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Callum squints at me, seemingly pissed. “What is so special about tonight?”
Not feeling that my moves need to be justified, my answer is cryptic. “I have plans.”
“What plans do you have?” he says between gritted teeth.
“It’s none of your business.” I start to walk away but decide to toss out one more thing since they are focused on me. “If I am ‘yours,’ do you think you can stop trashing my room now.”
Leaving before any of them can answer, my feet take me back to the dorm, somewhat surprised they didn’t try harder to keep me there. A smile spreads across my face, feeling as if I got one over on them. Tonight’s game is going to be a lot of fun.
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
After lunch, I return to the dorm and delve into a bottle of Jack Daniels. Dread fills my belly at what tonight means. The charity game against Grain Field College was always something we did with our fathers. Our fathers did it with their fathers, establishing a tradition. With my father’s death, the other fathers have decided to stay home.
Deep down, my brain understands that what happened isn’t Kennedy’s fault. Yet my heart yearns for someone to be punished and sees Kennedy as a way to do that. Hastings Ainsworth walked away from that accident without a scratch. Ashton’s dad lost the use of his hands, unable to perform surgery. Callum’s dad had some bumps and bruises, but nothing long-term or life-threatening. No, the life-threatening injuries were all my dad’s. The alcohol is starting to be ineffective since it has become my go-to. Working out in the gym helps some, although I have been banned from getting in the boxing ring. Too many guys have ended up in the medical center after challenging me.
Cracking open a fresh bottle of Jack just as Gareth walks in, tossing his backpack on his bed. I ignore his questioning look, taking a fresh pull from the bottle. My goal is to get through this game tonight, ignoring the fact that it’s the first Groveton versus Grain Field game without him at my side.
Ashton and Callum arrive not long after Gareth, and taking the bottle of whiskey with me, we head to the stadium. We aren’t supposed to have alcohol on campus grounds, but I dare someone to try and take it from me.
We find our seats somewhere around the fifty-yard line. The stadium is filling up quickly. I am lost in thought when a head of blonde hair catches my attention. She is with Kasey, Karen… Oh, yeah, Kassidy, that’s her name. We go through opening ceremonies and the first quarter. My eyes aren’t on the field, instead focused entirely on Kennedy. A couple of guys in front of her keep flirting with her, making my anger rise.
Doesn’t she realize that it is against the rules?
We are the only ones she gets.
She is ours.
The more I watch her interaction with the unknown males, the angrier she makes me. The guys watch me warily, their eyes boring into the side of my head. Ignoring them, as Kennedy stands and starts making her way to the aisle, I do the same, staggering slightly. The guys all give me questioning looks that go unacknowledged.
Keeping space between Kennedy and myself, the decision is made for me to have a little fun. Discarding the almost empty whiskey bottle, I follow Kennedy after she exits the ladies' room. It took her long enough; what the hell do they do in there that takes so fucking long?
Remembering the story Gareth told of how he finger fucked her in the library has my dick hard as a rock. It’s the first time since this summer that it’s had any interest in a female. Pushing aside the dark thoughts as Kennedy approaches me, my actions are led by the amount of alcohol consumed today. Jumping in her path, I snake my arm around her waist, putting my free hand over her mouth. Dragging her into a spot hidden from sight, under the seats, I whisper in her ear.
“Don’t scream, Duchess. It’s just me.”
Her body relaxes in my arms. Pushing Kennedy’s back against the wall, pinning her body between it and me, my hips grind into hers. She still has those damn yoga pants on, which works in my favor at the moment. Easing one hand under her sweatshirt, pulling the cup of her bra down, I free her tit to play with. My other hand snakes its way down into her panties. Her body stiffens for a moment before she starts squirming. Leaning harder into her, not giving her any room to move, I pinch both her clit and nipple at the same time.
Kennedy lets out a soft moan that reaches my ears only because our faces are so close to each other. Taking small bites up and down her neck, as my fingers continue their assault on her clit and nipple, I whisper in her ear as my fingers plunge into her channel. She’s fucking soaked.
“Is this all for me? You like it a little rough, sweetheart?”
Not giving Kennedy a chance to respond, I remove my hand from her pants, pushing them down her hips to her knees, taking her panties as well. She starts wiggling again in protest, seeming desperate to get away.
“Shh, shh, shh… I will make this good for you.”
Opening my pants just far enough to free my cock, my fingers find her pussy again. My other hand releases her other tit as it gets abused like the first.
“Damn, you are so tight. You are going to feel like heaven.”
Kennedy is still squirming underneath me, trying and failing to push me away. Biting hard into her neck to get her attention, I take advantage of her stunned state. Lining up my cock, and fully seating myself in one thrust, Kennedy lets out a yell. The cheers of the crowd drown out the sound. Her pussy is gripping me so hard that my words lack warmth or remorse.
“Sorry, sweetheart, this is going to be quick. You are gripping my cock so fucking hard, making me ready to come already.”
Pulling out most of the way before slamming hard back into Kennedy’s body, ignoring her cries as my hips continue to piston in and out of her body. Since she likes me pinching her clit, I give it a few hard rubs, causing her cunt to squeeze me harder. A few more pumps of my hips, and I reach my peak, emptying inside her. I have never come so much in my life. Just the thought of my release leaking from her pussy the rest of the night brings a smile to my face. Planting my hands on the wall next to Kennedy’s face, mostly to hold myself up at this point, my soft cock slides from her body. Pushing myself upright and tucking myself away, I plant a kiss on Kennedy’s neck after pulling up her pants.
“Thanks, sweetheart. I can’t wait to do that again.”
Easing back into the crowd, searching for a fresh drink, a smile on my face, the Duchess is forgotten, and my chest feels a little lighter.
