“Yes.”
One word. One simple little word that meant everything and more to me.
She tilted her head back, arching her spine and pressed her body against mine until there wasn’t anything left for me to do except push into her body. Her wet and ready and more than willing to take everything I had to give her body. The one I’d been craving more than life itself. When I didn’t move fast enough for Kennedy, she wrapped her legs around my waist.
“Holy fuck.” I gasped as she did something with her hips and suddenly I was completely seated inside her hot core. “Don’t move.”
She groaned and writhed, but I couldn’t breathe, let alone start to move. Sharp buzzing filled the air all around us, and my heart began to pound in my chest, urging me to move. To brand her. To take her. To make her scream in pleasure.
“Move, Linc.”
I did. I put every single emotion and desire I’d had over the last six years into our connection. Needing more, I grabbed Kennedy’s hands and raised them above her head, loving the way her chest moved and adjusted with her while she tried to keep up. But she wanted more, so I gave it to her. I gave her everything. Every thrust, every grunt, every agonizing pull away from her body only to return with even more force.
The sound of our bodies colliding filled the air around us, mixed with Kennedy’s moans and my fractured breathing.
“Close,” she gasped breathlessly, shifting under my body and grinding her teeth together in a poor attempt to keep from hitting her climax.
“Good.” I let go of her hands and leaned back so that I could touch her, applying pressure to her clit so she’d have no choice but to let go.
And when Kennedy’s body tightened around mine as she finally reached that peak, I almost fell right over the cliff with her. It wasn’t until the last minute that sense came crashing into me and I pulled out. Staring at her lust-filled eyes as she screamed a mix of my name and her pleasure, I came on her stomach.
For a few hard seconds, I stared at what I’d done and tried to reign in the monster inside. The one telling me to rub my fingers in the mess. Then I watched silently as Kennedy trailed a hand down her body and did exactly what I’d been fantasizing about a moment before.
“Fuck it,” I growled.
With a feral smile on my face, I picked Kennedy up to do it all over again.
This time in the shower.
14
Kennedy
The front door slammed open with a loud crash downstairs and I fell off of Linc and out of bed so fast that I hit the floor and ended up wrapped in the blanket like a burrito.
When I finally managed to untangle myself, Linc was standing there in a pair of gray sweatpants with a gun in his hand, headed toward the bedroom door.
“A gun, really?” I wheezed quietly as I tried to get up. “Where did you even hide a gun? Or the sweatpants?”
We hadn’t slept the entire night and had actually been in the process of fooling around again when the door opened. He’d been naked. I knew he’d been naked because I’d been sitting on his dick, and all of a sudden he now had clothes on while I was still trying to figure out how to breathe.
Yeah, I definitely needed to work out more. Or at all. Except I really wanted pizza. And tacos. And maybe some donuts.
“Grab a shirt or something,” he said while staring at the blanket I was clutching to my chest. “They’re in the drawer over there.”
I grabbed one without looking and pulled the dark-blue shirt over my head. “This is stupid,” I told him. “You know it’s got to be one of our families. You don’t need the gun, Linc.” While I was talking, I grabbed my pants so that we didn’t go downstairs to family with my ass hanging out.
He looked at me, then the gun, and then back at me before he sighed. “Fine. But if it’s Emma, you’re gonna wish that I brought that gun, cause she’s never gonna leave.” When he scooped me up into a kiss, I wrapped my legs around his waist instinctively. Linc’s still-erect body pressed against mine as the kiss deepened.
“No,” he said suddenly. “Not until we get rid of whoever is interrupting.”
“I’m gonna murder them,” I admitted quietly.
Footsteps downstairs distracted both of us, followed by a laugh that had to be Remy’s.
“Hey, Uncle Linc!” Nox screamed up the stairs at the top of his lungs. “Why is Auntie Kenny’s machete at your house?”
Linc bit his lip and shook his head while he looked at me. “They didn’t.”
“Clearly,” I told him, “they did.” Taking him by the hand, I led the way downstairs a lot like I had the night before.
“Auntie Kenny!” Nox exclaimed loudly when he saw me. “What are you doing here?” He watched with a shrewd expression that would fit more on an adult than on a child, then gasped when he came to a conclusion all on his own. “You spent the night with Uncle Linc. You better not have slept in my bed.” He was off, racing past us up the stairs to make sure that his room was completely untouched since he’d never actually spent the night at Linc’s.
Unfortunately, Nox wasn’t alone. Both Remy and Parker sat at the bartop island in Linc’s kitchen, watching us while drinking coffee out of travel cups.
“You better have brought some for me,” I snapped irately at my brother.
With a chuckle, he nodded toward the other side of the kitchen, where two more travel cups sat with steam coming from the lids.
“Good. I’d hate to have to murder you in front of Nox.”
I ignored the obviously curious stares and grabbed the coffee, trying not to wince as I walked. Maybe it was a good thing they’d interrupted, because after a night full of sex, I thought Linc might have broken me. Everything hurt, but in the best way possible.
“We need a favor,” Parker said as soon as I took my first sip of coffee. She shot Remy a hard look. “I know Remy asked you to watch Nox today just so that he could interrupt your plans and be a cockblock, but that’s not why we’re here.” When Remy moved to object, Parker speared him with the most intense look I’d ever seen.
Ignoring the two men in the room seemed like the best idea, since I could already hear Linc’s protest forming on his lips. I nodded toward the back door, and Parker followed me to the back porch with her coffee too.
I waited until we were both sitting down on the porch swing before launching into the interrogation I could feel boiling up inside. “What’s going on? Is something wrong with Nox?”
We started to swing back and forth slowly, the metal chains creaking as we went the only noise of the early morning. While I waited for her to tell me what prompted the early morning trip and interruption of the best sex of my life, I took a long drink of my coffee and tried not to push her for information until she was ready.
“I think I’m pregnant. And I can’t say anything to Remy about it until I know for sure, because you know how excited he’d be. My doctor can’t even get me in until tomorrow, and I don’t know what to do. Will you go with me?” She hiccupped, and I knew better than to say anything. It’s not like I knew what to say anyway. Not for a long time. We sat there, swinging quietly, and I put my arms around her in a tight embrace.