Chapter 59 Kennedy
kennedy
Awarm hand wraps around my body as I lie in bed, making me hum as I burrow deeper into the wall of muscle behind me. Waking up curled into him has become my new favorite thing. Being woken up with his hard dick pressed against me? Even better.
Normally, the sun creeps in at this time of day to wake me up, but the curtains might as well be super-glued shut after we got the photo of us dancing in here.
A shiver runs up my spine thinking about what else might have been photographed without us knowing.
I certainly do not need nude photos of me leaked on the internet.
As a female in my profession, things are difficult enough.
A chill runs through me that we still haven’t figured out what the hell is going on, and Jordan’s security people are coming up empty trying to find a lead.
I cannot for the life of me figure out who the hell would be doing this. After Chadd was extra bitchy to me on the last flight, I still feel like that weasel is somehow to blame. Jordan had Ray do a background check and some digging on him—came back clean. Not even a parking ticket. Bastard.
He had a bug up his butt while we were in Canada, but I don’t know what that was all about.
And I don’t care enough to ask. We won. Our flight was smooth.
What more could he want? Maybe he is secretly betting against the Riders?
Whatever the reason, he doesn’t need to be fucking rude during every minute of the flight.
He even mouthed off to Theresa, telling her to stick to drinks when she popped in after the score posted online, asking if we’d heard the team won.
I have never seen her so pissed, her face turning the same color as the in-cabin fire extinguisher.
To be honest, I’m surprised Chadd is still alive after that.
Shame. I would’ve helped her take him out.
I take in a deep breath and slowly let it out, sinking into the body behind me.
I’m not going to worry about any of that right now.
Today is game seven, and I’m so damn proud of this man hugging me so tight.
I fight back the mist in my eyes. This team, this town, really deserves it.
I’m so glad this game is at home. I can be there, fully present, and not have to worry about where the team is flying next.
No flight plans, no bitchy Chadd, and I can drown my nerves with Ginny in the suite.
Just me, the WAGs, and twenty thousand people screaming for our team.
Whatever the outcome, though, I’m going to be there for him.
If he’s celebrating, I’ll help him fill the Cup with blueberry pancakes from Millie’s.
If they lose, I’ll hold him in my arms until he cries himself to sleep.
Either way, we’ll be together. And that’s all that matters.
He stirs behind me as I absentmindedly rub my thumb on his arm.
“Morning,” he says, his voice still groggy. “What time is it?”
“A little before seven. What time do you need to leave?”
He tucks his face into my back, placing a gentle kiss along my spine. “Eight.”
“You ready for today? I was just about to get up and get out of your hair. I know you have your game day routine, and I don’t want to get in your way.”
“Kenni…no,” he whines as he squeezes me so damn tight, I never want to leave.
“You’re never in my way. I want you here.
Plus, you know my routine, and it doesn’t start until after I head out for morning skate.
I come home and take my nap. Then I make my Genovian pear and cheese snack and do the dance routine to Go for It from the greatest episode of Saved by the Bell of all time, where the girls make a music video, and Jessie gets addicted to the caffeine pills because she’s under so much pressure and was so scared.
And, for some reason, Zack comforts her by telling her she’ll get through this.
It helps me get in the right state of mind before a game.
And it’s a good reminder that drugs are not the answer. ”
I roll over in bed, facing him with a smile.
“You’re so damn cute, you know that? You have the craziest pre-game routine, but I love every bit of it.
And that is the greatest episode of that show.
You know, now that I think about it, you were a lot like Jessie around the satanic Care Bear.
You were so…scared.” I giggle as he pinches my arm, quickly kissing it better. “You’re such a big baby.”
“Oh…so you’re calling me baby now?”
I shake my head. “I called you a baby…that’s very different.”
He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. “Is it now?”
My heart races with an idea, something I’ve wanted to do to him for so long. “Very, very different,” I whisper. “In fact, would you like to prove that you’re not a big scaredy-cat baby?”
