Chapter Eight #2
After the handstand competition and Liam kiss, Miranda hops out of the pool and dries off. She gives Kennedy a look and says, “I’m gonna head out.” Liam hops out and leaves almost as soon as Miranda is through the gate, which is…suspicious. I’ll need to follow up on that later.
Because Miranda and I are actually friends, sometimes the guys forget we’re siblings.
For the most part I don’t really care what she does or who with, but I don’t like the idea of my sister being seen as an easy hook up.
I’ve heard and seen how some of the guys talk about their one night stands enough to know I would not want those conversations to be about Miranda or Kennedy. I know Liam wouldn’t, but still.
After Miranda and Liam leave, the energy starts to die down a little until Adrian suggests we play dare or drink.
“I haven’t played that game in forever,” Claire exclaims, “I need a little excitement.”
“I’m in,” Kennedy states. “Will?”
“Obviously.”
“Im in, too.” Logan says.
“Alright, you go first since it was your idea,” I say to Adrian.
“Okay,” he says, rubbing his hands together dramatically. “Claire, I dare you to take a body shot off Kennedy.”
Kennedy and Claire both get out of the pool.
Kennedy lays down right on the pavement next to the water.
“Too easy, Richards,” Claire says before grabbing a shooter from the cooler and placing it between Kennedy's tits.
She leans down, face in her boobs, and pulls the Fireball shooter out of her cleavage, tilts her head back, and downs the entire thing.
They both jump back in the water, wading toward us like it's a normal Saturday.
“My turn,” Claire says. Turning to Logan, “I dare you to take a body shot off Adrian.” She shoots a look at both of them, expecting them to deny.
Little does she know we’re all so comfortable with ourselves it just doesn’t shock us.
Three years of locker rooms and rooming together in hotels for away games will do that.
Logan takes the shot off Adrian like a fucking champ and then it's his turn. “Kennedy,” he says with a smirk, “I dare you to give Will a hickey.”
She looks at me, eyebrows raised, asking for my input.
Heat immediately rises to my cheeks and I’m hoping that she doesn’t notice.
For about half a second, I feel like I can’t form words, my breath caught in my throat and my tongue too big for my mouth, before I clear my throat.
“You don’t have to–” I start to say despite the fact that there is a strange feeling low in my belly and my dick is very interested in the idea of Kennedy giving me a hickey.
She hops out of the pool, looks over her shoulder to Adrian, “Where do I put it?”
“Anywhere you want,” he responds before I can even form words, once again rendered mute with the knowledge that she’s not choosing the shot. She’s not choosing to take the shot and I’m realizing that I’m excited at the idea of her sucking and kissing on me. Embarrassingly excited about it.
“Alright,” she says, head tilted to the side just a little like she's weighing her options. “Will, any opinion on the matter?”
My heart is pounding in my hands and I still seem to be unable to speak. I clear my throat before answering, swallowing with a gulp, “No, anywhere you want,” I manage to repeat.
She stands in front of me looking nervous, wringing her hands and shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “Kenny, it's just a stupid dare, you don’t have to do it,” I say, voice low, trying to keep it between us. “You can take a shot instead.”
“I know,” she says, nervously wiping her hands down the sides of her one piece, drawing my eyes down her body. I should not be looking at her body the way I am. I need to chill the fuck out. “Ready?” she says, sauntering over to me.
I lean back in a pool chair and spread my legs wide enough for her to step between them, but instead, she plops herself right down on my lap, straddling me.
She grips my chin and pushes my head back so my neck is exposed to her.
She leans in and whispers low in my ear so no one else can hear, voice just a little stressed and wobbly, “Is this okay?”
I grunt out a yes like a fucking neanderthal. I’m very okay with everything that’s happening right now.
She drapes one arm over my shoulder while the other is still on my jaw, holding me in place.
She leans forward, pressing herself into my chest, sending a pulse straight to my cock.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure it's below your collar.” She lets out a breath on my neck and then licks a line from my collar bone up to my ear, then back down.
She releases my jaw, sliding her fingers toward the back of my neck and into my hair.
Then, she starts sucking, teeth barely grazing. I can’t stop the groan that slips out of me and it takes every ounce of will power I have not to buck my hips upward. My eyes drift closed and I can hear myself nearly panting.
I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t getting me hard, extremely hard, but I dare any man to say they wouldn’t get hard if a nearly naked girl was straddling them while simultaneously sucking and licking up their neck.
My hands shoot to her hips, holding her to me.
She sucks harder, testing my self control, because I can’t stop myself from pulling her forward just a little, causing her to barely grind her hot center against me.
