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“That’s what you do to me.”
I kissed her mouth as I massaged her clit, taking my time. “And what do you think you do to me, princess?” She couldn’t answer—I didn’t take my lips off of hers long enough for her to speak. I slid two fingers inside of her with ease, thrusting them in and out and keeping my eyes open so I could see hers widen with pleasure. I fucked her with my fingers until she started to let out a few soft moans, tilting her head backwards on the bedspread. “Do you want to come on my hand?” I whispered.
“No,” she rasped. “Please.”
“Why, what do you want?”
“You know what I want.”
Oh, yes, I did. And I was preparing to give it to her, maneuvering my body to climb atop hers, but Kendall took complete control. Before my mind had time to process, I was under her, and she was lowering herself onto my cock. I didn’t have to give it to her—she was taking it. All of it. She let out a breathy moan as she started to grind, and I was too distracted by the sight of her bouncing up and down on me to remember we were supposed to be quiet. “Fuck,” I grunted, squeezing her perfect hips. “You ride me so well.”
Kendall folded herself in half on top of me so we could kiss. I held her ass in my hands to give her support as she gyrated on top of me. It felt incredible to relinquish control like this and let her do her thing. She was loving it—and I couldn’t think of anything in the world I’d rather be looking at.
Kendall cupped her own breasts in her hands and sighed, arching her body backwards and working herself up. She picked up the pace, leaning farther and farther backwards and propping herself up with her hands on my thighs. I slid my hand down her lower abdomen to touch her just above where our bodies met. Massaging her clit with two fingers, I smiled as I watched her eyes roll back in her head. I loved seeing her like this—the woman who had been so in control just moments ago was losing it completely now, each moan and sigh louder than the last.
And as her muscles tightened around my cock, she began to tremble, folding herself forward again. She pressed her face against my neck to muffle the sound of her moans as she came. With both hands, I grabbed her rear end again and finished what she started—lifting her up and down while grinding my hips against her body. Kendall was completely spent and out of breath, so I was content doing all the work until I finished inside of her.
Our sweaty bodies remained exactly how they were, and it was hard to tell where mine ended and Kendall’s began. I held her in my arms for a couple of minutes—God knows how long—as we both caught our breath. Some of her hair had come loose from her ponytail and clung to her sweaty forehead, so I brushed it away with my fingers, whispering, “You are the second-best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Kendall smiled, closing her eyes—she’d understood exactly what I meant.
While I could have held her like that all night, my mind couldn’t rest while Finley was alone on a couch in a strange house. I hurried to get myself dressed before asking Kendall for directions to her bathroom—more specifically, to the linen closet—so I could find a washcloth. I took special care to clean her up, and then I gathered up all of her clothes for her. Her underwear had a small tear at the waistband, which would explain the ripping sound from earlier. Whoops.
“Can you stay for a little while?” she asked, pulling her shirt back on.
“Stay?” It was well past Finley’s bedtime, and it was a school night. “I don’t know…”
“Maybe we could watch a movie out there with the volume turned down low. And I baked apple tarts, which—if you can believe it—actually taste fantastic, despite how they look.”
“Yeah. Yes, I’ll stay.”
And so my Halloween night ended with Kendall by my side on the loveseat adjacent to the couch where Finley slept, a plate of apple tart crumbs on the coffee table in front of us. While she tucked her feet beneath my legs to keep them warm, I absentmindedly stroked her ankle with my thumb as we watched A Quiet Place. Finley’s snores were louder than the movie, which made Kendall turn to me with an amused smile a couple of times.
That void in my heart was slowly beginning to fill.
chapter thirty-three
kendall
This wasn’t my first rodeo with forbidden relationships. Two years ago, I was Owen Gardner’s dirty little secret, and the novelty of illicit love eventually wore off—even faster when I realized it was all he’d ever want from me.
This time, I was the one whose job was on the line, and I was putting Mason in the same position Owen had with me, forcing him to keep us under wraps. But the most crucial difference in my relationship with Mason compared to that fling with Owen was that both of us would shout it from the rooftops if we could.
Still, there was some part of me that couldn’t help but wait for the other shoe to drop. There was this nagging voice in the back of my mind telling me this was all just temporary. He was going to tell me he was in love with his best friend or decide my quirks were too annoying—it was only a matter of time, wasn’t it?
With Mason, I decided to put all of my red flags on full display before he got too close. I’d let him see the annoying parts and decide for himself if this was truly worth it or not. “You might think my quirks are cute now, but you’re going to lose patience with me eventually.”
“I would never get upset with you over something you can’t control,” was Mason’s response.
I told him more about my family’s issues, even warning him that my mom and I averaged one major fight per year—usually around the holidays—which meant he should probably prepare himself for my impending tear-filled rants. “And don’t even get me started on my daddy issues.”
“Do you want to hear about mine?”
Mason countered every one of my red flag warnings with acceptance and understanding. The more I pushed him to find some fault in me, the harder he seemed to fall.
“If this becomes too much for you, I understand,” I told him in his car Friday night. We’d ordered coffee at the Riverside drive-thru and parked near the river downtown. He left Finley at home to play board games with his parents so we could go on our first official date, if you could call it that. “I feel like I’m asking for a lot from you.”
“Kendall,” Mason said, rolling his eyes with a laugh. “I wouldn’t be here if any of this were ‘too much’ for me. I’m not sure I’ve ever been this happy before.”