“Well, I’m not, so tell me what I have to do to prove it. Unless it involves a talking bear, then I’m one-hundo percent out.”
“Same,” I snort as my gaze locks in with his, neither of us daring to blink. “Do you trust me?”
“Always.”
Warmth spreads through my chest knowing he trusts me enough to do literally anything to him. “What’s your safe word?”
He shakes his head, his lips tight. “Kenni…I’m never using that again.”
“JJ, listen, you didn’t scare me away last time, and you won’t scare me away if you use it again. You’re always able to use your safe word anytime. I hope you know that.”
“I know.” He nods as the words sink in. “Wait a sec…do you have a safe word?”
I scoff. “I do—tonic water. You have something planned I’m not aware of? You’re as green flag as they come, pretty-boy.”
He lets out a loud sigh. “Fine. You’re right. And you know what? That’s a badge I will wear proudly.” He pulls me in for a kiss, moving his hips into me, and holy lord, he’s rock hard. Heat courses through me, my core slick with want. The things I want to do with this man.
“Okay, pretty-boy. Lie back.”
He does as I ask while I reach into the nightstand to get something I’ve been dying to use.
“Kenni…holy fucking hockey stick. Is that your scarf? And…are those…ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod,” he rumbles, his eyes wide and his interest piqued.
I smirk, loving the control I have over him. “Yes. This is my scarf. I’m going to cover your eyes with it. And yes, these are leather handcuffs I’m going to use to tie your hands to the bed.”
“Fuuuck.”
“You need to use your safe word?”
“Do you see the raging hard on I have right now? My safe word can go fuck itself.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” I whisper in his ear as I tie the scarf over his eyes. Then one by one, wrap the cuffs around his wrists before securing them to the hidden hooks on the sides of my bed.
“Is this where you put a ball gag in my mouth?” he teases.
My brows practically hit the ceiling. “Would you be into that?”
He shrugs. “I mean…you never know ’till you try, right?”
God, I love this man.
“I love the enthusiasm for trying new things, but your mouth is the one thing I need from you right now. I’m going to straddle your face, and you’re going to make me come. Understood?”
He groans low, his muscles flexing under his skin. “Fuck yes. But, you know I’ll eat you out morning, noon, and night. You don’t have to blindfold me.”
“Oh, I know, but how am I supposed to use this giant flog if you can see me?”
“What?!” he shouts, nearly jumping off the bed.
My shoulders shake. “I’m just kidding. Although…I do have a soft, little flogger we may try later. But let’s just take baby steps.”
“You are a sneaky little thing, you know that? Now, sit on my face. I wanna taste you.”
I straddle him, holding onto the headboard, letting my pussy touch his lips.
His tongue slides across my wet core like he’s done this a million times.
I love being eaten out, but this angle, the power to move myself without the constraints of lying in bed, is fucking unbelievable.
Being able to ride his tongue, my hips circling as if I were riding his cock is so empowering.
I’m already on the edge. The angle makes my clit pulse in anticipation as my heart races in agreement.
The thought that I’m the only thing he can breathe, the only thing he can taste?
Fuck, just thinking about being his everything has me nearly coming undone despite him barely touching me.
And fuck if he isn’t my everything too.
“You’re doing so good, pretty-boy. Licking my cunt like that? Letting me ride this pretty face?” His moan rumbles through me like a vibrator right on my clit. Fuck, this is going to be over before I’ve even gotten started.
I reluctantly pull away, but just for a moment, while I reposition myself so I can give him some pleasure too.
“This is so goddamn hot. Why is this so hot?”
I steady myself, my heart nearly pounding out of my chest, realizing why this feels the way it does.
“Remember when I said sex can be just a release, but when there’s an emotional connection, it’s so much more?
That’s why it’s so hot, JJ. This connection we have, the trust we have with one another, it makes everything better. ”
“So you’re wise and sexy? God, do I know how to pick ’em.”
“Yes, you do, pretty-boy. Now, finish me off while I suck the cum out of your cock.”
