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Finding out that Enzo was involved with the picture getting shared honestly left me with mixed emotions.
I mean, on one hand, I was super weirded out and disgusted since it was clear Enzo had tried to use the private moment as a means of fueling what the public already thought of me when it came to who I datedandas a way to skew people’s perception in his favor when it came to the truth about our breakup. But on the other hand, Iwas… grateful since it was the response to the picture that had given Kendall and me a reason to connect a little quicker than we might have otherwise, leading me to find the love of my life in the man I was proud to be celebrating today.
So, yeah.
Instead of spending any energy dwelling on Donatello’s mistake or being pissed about Enzo’s antics, I was going to put it all towards ensuring Kendall had the best time tonight. And considering the fact that his dimples had yet to disappear since he’d arrived, it felt like I was already on the right track, especially once Mama Dogwood sidled up towards me to say, “I don’t think I’ve seen Snoop this happy since the Tennessee Trojans won the championship back in 2012.”
Knowing how unsure I’d been going into it, it was honestly the biggest compliment in the world to hear the surprise party be compared to one of the greatest events in Kendall’s life thus far. And for that reason, I didn’t even attempt to contain my smile when Mama Dogwood continued, “As a mother, nothing makes me happier than knowing my kids are happy,and thriving, and being loved on by the right people. And I truly believe my pup has found the right one in you.”
If hours hadn’t been spent perfecting my makeup, I might’ve gotten a little emotional. But out of respect for my MUA -myself- I managed to keep it together when I responded, “Thank you, Mama Dogwood. I really appreciate that.”
“AndIappreciate that darn seafood mac and cheese you made.”
Her enthusiasm about what was also one of her son’s favorites made me chuckle as I told her, “I wish I could take credit for it, but Franklin’s actually did all the cooking tonight.” Then I pointed towards the dessert section of the kitchen island to say, “Ididbake that cake over there from scratch, though.”
“You mean, the infamous pineapple upside down cake my pup claims is better than the one I make?”
My eyes widened for multiple reasons when I asked, “He really said that?”
“He sure did,” Mama Dogwood responded with a pout and a nod. And the long pause that followed lowkey made me nervous until she added, “And he wasn’t wrong, so don’t be stingy with the recipe.”
It was such a relief when we both started laughing before sharing some small talk. And that was really how I ended up spending quite a bit of the party, small talking with all of Kendall’s closest people and making sure everyone had enough to eat and drink which was my reason for being in the kitchen when Kendall rolled up behind me and started kissing on my neck.
Grinning, I asked, “What’sthisall about?”
“Just expressing a little gratitude, that’s all,” Kendall replied, making my grin widen as his lips started moving closer towards my sternum. But I went stiff once I got a whiff of something unusual on his breath, turning around to face him when I asked, “Wait a minute. Have you beendrinking, Mr. Dogwood?”
Frowning, Kendall responded, “What?Nah. You know I don’t drink during the season.”
“Then why do you smell like alcohol?”
“Shit, I don’t know,” he shrugged. “All I had today was water.Oh, and I had a few cups of that red juice with the fruit and shit in it too.”
“Kendall, that’s not juice,” I chuckled. “That’s sangria.”
“Tasted like juice to me,” he suggested with another shrug, only making me laugh harder when I told him, “Yeah, that’s kinda the point. But the way Zara made it isfarfrom alcohol-free. I mean, there’s red wine, and Cointreau, and tequila,and…”
“Is that why I wanna fuck you so damn bad right now?”
Considering the way he’d so casually interrupted me with something so vulgar, you would’ve thought there was no one else around. But the fact that we were hosting a house full of people had me quick to squeal, “Kendall!”
“What?It’s the truth,” he argued, the way he immediately grabbed my ass and then bit into his bottom lip giving proof of just how much he’d meant what he’d said. And while those two things alone were enough to have me wanting to make his sangria-induced wishes come true, I still couldn’t help asking, “Okay, but do you have to be so loud about it, though?”
“Shit, I’m tryna make you the loud one, but you playin’ with me.”
For as much as I enjoyed when Kendall got slick at the mouth, there was something about his current brazenness,particularly around others, that told me he wasn’t completely in his right mind, making me giggle when I told him, “Snoopy, I think you might be drunk.”
“I’m not drunk, Shakira. I just want you,” he said, pressing a kiss against my neck where he added a groaned, “Need you.” Then he brought his lips to my ear where he first nibbled, then asked, “Can I have you?Please?”
The way he was begging for it had me ready to push my panties to the side right then and there until I remembered, “Kendall, there’s still a lot of people here.”
“We ain’t gotta be gone long,” he suggested with a smirk. Then he licked his lips before leaning back towards my ear to say, “I’m going upstairs. Meet me there in two minutes.”
Once he took off down the hallway that led towards the staircase, the timer in my head immediately began to roll, the anticipation firing me up in the worst way as I found myself trying to plan a clean exit strategy. And thankfully,because Kendall wasn’t the only one who’d been sipping on a lil’ somethin tonight, most people were having too good of a time to really even notice the moment I finally slipped away. But when I got up to my room and found it was empty, my eyebrows bunched in confusion, the fact that Kendall had both made the plans and gotten a decent head start making me wonder if the sangria had gotten the best of him until I felt averyhard dick pressed up against my ass.
Instantly, I grinned. Even more so once Kendall got to kissing on my neck again, the feel of his lips against my skin turning my voice to a whisper when I finally asked, “Where were you?”
“I was hiding behind the door just in case your Auntie Iris picked up what I was putting down from across the room and beat you to the stairs,” he answered, making me crack up laughing as I started to respond, “Kendall, that isso…”
