gone from hysterically laughing to full-on passed out.
“You okay with her, Ash?” River asks, giving his best friend a look of pity, knowing he’s going to have to transport a belligerent Jessa into his home.
“Yeah, she’s going to sleep in the downstairs room tonight. I’ll make sure Sam and I get her water and some ibuprofen on the nightstand. She won’t be happy tomorrow,” he says as he rolls the windows up and says his goodbyes.
River and I are waving until we see the SUV turn right at the street ahead.
The moment we are alone without our friends surrounding us, I look over at River, and it’s like we can have an entire conversation with our eyes. The woman he allowed to grind all along his dick is long forgotten, and all we need is to get ourselves back to his place.
“My truck is out back,” he says, and even with the pain these shoes are giving me after dancing for too long in them, we book it out of there. I nearly trip in one of the cracks in the asphalt as we approach his car.
The moment we’re inside, River turns to me. “I’m not even going to touch you because if I do, I won’t stop.”
He turns the keys in the ignition, and I am relieved this club is only a ten-minute drive from his place.
We make it to the underground garage of his building in record time, and the moment he turns off the ignition, I can’t help myself.
I pounce on him, pulling his lips to mine. I’m hungry for his touch, his lips, all of him. My moving limbs connect with the horn, and a loud beep pulls us apart.
“Let’s get upstairs,” he pants, and I shake my head.
“No, I need you now, in here,” I say, my breaths coming in quickly as I move my hands to his belt and make quick work of unbuckling it.
He moves his seat further back to give us room, then slides his hands along my legs, up toward my hips. He lifts my dress so it’s bunched at my hips, giving me more room to straddle him in this confined space.
I release his cock from his pants, and the moment it springs free, I swear I moan in gratitude.
“You know I don’t have tinted windows up here, right?” he says.
I move my hands along his chest, and before I think through what I’m doing, I grab both sides of the button-down and rip it open.
The buttons go flying, and I yell, “I don’t fucking care, River. I need you inside me. Now!” I’m hungry for him, and I cannot wait, audience be damned.
“Fuck you’re hot when you’re horny,” River says, and he crashes his lips onto mine.
Each time we connect, it feels like my world aligns itself. All my troubles fall to the wayside, and all I see is him.
He moves his hands down my chest, squeezing my breasts through the fabric of my dress, then his hands trail further down until he reaches my panties. Without hesitation, he demolishes them with one pull. The sounds of our breaths and the cotton coming apart surround us, spurring us on further.
I move slightly to line myself up to him and slam myself down. The moment I feel him deep inside me, I moan, letting my chest move toward his face, and my head falls back.
River wastes no time and pushes my dress down, exposing my breasts. He takes one of my taut nipples into his mouth and uses his opposite hand to knead the other.
I feel like all my synapses are firing at the same time, this chemistry between us unreal.
I’m bouncing on him, feeling my release crash into me too soon.
The moment I fall off that ledge, River wastes no time, grabs my hips, and starts pumping into me, falling down his own cliff.
It doesn’t take him long to be yelling out my name, his eyes squeezed shut, as I milk him until he slows down.
My face is in the crook of his neck, my breathing hard against his skin, trying to calm my racing heart. Everything is sensitive, my nipples still exposed and rubbing against his chest.
I catch my breath and pull myself off of him. It isn’t until that very moment I feel his cum beginning to move down my inner thigh.
“Fuck, we didn’t use protection,” I say as River is still coming out of his euphoric state.
“Huh?” He’s still catching his breath, not quite on the same page as me yet.
“We didn’t use a condom. Shit,” I say, disappointed in myself. I have never been this reckless.
“Fuck, no wonder that felt so amazing. I’ve never gone without protection. I promise, I’m clean. I got tested when we started this between us,” he says, no concern laced in his tone.
“I’m clean too. I just got tested last year,” I say, hoping he doesn’t press me on how long ago last year.
“Okay, so we’re good?” he asks, but it’s like a lightbulb goes off. “Hold up, when last year did you get tested?” He pushes the hair off my face where the sweat kept it stuck to my skin.
“Um, like fifteen months ago?” I say, slightly embarrassed of my dry spell.
“Fuck, Kennedy. I didn’t realize I was your first after that prick you dated. What was his name? Dennis?”
“Not a big deal, okay? I swore off men for a bit,” I say as I climb off him. “We better, um, stick to condoms next time though.” I make sure he knows this is a one-time thing without a condom, although I can’t complain about how it felt just now.
“Yeah, of course. Also, that was fucking fantastic.” He sits there, cock out and now starting to soften, as he moves his hands down his face.
“Yeah, no complaints from me either.” I pull my dress down and move myself back to the passenger side. Not sure what I’ll do when his cum drips down as we go up the elevator.
“I might have a sweatshirt back here,” he says after pulling up his pants and zipping them up. The muscles along his chest and abdomen are just there for me to ogle, and I can’t help the sweep my eyes do in appreciation of his physique.
He finds a BFD hoodie and hands it to me. I throw it over my head, allowing it to swallow me up in size. It will give at least an extra inch or so over my ass compared to this skimpy dress.
“By the way, that dress was sinful, Kennedy. Although, next time a warning would be nice. I was walking around with a stiffie most of the night.” He pulls my lips to his one more time before pushing away and opening the door of the truck.
I sit there, looking out the door he just left through, unable to pull myself out of there. I can’t help whatever it is that’s starting to bubble inside me. It feels a lot like butterflies taking over my stomach.
River makes his way to my door and opens it for me. I’m expecting him to walk away, but he puts his hand out for me to take as I make my way out of the lifted cab.
He grabs my face and plants a soft kiss on my lips the moment I step out of the truck, and I do everything I can to keep my mind from taking off and overanalyzing the gesture for more than it is.
We make our way to the elevator and the moment we are inside, he presses me up against the wall.
“You’re insatiable, Skipper. You know that? I literally can’t get you out of my mind,” he whispers into the shell of my ear.
Fuck, my mind has taken off, and I find myself wondering what it all means. Something that began as just a fling is slowly starting to blur those lines, and I’m having a hard time keeping myself from moving across territory that is going to get me into trouble.
But that’s the thing with River—he’s been trouble from the start. However, I allowed this to happen, and I know I’m not strong enough to walk away just yet. I haven’t gotten my fill of him.
The moment the elevator doors open and he flashes me that dimpled smile, my heart does a little flip. Yep, I’m royally screwed.