His hips buck. “Holy shit. You’re not gonna have to suck that long.”
And I don’t. The feeling of having him in my mouth, while he has me in his, is beyond euphoric. My core and my heart are both on fire knowing that this is real. That it’s special. And dare I even think that it could be forever?
It only takes a few moments before we both find our release.
He thrusts into my mouth, each pulse a wave of pleasure as I swallow him down and shake uncontrollably above him.
This connection we have—the physical attraction, the emotional resonance—my heart thrums, never having dreamed anything could be like this. And now I never want to let it go.
Once we’ve both recovered, I remove the scarf and cuffs and lie curled next to him, sharing a quiet moment as if the rest of the world doesn’t exist.
“Baby, I love you so much. I thought I was in love with you the first day I saw you, but that was nothing compared to how I feel about you now. You’re the queen of my fucking world, and I will worship the ground you walk on every day of my life.
” He pulls me in for a kiss, our lips colliding once more.
“Also, I’m officially petitioning the league to change my number to sixty-nine, because that was fucking awesome. ”
“You’ll always be sixty-nine to me, pretty-boy. Now, go shower. You have a game to win tonight.”
After he heads off to practice, I stumble into the kitchen to grab something to eat.
I’m starting to wonder if the smile on my face was drawn on with a permanent marker since I can’t seem to wipe it off.
I really hope our morning adventures don’t mess up his routine…
cause it sure as hell was a nice addition to mine.
As I open the fridge, my stomach begins to churn.
Ugh. Why does it smell awful in here? Is it the pizza from the other night?
It’s not that old; how can it be bad already?
I’ve never smelled something as awful as this, and my stomach curls in a way that lets me know it doesn’t like it either.
“Shit!” I groan, racing to the sink and throwing up.
Dammit. I turn on the faucet to wash away the reminder of what just happened and splash cold water on my face.
God, that hit fast. Bile threatens to rise again, remembering I threw up on the plane mid-flight the other night.
Thankfully, I was already in the bathroom, so Chadd didn’t see. Or anyone else, for that matter.
My chest tightens. My breaths shortens. Fuck. I’ve been avoiding this. My knuckles go white at the edge of the sink. It has to be some sort of stomach bug. Right? I’m not…wait…am I? I quickly open my tracking app and see the message, three days late.
That’s nothing. I’ve been a few days late before. This is just a bug. Also, there’s no way in hell I can let Maggie be right about this. She’ll never let me live it down. But I did promise her I’d buy a test just in case. And I did—just to rule it out—but I never said I’d take it.
Fuck. I guess it’s time.
I dig in the bathroom cabinet for the box carefully hidden behind my tampons.
Because who would ever look back there? Although Jordan doesn’t really seem scared of any of that stuff.
If I needed them, he’d probably be calling me over the speaker phone in the store, asking if he should buy regular or super flow.
Reluctantly, I pull the test from the box and empty my bladder on the tiny stick.
I set it on the counter, picking at my cuticles. Five minutes. Five fucking minutes. I walk around the apartment and back. Surely, it’s done marinating.
“It’s only been thirty seconds?! Shit.” I groan watching the timer move slower than a sloth.
However, my heart races like my jet is headed down the runway for takeoff. I can’t take this. I’ve got to get out of here for a few minutes.
“Coffee…I need coffee,” I mumble.
I throw my shoes on and head to the shop across the street to get a nice, freshly brewed vanilla latte with almond milk.
Since we fooled around this morning, Jordan was a little rushed, and I told him not to worry about making my latte.
Coffee makes everything better and solves all of your problems, right?
I mean, not that this is a problem, problem.
I’ve always wanted kids. It’s just…we haven’t been together that long.
Does he even want kids? A pit forms in my stomach.
Probably should have asked him that before I tied him up and sat on his face.
Well…coffee is for sure going to solve this problem. I’m going to come back after five minutes, and it’s going to be negative. One thousand percent negative.