Chapter 30
Sunlight streams through my bedroom window, painting Kennedy's bare skin gold. She's sprawled across my chest, her hair a mess, my promise ring catching the light as she stares at it.
"Good morning," she murmurs, pressing a kiss to my collarbone.
"Morning, Princess." My voice is rough from sleep. "Sleep okay?"
"Mmm." Her mouth moves lower. "Someone kept me up pretty late."
"Complaints?"
Her answering kiss sets my blood on fire. Slow and deep, making me growl as I flip us so she's under me.
"None at all," she gasps as my mouth finds her neck. "Though we should probably get up."
"Should we?" My hands slide lower, remembering all the spots that made her cry out last night. "Got somewhere to be?"
"Breakfast... oh god..." Her words break off as my fingers find their target. "Knox..."
"Yes?" I trace patterns that make her arch. "Something wrong, Miss Walters?"
"You..." She pulls me up for a devastating kiss. "Are very bad for my schedule."
I press her clit, rubbing circles as her breathing deepens. "Is this okay, Miss Walters?"
"Yeah," she breathes.
I whisper in her ear. "What if I want to fuck you right now?"
She smiles, closing her eyes. "I think that’ll do."
I grab her legs and throw them to my shoulders. I rub the tip of my dick against her. I slowly push myself into her.
"Fuck, you feel so fucking good." I kiss her ankles as I pump into her. Her back arches, her eyes are closed, and moans escape her throat.
I reach down and grab her nipple. Then I swing her legs to the side. Somehow her pussy grips my dick tighter, and now I’m ready to come.
I can’t fucking help it. I’m two minutes in and coming all over her stomach. "Fuck, I’m sorry."
As I pull out, she says, "Sorry?"
I chuckle. "My two-minute trick." I run my hand through my hair and glance at her ass. Next time, I’m bending her over and staring at that masterpiece while I fuck her from behind.
"It felt so fucking good."
I grab her legs and put my face between them. She closes them immediately. "It’s okay."
"What?" I ask.
She nods, sitting up. I wipe my cum off her.
She smiles. "I want to eat breakfast."
The cafe is packed when we finally arrive, but I can't stop touching her. I place my hand on her lower back as we wait for a table, I brush her hair back when it falls in her eyes, and I steal kisses between sips of coffee.
"So, it’s official," Sawyer announces, appearing with Maddie and Sydney. "Like, really official if you’re out in daylight."
Kennedy just smiles, leaning into me. "Yes, it is."
Sawyer grins, glancing between us. "Though I have to say, I think you’ve found your happy medium, girl. You’re glowing."
"I have no idea what you mean." Kennedy primly sips her coffee, but her foot hooks around my ankle under the table. Maddie and Sydney leave to get in line. Kennedy watches as they walk away. "I’m just kidding. I’m no longer a virgin."
I nearly choke on my eggs.
Sawyer makes eyes at me and then they dart back to Kennedy. "Really?"
Kennedy waggles her eyebrows.
Sawyer laughs. "Welcome to the club! We should celebrate."
Kennedy leans on me. "I’ve been celebrating it a lot."
"Jesus Christ, Kenny. That’s–"
Kennedy throws her head back and laughs. "I’m just kidding. I’m just kidding."
It takes an immense amount of self-control to not kiss her right now.
Because there's nothing proper about what we did this morning. Nothing proper about how she looks in my button-down shirt, or how she keeps giving me these looks that make me want to drag her back to bed. She is glowing, and I love the effect I have on her.
"Sawyer," Maddie calls out. "What do you want?"
"I’m starving. See you two lovebirds later." She glares at me. "I hope this means less sneaking in our dorm room."
I lift my coffee to her and cheers. She walks away.
Kennedy and I can barely make it through brunch. Every touch feels electric, every look loaded. When Kennedy "accidentally" drops her fork and has to lean down to get it, her hand brushing my thigh, I nearly drag her out of there.
"Behave," she whispers, but her eyes dance with mischief.
I kiss below her ear. "Not when you look like this."
"Like what?"
"Mine."
The word makes her shiver. Because she is mine now – completely, finally. I’m just as much hers.
After brunch, we walk through the campus, unable to stop touching. Her hand in mine, her body pressed to my side, stolen kisses against trees that make passing students smile.
"We should do something productive," she says, but makes no move to leave my arms.
"This is productive." I nip her neck. "Building our relationship. Very important."
She laughs, the sound pure joy. "Is that what we're calling it?"
"Mmhmm." My hands slide under her (my) shirt. "Very serious relationship building."
"Knox!" But she arches into my touch. "We're in public."
"Don't care." I kiss her properly, loving how she melts against me. "Want everyone to see how much I love you."
"Even the campaign photographers?"
"Especially them." I press our foreheads together. "Let them see the senator's daughter thoroughly loved."
Her breath catches. "You're so bad."
"You love it."
"I do." She kisses me softly. "Love you. All of you."
The words still hit like lightning. Still make my heart race and my blood burn and my hands itch to touch her.
"Show me," I whisper against her lips.
"Here?" Her laugh is breathless. "In the middle of the campus?"
"Anywhere. Everywhere." I pull her closer. "Want you all the time."
"Mr. Thompson." But her voice shakes as my hands wander. "Such scandalous behavior."
"You haven't seen scandalous yet, Princess."
We end up at the beach house, unable to wait any longer. Make love in the pool where this all started, then again on the couch, then in her childhood bedroom until we're both breathless and aching.
"We should eat something," she murmurs against my chest later.
"Mmm." I trace the marks I've left on her neck. "Got other ideas for keeping up our energy."
"Insatiable." But she straddles me anyway, making me groan. "What am I going to do with you?"
"Whatever you want." I sit up to kiss her. "Forever."
Her smile could light cities. "Promise?"
"Promise." I touch the ring on her finger. "You're stuck with me now, Princess."
"Good." She rolls her hips, making me curse. "Because I have plans for you."
"Yeah?" My hands grip her waist. "What kind of plans?"
Her smile turns wicked. "Sawyer's gone all weekend..."
The invitation in her voice makes my blood burn.
"Is that so?" I flip us so she's under me. "And what exactly are you suggesting, Miss Walters?"
"That maybe..." She arches as I kiss down her body. "Maybe Mr. Thompson could help me with some... extracurricular activities?"
I groan into her skin. "You're going to kill me."
"What a way to go though."
I silence her with a kiss that promises everything.
Because this is us now - playful and passionate and completely in love. No more pretending. No more holding back. Just us, building something real.
My phone buzzes – probably Ace wondering where we are. Or Coach with practice schedules. Or the world trying to interrupt.
But nothing matters except Kennedy in my arms, smiling up at me like I'm everything she's ever wanted.
Because I am.
Just like she's everything I never knew I needed.
"Take me home," she whispers against my mouth. "Also get me some food before I get hangry."
I chuckle. "Let’s get out of here."