18. Kennedy
CHAPTER 18
Kennedy
“And you think that nearly shoving his dick up that girl’s skirt on the dance floor looks like a great way to represent the team?” I could literally breathe fire at this point.
I woke up to headlines across every tabloid talking about Brett Henry’s sexual escapades from last night and I’ve been putting out fires all day dealing with his mess.
“He’s a star athlete, on top of the fact he’s good-looking. What do you expect out of him? He’s not the first athlete to act this way, and I promise you he’s not the last,” Jerry, the manager of the team, pipes back.
“Here’s the thing, Jerry, this is going to bite us in the ass someday. Do you not see how this could snowball into something bigger? Indecent exposure, possibly having a woman come forward saying negative things about him, fuck, I don’t know. Add in endorsements going down the drain for him and possibly the franchise if this gets beyond our control. Think of a shitty situation, then multiply it by ten, and that’s how out of hand this guy will get if we don’t nip this in the bud now,” I say, exasperated that I have to have this conversation in such detail.
If I, or any woman for that matter, did something like this while holding a position like Brett, we’d be persecuted. We’d be put out for society to throw every accusatory word our way. I get that this seems simple enough right now, but give it time, and Brett Henry will be in deep shit.
I’ve already heard talks of companies cracking down on players who are not putting their best foot forward when it comes to the media spotlight. They’re trying to endorse players who are not just performing well in the sport they’re in but also someone who people can look up to. This behavior of drunken nights and groping women on a dance floor does not bode well for him, nor does it reflect well on us as an organization.
“Listen, I’ll talk to him.” Jerry sounds exasperated by this conversation. Tough shit, he better start managing, or I’m taking the reins.
“You have a week to show me that Brett Henry can get his shit together. I do not want to wake up with another news story splashed across my desk before I’ve even had my morning coffee. This ends today.” I lean my head back and exhale the breath I feel like I have kept in for the entirety of this call.
“Yes, ma’am.” In typical Jerry fashion, the line goes dead. I swear it’s taking everything in me not to chuck this phone across the room.
“UGH,” I let out, staring at my phone while I try to calm myself down.
“Well, Skip, looks like your day needs to be redirected.” I hear River’s voice behind me, and I swivel my chair to face the door.
I see that easy smile across his face, and he makes his way into my office. I stand and walk a few paces before he swallows me in a hug. He kisses the top of my head, and I pull my gaze up to meet his.
“It’s good to see you,” I say as I breathe in his woodsy scent that instantly calms my nerves. I haven’t seen him in a week. Work has been shit, and each night I have been free, he’s been at the station.
“You’re working late again. I was down the street having a beer with Ashton, and after I got your text, I thought I’d swing by and see if you needed some company.” He pushes a piece of hair back behind my ear, looking deeply into my eyes, and it feels like all my frustrations fall to the wayside the moment he pulls me into his arms.
I’m so entrapped in everything River, I don’t notice he’s got a bag in one hand. The moment he holds it up into view, I see the logo of the restaurant, and I wiggle in excitement.
“I thought a little break and Costello’s Deli would do the trick.” He beams like he’s found a way to solve all my problems in one simple gesture. He might not be able to handle Brett Henry’s party animal ways, but he sure knows the way to my heart. Food and orgasms are always a win.
“Good to know,” he says with a chuckle.
“Shit, did I say that out loud?” I look at him, and I can feel my cheeks heat up.
“You did, and I’ve made a mental note for the future.” He sends a wink my way, and I feel it down to my core.
We make our way to the couch in my office, and I kick my shoes off and sit with the bag of food in my lap. Things with River feel comfortable, which is something I never thought possible. Had someone said a few months ago this would be my interaction with him, I would have laughed in their face. In no way had I predicted this would be the outcome of all those fights over the last decade.
“Tell me what that was all about,” he inquires. I still find myself surprised by this side of River. He shows me this sensitive part of him that I never had a window into before.
I groan, thinking about everything I’ve had to deal with today. “It’s been a bit hellish with the whole thing that came up with Brett this morning in the paper, but it’s looking up.” I smile as I take a bite of my sandwich.
The moment I feel the blast of flavor hit my taste buds, I moan, closing my eyes and relishing the taste. I skipped lunch due to the endless meetings today, and this feels like the best damn thing I’ve ever eaten.
As I continue to devour the sandwich, River tells me about his last few nights at the firehouse, going through stories about the newest addition to the team, the probie as they refer to him, who seems to be coming into his own. Watching him talk about the people at the firehouse really does depict a family versus a group of co-workers.
The sandwiches at this deli are gigantic, and I’m halfway done with this one. With each bite, I moan as the flavors just keep getting better.
