She turns and looks out her windows across from mine, catching me watching her. A leisurely smile spreads across her lips as she slowly raises the hem ofmyT-shirt she had on over her head. I bite my knuckles and groan at the sight of McKenna Wilder across the yard from me in nothing but a pair of pink panties. This is everything my teenage fantasies were made of.
All breath escapes my lungs as she slides her panties off and glides her hands up her toned stomach to grab and pinch her nipples. She bites down on her plush bottom lip as she gathers her hair into her hand and turns around to give me a glimpse of her delectable ass. I palm myself over my shorts, gripping my rock-hard length.
Jesusfuck. I want her so bad. I’m not sure I’ve ever been this hard in my life.
Kenna peeks over her shoulder at me, turning completely to face me once she realizes I’m joining her little tease fest. I drop my shorts and boxers then firmly stroke myself to the sight of her.
She turns fully again, giving me another eye full before reaching and pulling the curtains shut.
I pull my phone off the dresser and call Kenna. She picks up the phone, sounding breathless when she says, “We’re going to be late.”
“What is it you’re trying to do to me, Sunshine? I can’t go work out with your brother under these conditions.”
“Then I guess you’ll have to be as quick as you were last night while you take care of that situation,” she teases.
“Shouldn’t be hard to do with all of the spank bank material you just gave me. Do you know how many nights I’d stare across to your bedroom windows?”
“Good to know I wasn’t the only one trying to catch a glimpse,” she quips.
“Kenna, get moving, or we’re gonna be late.” I hear Carson holler in the background.
“I’ll see you in five, G. Be sure to take good care of yourself until then.”
I’d like her to put that smart mouth of hers to work doing something else.
I can officially say I’ve died and gone to heaven. Or maybe this is hell? I can’t be sure because my brain is short-circuiting as I watch Kenna jump up and make contact with the hundredth ball.
She finishes one kill just to transition back to the ten-foot line and do it again, over and over.
My eyes trail down her body as she turns away. She’s pure perfection. The way her delectable ass slightly jiggles in her spandex, to the way her sweat-slicked shoulders and arms glisten, is doing things to me. Things that I’d rather not feel while I’m right next to her brother.
I’m supposed to be putting up a block against her alongside Carson, but after jumping with a semi-hard dick for the past twenty minutes, I had to take a break.
Getting to see this side of Kenna, up close, feels like a privilege. Her passion and drive are such turn-ons.
“Alright, let’s call it. I’m getting blisters from these new shoes,” Katie says finally.
“One more, I need Griff to put up the double block with Carse so I can get this line shot down,” Kenna says.
“Sorry, give me a minute, and I’ll be right over,” I say as I recite a list of Stanley Cup winners in my head.
When I’ve listed about the last dozen, I walk back up to the net, nodding to her that I’m ready.
“I’m not sure how you two are still standing right now, considering you slept outside last night,” Katie teases us.
Kenna tries to hide her smile when I wink at her but fails miserably. She goes up for one last hit and smashes it down the line over our double block. Dammit, that’s hot.
“Should we address the eggplant in the room?” Kenna asks sweetly.
“You mean elephant?” Katie corrects.
“No, I said what I said.” She smirks looking down at my tented gym shorts.
“Dammit, Mack. He’s my brother. Stop it before I gouge my eyes out.”
“I believe elephant was the more accurate descriptor for my dick,” I toss back.
Knowing we need to get out of here, and that I do, in fact, now have a raging boner, I grab my water bottle and gym bag.
