Page 53 of Reviving Kendall

It only takes a few seconds before his windows are rolled down and that Ed Sheeran song “Perfect” comes from the speakers. It doesn’t have to be very loud to be heard, because the sound echoes around the clearing.

Lucas walks back over to me and holds out his hand, “Dance with me?”

Now we’re back at the point I mentioned earlier, ‘How could I possibly say no.’ So, I don’t. I place my hand in his and he pulls us together. He takes over the steps and leads us around the little space. The sound of our breathing and leather jackets rubbing together are the only sound other than the music. Our breath mingles in clouds of white from the cold, even as he puts his mouth to my ear and sings the lyrics softly. His hands are warm at my hips and I love the feel of his shoulders flexing under mine. I move them down, underneath his shirt. The feel of his skin on my fingertips starts a fire in my belly that no one other than Lucas can put out. When I move my face to his, I find him waiting as he presses his lips against mine.

There has never been a more perfect moment in my life than this one. I don’t care if we are in the middle of nowhere or that it’s mid-winter and cold as fuck outside. It doesn’t matter that I’ll have to face reality sooner than I’d like. No. I’m taking tonight to live in this dream as long as I can.

Before he can stop me, I have both of our jackets lying in a heap on the ground. As if I weigh nothing, he picks me up and carries me to the back of the truck without taking his lips from mine. I gasp into his mouth as my back meets the cold steel.

He pulls away and in a deep voice that could rival Mav’s he says, “I never meant for this to happen. I just wanted to get you away for a little while. I brought some blankets just in case we stayed out here longer and got cold.”

It only takes half a second for his words to click in my head and I pull his lips back to mine. Like I said, I’m going to live in this dream for as long as I can. “Get the blankets,” I whisper.

“We still have that food too, if you’re hungry,” he reminds me.

The last thing I’m thinking about in this moment in my life is food, so I shake my head.

He kisses me lightly and sets me down. Opening the back door, he pulls out a fluffy looking comforter and a giant sleeping bag lined with flannel, “I wasn’t sure which one you’d want, so I brought both.”

I reach up on my toes and kiss him on the cheek before he heads around the back of the truck. That fire comes back as I watch his muscles flex as he jumps into the bed. He reaches down and lifts me like a sack of potatoes. I can’t help when my lips find his again. There’s just no stopping it.

He lets me pull off his shirt, and as before, I’m awarded the sight of that tan, tattooed and pierced skin. Without the overflowing bathtub here with us, there aren’t any distractions as my mouth closes around one of the little silver bars. Lucas groans and grabs the back of my head to keep me from moving. Letting me take my time, it isn’t until I pull away that he helps me out of my shirt and bra. His hands roam over the outside of my breasts before he places them against my naked back and pulls us together. The feel of our skin connecting satisfies some small part of me and yearns for more at the same time.

Bending his head down, he presses his lips to that small spot underneath my ear. “Lucas,” I whisper.

“Hmm,” he says, the sound vibrating through me.

“Please,” I say even more quietly.

That one little word is all that it takes for him. He opens the sleeping bag and spreads it out in the bed before helping me lay down on top of it. Getting to his knees, he goes on all fours and presses a kiss against my bellybutton. In the next few seconds, he removes the rest of my clothes, and then just sits back to look at me. Normally I’d be uncomfortable in this position, but there’s nothing there but love and desire.

“You’re fucking beautiful, baby,” he says. “I’m one of four of the luckiest guys in the world.”

I rise up on one of my elbows and use my other hand to crook a finger at him. He crawls back up my body and braces himself on his forearms, keeping his weight off me. That is the last thing that I want. I wrap my legs around his waist at the same time my arms go underneath his to hold onto his back. When I pull him down, he doesn’t resist. It grinds my back into the bed of the truck, and I’ll probably have bruises from it later, but they’ll be worth it.

Lucas acts like he wants to go gentle and slow. I think that we both know that it isn’t what the other wants, so I reach up and nip him on the neck right before I lick it to soothe the sting. His hips drive into me and the denim still covering his legs rubs against me in all the right places. After seeing all of his tattoos and the bars in his nipples, I figured Lucas would be one for a little pain and I’m not wrong. When my teeth find his shoulder, he groans in my ear before rising up to strip the rest of his clothes off. The sight of Lucas bare chested is mouth-watering. Completely naked, he leaves me with a brain full of mush. He is absolutely fucking glorious, with tattoos on his lower stomach and wrap arounds on his thighs. Noticing me checking him out, he grins down at me as he opens a condom and slips it on. The last thing any of us need right now are any little babies running around, so the more protection the better.

He braces himself back on his forearms over me. When he opens his mouth to say something, I cover it with my hand and lift my hips to meet him. That’s all it takes for him to enter me in one swift movement. We both groan into the night air. As he moves above me, my breath catches for a second. Giving this piece of myself over to him means that I am moving on from the VanPelt brothers. Not that I’ll miss them any less, just accepting that there may be something left for me after all.

“You ok?” Lucas asks.

I nod as much as I can, “Better than.”

He smiles down at me and sets a pace that has us coming apart together in no time at all. Scooting us to the edge of the sleeping bag, he zips us up in it. I’m pretty sure that it’s meant for only one person, but I don’t take up that much room, even around his size. We lay on our sides facing each other.

Wanting to stay here forever, I’m disappointed when I feel myself falling asleep. Lucas props the other blanket under his head for a pillow and I use his arm. His body heat trapped inside the sleeping bag is better than any heater I’ve ever seen.

When I look up to him, his eyes are closed like he’s close to the edge too. A smile crosses his lips as I reach up and kiss his chin, “I love you, Lucas.”

At this, he raises his head and presses his lips against mine, “I love you, Kendall.”

The next thing I know, Lucas’ body jerks against mine, “Shit, shit, shit.”

I crack my eyes to find that it’s at least mid-morning and Lucas is beside me freaking out, apparently just waking up himself. He yanks the zipper down and I tumble out onto the frozen bed of the truck.

I yelp and try to crawl back into the warmth.

“I’m sorry baby. We’ve got to go. My parents are going to go fucking postal if the guys didn’t cover for me,” he says jumping up to throw his underwear and pants on. It’s a race to see who can dress the fastest and by the time that we jump in the truck we’re both laughing so hard we’re in tears.

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