“Fuck, Skipper, keep that up, and you’re only going to get one more bite of that.” River’s body is now so close to me that I feel his breath against the side of my face. Despite my hunger, I feel that tightening in my belly, and my panties are on their way to soaking.
“Maybe that’s my plan,” I say with a mouthful of food, and I know there’s nothing sexy about my response.
“You know it’s a choking hazard to speak with your mouth full, right? I would hate to have to do CPR on you,” he says as he slowly drops kisses down my neck, making my skin break out in goosebumps.
It doesn’t take long for my sandwich to be forgotten, and he’s pulling me down to the floor, consuming me in a kiss that takes my breath away.
“You know,” kiss, “I should,” kiss, “probably let you,” kiss, “finish your,” kiss, “meal.”
Each connection feels like a burn mark on my skin. I begin clawing at his clothes, successfully lifting his shirt over his head, then making quick work of the buckle of his belt. I push his pants down, letting his boxers slide along with them.
Soon, he’s naked in front of me, his erection greeting me at eye level.
He gives himself a few strokes. “You know, Kennedy, I didn’t bring dinner over and a show. You better get undressed because dessert is already on its way.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I start to unbutton my blouse, and then I fiddle with my skirt, pulling the zipper down. Finally, I’m standing in just my lace panty and bra set. Red was the choice of the day today, along with my thigh-high nylons. The moment I start to mess with the buckle of my heel, River protests.
“Absolutely the fuck not, Skipper. Those stay on. Actually, everything stays on below your underwear.”
“Demanding tonight, are we?” I tease.
“Oh, you have no idea. I’ve been deprived of you for too long, and I need this release.” He’s still stroking himself, and it’s mesmerizing.
I make quick work of my bra and panties, tossing them aside, ready to feel him inside me.
River nearly topples me when he pounces forward, pushing me toward the office window. My office has a view of the baseball field. Luckily, no one can see into these offices, but the uptick of my pulse is instant thinking of how dirty this is.
“You ready to scream my name so that everyone knows whose dick you’re riding?” he says into my ear, only making me wetter the more I imagine it.
A hushed “Yes” comes out of my mouth, then I feel him move his dick through my folds. Every touch is enough to drive me wild.
“Fuck. Hold on.” River pulls away slightly, moving toward his pants. He pulls out a condom like he won the lottery and rips it open. The moment he sheathes himself, he’s back to pinning me against the window.
“Good thing you came prepared.” I smile right before he kisses me again.
“Always,” he says right before he lines himself up to me and thrusts in to the hilt.
The moment I feel full with him, I let out a loud moan, entranced by this man that once only got on my nerves. I’m the last one left in the office, so I’m not concerned anyone will hear me.
He begins a punishing pace, and I swear I’m already on the brink of seeing stars. His dick is hitting me in that one spot that makes me wild, and I’m about to jump off that cliff, my climax hitting me faster than I expected.
“That’s it, Skipper, let go. Fucking come for me, Kennedy.” He’s moving fast, like he’s in as much of a rush to orgasm as I am. His movements are confirmation he missed this as much as I did.
The moment I feel my vision return, he’s back to that fast pace, this time seeking his own release. He’s pushing me harder against the window, and I know he’s close.
He buries his face in my neck, his pumps becoming erratic. As much as I know River wants to drag this out, we’ve been deprived of one another for too long. It’s like our bodies crave one another, and for each day we’ve been apart, we make up for it two-fold when we’re together.
It doesn’t take long before he’s yelling, “Shit, I’m coming.” He comes with so much force that I feel another orgasm consume my body as I fall off that cliff with him.
It feels like we’ve just finished running a marathon. The moment he stills, it’s like every part of me is sensitive. His breath on my neck begins to tickle, and I can’t help the giggle that escapes. He takes a little nibble of my earlobe and pulls away, his smile serene.
We move about the room, running over to my en-suite bathroom and cleaning ourselves up. I’m putting my clothes back on, slowly bending over to retrieve my underwear. I look over my shoulder and see River’s eyes on me.
The fact that I still hold his attention after seeing me naked at least a dozen times makes me bold. I do a little shake of my ass, and he seems mesmerized.
“How about you finish your dinner, and I take you home?” he asks as he slaps my ass.
I simply nod my head, realizing that in just a short amount of time of seeing River in this new light, I like his use of home instead of saying my home. Something about that brings a flutter to my heart, and I’m opening my eyes to the fact this guy is climbing over those walls I’ve built, and I’m not sure I’m mad about it. Honestly, I may not be strong enough to keep this from becoming deeper.