Kennedy pulls back, cheeks pink and lips wet, looking like the hottest vision I’ve ever had. She glances down at the spot she was just sucking, a small self satisfied grin on her lips. “Thank God,” she says, “it worked.”
She’s looking at me like she expects me to say something and I realize I’m still holding her waist in both my hands, keeping her firmly planted on my lap. Her face is flushed and going down her neck, eyes darting between mine.
“Sorry,” I mumble out, before dropping my grip on her.
That low place in my stomach clenches tight as she hops off me and jumps back into the pool.
I debate if I should hop back into the pool or wait it out on the chair.
She glances back at me, eyes dropping down to my lap where my hands are currently covering the boner she gave me that I know she felt, then flick back up to my face.
“My turn!” she says, turning around again to face the group, “I dare Logan to streak one lap around the pool.”
“Easy peasy, baby, I’m a shower and a grower.
” Logan hops out of the pool and pushes his swim trunks into a pile on the ground.
He does cover himself with both of his hands, saving us from an eyeful of his junk, and then runs a lap around the pool before jumping back in, completely naked.
Logan’’s streaking definitely took my boner away so I jump in.
I stay under the water for a few seconds trying to reel myself in.
I can not be into Kennedy. She would never jeopardize her friendship with Miranda, and I wouldn’t want to be responsible for ruining their friendship to begin with.
Not to mention I’d lose Kennedy as a friend too.
Something I don’t want to happen. When I surface, I’ve made up my mind that while yes, Kennedy is extremely hot, I’m not into Kennedy. I can’t be.
The game continues with more streaking and soon, all three of us guys are swimming naked in the pool while Calire and Kennedy are still in swim suits.
After another two rounds of more and more sexually aggressive dares, the game devolves when Kennedy dares Adrian to make out with Claire.
The two of them are still making out in the corner of the pool–Adrian’s trunks on the concrete a few feet away.
Kennedy, Logan, and I take that as our cue to leave before we witness something we wish we didn’t. Kennedy hops out first and tosses us our swim trunks to put on.
I put mine on under the water, aware of Kennedy’s eyes on me as she stands over the water with a towel wrapped around her and tucked under her arms.
The three of us leave Adrian and Claire, not bothering with goodbyes. Kennedy hugs Logan. He nods at me, “See you at practice tomorrow,” he says and then gets into his car.
Kennedy and I walk back to my apartment in reflective silence, the exact opposite of what I need right now.
Without conversation all I can think about is the way she felt straddling me, how good it felt to move her over my dick like that.
This has me thinking about what she would feel like under me, what she’d look like while I–
“Can I change in your apartment really quick? I don’t want to drive home in wet clothes,” she says at the foot of my building. I swallow, feeling like her being in my apartment right now is not a good idea for me and the boners I’ve been getting.
“Absolutely not,” I say sarcastically, before telling her earnestly, “You don’t need to ask, you know you can.”
She lets herself into my bedroom and closes the door. I wait for her in the living room, feeling oddly out of place in my own damn apartment. Knowing she’s in my room, probably naked right now, has me once again thinking about things I should not be thinking about.
I run a hand over my face, I need to get laid.
This is Kennedy. I don’t get boners over Kennedy.
At least, I don’t get boners over Kennedy very often and when I do, it's a shameful occurrence that I feel guilty about for days after.
Puberty was a trying time, especially with Kennedy practically living at my house.
She got boobs early and the puberty hormones noticed.
Kennedy walks out of my room and into the living room holding her teeny swimsuit in one hand. She walks to her stuff by the door and wraps her towel around her wet swim suit before putting it in her bag.
“Thanks for today, by the way. Today was big for me,” she says, slinging her bag over her shoulder.
“Yeah, of course, no problem. You know how Adrian is always looking for any reason to use the pool. Man should have been a swimmer instead of a hockey player.”
She nods her head and purses her lips, “I just mean, today was–” She cuts herself off with a deep breath, “We’re cool right?”
“About this?” I say, finger grazing the slightly tender spot below my throat. “It’s nothing. We were playing dare or drink. It’s nothing,” I say. “I promise, we’re good.”
“Good,” she says, flashing me a smile and readjusting her swim bag over her shoulder, eyeing where I know there’s a mark. “In that case, I owe you an essay writing session.” She turns toward my door, “Let me know when you want to cash it in.”
She smiles at me as she leaves my apartment, and I don’t know why, but something about it feels off. I have the instinct to reach out and tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
“Okay, I will,” I manage to say.