Well that’s . . . oddly specific. Sometimes the shit that comes out of Maks scares the piss out of me.
He clears his throat. “Anyway, I wanted to make up for it. Here,” he says as he places six Red Sox ticket stubs into my hand for I assume me, Kenna, Katie, Nico, himself, and Emmett.
I only catch a glimpse of the tickets before my head shoots up. “Maks, you crazy motherfucker, these seats are right behind home plate. How in the hell did you get these?”
“Let’s just leave it at I know a guy who owes me a few favors, so I decided to cash in on one of them.” His smirk is accompanied by a devilish glint in his eyes.
“Well, thanks, man. This almost makes up for me having to hear my little sister talk about your, and I quote, ‘monster cock,’ all afternoon.”
Maks just chuckles. “I’m not even going to go there. Let your sis and your girl know we’re pregaming tomorrow at the house before the game. Tell your sister not to worry, I’ll get her there with plenty of time to watch the guys warm up in their tight baseball pants.”
“Jesus.” I shake my head. “I’m sure she’ll appreciate that tidbit.”
“I’m headed out. Later, G.”
Once Maks makes his way down the stairs, I head across the hall and knock on Katie’s door.
Kenna opens the door, biting her lip as she takes in my shirtless chest and light gray joggers.
“Maks just came by to apologize for earlier and gave me these,” I say, handing the tickets to her.
“Are you for real? Katie, we’re going to Fenway and we’ll be right behind home plate!” she exclaims.
“Fuck, yeah! I can’t wait to watch the catcher and the ump squat down in front of us all game.”
“What the fuck, Katie Cat?” I groan. Turning to Kenna, I ask, “You just about ready for bed, Sunshine?”
Katie interjects before she can respond, “Griff, it’s like ten o’clock. Are you seriously not taking us out?”
“Not tonight. We’re going to pregame here tomorrow before we head to Fenway. Then Maks will probably throw an after-party, too. Get some sleep for tonight, and we’ll save the shenanigans for tomorrow.”
“God, you’re such a buzzkill sometimes, you know that? Don’t try to act like you’re looking out for our best interest. You’re trying to fulfill your need to have Mack in your bed for as many hours as you can before we fly out on Sunday.”
“I won’t even try to deny that’s true. But can you blame me?”
“No, I can’t. Now you two get the fuck out so I can relive that scene we walked in on earlier today.”
“Seriously, Katie. What the actual fuck is wrong with you?” I whine.
Kenna and I make our way back to my room, and I’m on her as soon as I turn the lock.
“Finally, I thought I’d never get you alone,” I tell her.
Her answering giggle gets muffled by my lips against her.
“I love kissing you, Griff. I could kiss you every minute of every hour of every day for the rest of our lives and it still wouldn’t be enough.”
“Fuck, Sunshine. I love hearing that. We’ve got a lot of making up to do. Five days without you has felt like an eternity. Come here.” I sit at the end of the bed and pull her onto my lap.
My cock stirs as Kenna straddles me.
In a matter of seconds, our clothes are shed and scattered along the floor, and Kenna is resuming her position straddling my lap.
I run my cock along her pussy a few times before she pushes my hand aside and damn near impales herself on my cock.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
“God damn, McKenna.”
