Chapter 6 #2
"Speaking of learning." She pulls her leg free with visible effort. "What's a power play?"
I spend the next hour watching her learn hockey terminology from Maddie.
I’m definitely not watching how Kennedy’s lips wrap around her straw or the way she gestures with her hands when she's excited.
Definitely not noticing how easily she fits at this table, how quickly the other girlfriends have adopted her, how natural it feels to reach across and brush her hair back when it falls in her face.
"Boarding?" she asks, leaning forward with interest.
"Checking someone from behind into the boards." I demonstrate with my hands. "Major penalty, especially if there's injury."
"Like what that Providence guy did to Ace?"
"Exactly. Which is why—"
"Which is why you had to fight him?" She's too clever by half. "Defending my brother's honor?"
"Someone has to." I catch her hand across the table, rubbing my thumb over her knuckles. "Speaking of honor... your place or mine for tonight?"
Her breath catches. Across the table, Sawyer and Maddie suddenly become very interested in their phones.
"For what exactly?"
I lean closer, pitching my voice low. "A lesson. The kind that requires privacy, Princess."
"I..." She swallows hard. "Your place. Eight o'clock?"
"Don't be late."
I feel Ace's eyes on us the rest of dinner.
He's sitting at the far end with the other senior players, but his attention keeps drifting our way.
Especially when Kennedy laughs at something I say, or when my hand finds its way to her neck, or when she steals food off my plate like she's been doing it forever.
It's too comfortable. Too easy. Too much like something real.
Eight o'clock comes too quickly and not quickly enough.
She shows up wearing the same sweater but with tiny shorts underneath that make me want to break every rule I've set. Her hair is down, falling in waves that beg for my hands.
"Nice room," she says, walking in. "So... what's tonight's lesson?"
I cross to her slowly, backing her against the bookshelf. "Depends. How much are you willing to learn?"
"I..." Her eyes drop to my mouth. "I'm a good student."
"Prove it." I brace one hand beside her head, caging her in. "Kiss me like you did at the coffee shop."
She doesn't hesitate. Her hands fist in my shirt as she pulls me down, mouth hot and demanding against mine. I let her control it for a moment, enjoying her eagerness, before taking over.
One hand finds her hair, angling her head how I want it. The other slides to her hip, pulling her flush against me. She gasps into my mouth and I take advantage, deepening the kiss until she's making those little sounds that drive me crazy.
"Good girl," I murmur against her lips, and she actually whimpers.
My hand slides lower, finding bare skin where her sweater has ridden up. She arches into the touch, and suddenly I'm very aware of how little she's wearing. How easy it would be to—
No.
With more control than I knew I had, I step back. We're both breathing hard, and the sight of her – lips swollen, pupils blown, skin flushed – nearly breaks my resolve.
"That's enough for tonight."
"What?" She blinks at me, dazed. "But we—"
"Trust me, Princess." I adjust my jeans pointedly. "Anymore and I won't be able to stop."
She steps forward with that rebellious expression. She reaches for my pants. "You want me."
Understanding floods her face, followed by something like triumph.
"You're not ready for what I want to do to you."
"I'm not some fragile—"
"Kennedy." I cut her off before she can rile me up again. "Go home. Get some sleep. We'll continue this another time."
"No," she demands, testing my limit.
She rubs my dick over my jeans, so I grab her hands. She reaches for my dick again, so now I force her against the wall and pin her arms above her head. Her breathing falters.
"What?" she provokes me with her bedroom eyes.
"The deal is we follow my lead."
She licks her lips, causing my dick to pulse. "I want more."
I snicker. "You like to play innocent like you’re a good girl but deep down inside, you are a horny little thing, aren’t you?"
She stares at me, and now I want to hear her admit it.
I keep one hand holding her two wrists above her head as my finger trails down her body.
I start at her lips, which she sucks into her mouth.
I watch carefully as the warmth travels straight to my dick.
And then I drag my finger down her chest, barely touching her.
I stop at the top of her shorts as she whimpers.
"You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?" I ask. "Do you want me to touch you? To feel how fucking wet your tight pussy is just for me?"
My words make her press her body against mine.
"I’ll take that as a yes, but it’s not happening–"
Her lips reach mine, sucking in my bottom lip.
Then her tongue travels into my mouth, exploring me with every ounce that she has.
I can’t fucking resist pressing my hard cock against her.
The pressure causes a deep moan to leave her mouth.
Now my open hand is squeezing her cheeks as I try to pull away.
"Kenny," I breathe.
She smiles, and it feels like she’s fucking with me, so I kiss her again, releasing her hands. Her fingers run through my hair as she pushes me until I’m against my bed.
She touches my dick and a low rumble leaves my throat, "Tell me you want this."
She glances down at the raging boner in my pants.
"I just want to lose my virginity. It doesn’t matter with who."
Her smirk reveals that she is messing with me.
Something like a growl leaves my throat. "Goddammit, Kenny." My dick is flaccid instantly, imagining her sleeping with someone else.
"What?" she jokes, reaching for my limp dick. "Did I hurt your feelings?" She pouts like this is a joke. She bites her bottom lip. "I’m just kidding. You don’t have to get so worked up."
"I told you the fucking deal."
She runs her hands on my chest. "And that’s the deal. You get to fuck me first."
I catch her hand. "You’re not allowed to run around and be slut after."
"A slut?" she questions, slightly offended by my choice of words.
"I’m not going to be done with you after one fuck."
"No?" she runs her hand down my body, and my dick is hardening quicker than I can breathe.
"Kenny, it’s time for you to go home."
She grabs my hand and places it on her shorts. I rub her pussy through her jeans as she moans. "Are you sure you want me to leave?"
She kisses my lips as I say, "Yes."
"Fine." She leaves reluctantly, but not before pressing one more devastating kiss to my mouth. The door closes behind her and I immediately head for the shower.
The coldest one I can stand.
Even then, I can't shake the feeling of her. The taste of her. The way she felt through those tiny shorts. I start pumping my dick with my hand. My mind is burning with every thought of her. I come on the shower ground.
Fuck.