“Yeah. I went to visit him at his dorm. It wasn’t even a surprise. He knew I was coming to visit that afternoon.”
“He’s such a fucking idiot for letting you slip through his fingers. But I’ve never been more grateful for another man’s stupidity.”
Kenna sits up, and stretches her arms above her head, causing the sheet to drop down and expose her bare breasts. After she finishes a yawn, she says, “I think I need a solo shower this morning. Sorry, baby.”
“No need to apologize. I’m going to get some breakfast and start the coffee. Meet me in the kitchen when you’re done,” I tell her, giving her a quick peck on her shoulder.
I’ve just poured a second cup of coffee for Kenna when she enters the kitchen. I look up to find her wearing my favorite Emery Elites Hockey T-shirt. I’m so distracted by how good she looks, that I overflow the mug, spilling hot coffee all over the counter.
This girl will be the death of me. I’m so gone for her. I know I said I couldn’t afford distractions, but she pushed me in ways I can’t even begin to explain.
I leave the cup of coffee on the counter and wrap my arms tightly around Kenna, palming her ass before giving it a squeeze. Moving my scruff across her cheek, I gruffly say into her ear, “You look so fucking delectable in my favorite shirt. Welcome to the dark side. Emery red has never looked so good, Sunshine.”
“I agree. But I look better in Abbott University maroon and white.”
Removing my hands from her ass, I cup her face and cradle her cheeks. I stare into her eyes as if she’s the most precious thing in the world—which, to me, she is. Every moment with her is better than the last. I didn’t even hesitate to ask her to be mine the other day.
“I could get used to this—waking up to my girlfriend giving me the hottest head of my life, walking to breakfast in nothing but my shirt, letting me bend her over—”
She puts her hands over my mouth, cutting me off before I can finish detailing my next fantasy.
I lift her onto the kitchen island, spreading her legs so I can stand between them. Trailing my lips up her neck, I whisper in her ear, “I want to bend you over this island, push up this T-shirt,” I say as I fist it in my hand, “run my hands over your tight ass cheeks, squeezing them before I spread them so I can slide my cock inside your dripping pussy in one, smooth stroke.”
Kenna’s breath hitches. Her gaze filled with lust. “You’re insatiable,” she whispers.
“I’m addicted to you, Sunshine. To your lips, the way you taste on my tongue, to your citrusy perfume, the way you come undone beneath me. I’m not sure I’ll ever get my fill of you.” It’s true, I am addicted to her. She’s turning me into the neediest man in the world. I can’t stop thinking about her; craving a chance to see her, talk to her, touch her, kiss her.
Before we can take it any further, the front door opens. A very sweaty and shirtless Bennett walks in, pausing mid-way to take his AirPods out when he sees us. He shakes his head and goes up the stairs without saying a word. Bennett isn’t much for confrontation, or conversation, for that matter.
Even though Bennett didn’t call us out, Kenna still places her head in her hands to try to hide her embarrassment.
“Don’t,” I tell her, tilting her chin up to meet my eyes. Her eyes and nose wrinkle at me in question. “Don’t for one second be embarrassed by us. I’m not and never will be.”
“I’m not embarrassed by us. I’m mortified by the fact that I wasn’t embarrassed at all.” She shifts her gaze away from mine. “The idea of being caught kind of . . . excites me.”
“Damn it, Sunshine. Now my nights in Boston are going to be filled with fantasies of my little exhibitionist.” I skim the outside of her thighs and tell her, “Hop down before one of our siblings comes down.”
Kenna hops down and follows me to the counter where I’ve set our cups of coffee and started prepping breakfast.
“Omelets sound good to you?” I ask her.
She looks up over her mug and nods in response. I start cracking eggs into a mixing bowl, and when I move to chop up the vegetables, Kenna hip-checks me out of the way.
“I’ve got the veggies. Will you start the bacon, sausage, and ham?”
I take the towel I always have slung over my shoulder when I’m cooking, and gently swat her butt with it. “Careful, Sunshine. This weekend has already got me fantasizing what it’ll be like when we’re living together.”
Kenna’s answering smile is damn-near blinding. “Is that right? Aren’t you getting a little ahead of yourself, Hotshot?”
“No, just hoping for as many moments like this as possible over this next year when we’re long-distance. I plan to put a very large dent in my bank account from Airfare.”
“Same, baby. And I’m not even mad about it.”
We leave it at that, knowing we’re not ready to burst this bubble with talk of long-distance.
Kenna opens her Spotify app on her phone to play music. She absolutely refuses to cook without being able to sing and dance. She plays “Fearless (Taylor’s Version),” and like everything when it comes to Kenna, I just can’t help myself from singing along with her.
After a day full of wakeboarding, tubing, and wake surfing, my muscles are sore, and Kenna and I are both dead on our feet. We opted out of going to the carnival Jackson and Tae invited us to, so once we finished eating dinner, we headed to our room to watch a new Jason Statham movie.
