Page 61 of Reviving Kendall

Turning his face, he captures my lips for a quick kiss just as the first notes pour from the stage. I can honestly say that the only thing more beautiful than the sound that hits my ears in that moment would be my guys’ voices. They must be attractive, too, considering the squealing of the girls around us. It makes them sound like a bunch of groupies. Me, however, I only have eyes for my sexy quad.

Always the first one to start dancing, Teagan sways us in time with the beat, and before I know it, I find myself dancing with Mav as the other three provide a buffer against the crowd. Hands slip under my skirt and palm my ass as we grind against each other. His lips find my neck as my fingers weave into that perfectly styled hair. I love being the one who gives it that fresh rolled out of bed look. One of the guys on stage has a voice that reminds me of Mav, and the sound has me wishing that he’d sing to me. Or better yet, take advantage of the human walls around us and fuck me where we stand.

In what feels like no time at all, they play their final song and I’m left wanting more of both them and of Mav.

It’s all I can do to follow the guys as we flow with the crowd out into the hallways. All I want to do is pull Mav into a dark corner somewhere to release all the tension inside my body right now.

“Are we battling our way to the meet and greet?” Lucas asks above the noise.

The guys shrug like they don’t care one way or another, so I guess I’m left with the decision. As much as I’d love to meet them, I honestly just can’t get my brain off Mav and the way he felt against me, so I shake my head, “Maybe next time.”

I figured Lucas would be disappointed, but he actually looks relieved. It seems he isn’t much of a fan of the hordes of people. Mav and Goose grab my hands and don’t let go as we weave through the masses toward the truck. My suspicions were correct as Mav tows me to his side and helps me in when we get there. The slip up with T earlier was truly an accident, but this time I purposely take my time getting in, while giving Maverick a full show. The adrenaline from the show and sexual tension between us has left me feeling wonton. Sweet baby Jesus, please let one of them stay with me tonight. I secretly hope its Mav, but I’m not getting my hopes up. He’s only stayed two nights and that was when all of them were there with me.

The ride back home is quiet, even with the music of the band still playing through the speakers. I think the other three can feel the tension coming from Mav and me. His hand sits high on the inside of my thigh, almost in a dominant, claiming kind of way, every second that we are in the truck.

When we make it to my house, Mav hops down to let me out. I’m not sure what the plan is tonight or who, if anyone is staying, but I ask him anyways, “Stay?”

His eyebrow goes up in question as that fire comes back into his eyes and he nods. My insides feel like there are a million butterflies flittering around at that one small movement. I make my rounds giving the other three kisses, and telling them thank you for an awesome night. Lucas backs up and waits until the door is open before pulling away.

We’ve no sooner made it in the door before I practically jump Mav. At first, he stands as still as a statue, as if I took him by surprise, but that only lasts for a second as he literally growls into my mouth. The sound does something to my brain, because my muscles turn to Jell-O in his arms. Doesn’t matter, he’s ready to catch me as if he expected it.

Lifting me underneath the back of my thighs, I wrap my legs around his waist as he stalks his way to my bedroom. I wait for the drop to the bed, but it never comes. Instead, the cold dresser meets my almost bare ass and thighs. Mav grabs the back of my head and dominates my mouth until there’s no fully functioning thought running through my brain except the need to have him naked.

The button on the top of his shirt is the only one that survives as I undo it and rip it open the rest of the way, only to be met with another obstacle of an undershirt. He stops long enough to yank them both off his body and toss them in the corner somewhere. My lips find his now naked chest and the sound that falls from his lips makes me want to kiss every inch of his body just to see if he’ll keep making it.

When he kisses me again, his hands go to undo my shirt. I feel him getting frustrated and ready to tear it to shreds in impatience.

“Wait a second,” I tell him.

He does that growling thing again, “No.”

Some of the material groans in protest and I shove at his chest. I’m so hot for him that I can barely fucking breath, but I don’t want him ruining a brand-new shirt.

“I’ll buy you five more just like it,” he says reaching for it again.

I push his chest, “I don’t want five more like it. I want this one, just wait.”

Seemingly out of patience, he pulls me off the dresser and as soon as my feet hit the floor, he spins me around. Now, I get to watch his face as he works the back of it free and it falls away somewhere. His hands find my breasts as he grinds against me.

I lean back and close my eyes as different sensations assault me.

“Open your eyes and watch, baby girl,” that deep voice says in my ear.

No one would argue with that voice and I’m no exception. Being able to see where his face and hands go gives me a thrill that I never knew existed.

He finds the zipper on my skirt, and meets my eyes as he makes slow work of sliding it from my hips. Standing in nothing but a pair of black, almost see through, panties and my shoes, my heart stops and starts again as I watch his face take in what’s standing in front of him. I’m for sure thanking Ryleigh later for making me buy new bras and panties.

Mav’s jeans rub against the back of my legs as he brings himself against me again. His hands travel up my back and then down my arms before closing around my wrists. Placing my palms flat on top of the dresser he warns, “Keep them here. No matter what. If you move them then I’ll have to punish you.”

My knees go weak at his words as my heart races. I never thought the dominant thing would turn me on as much as it is right now. I follow his instructions as he kisses his way down my back. When he gets to my ass, I feel the sting of his teeth through my panties on each cheek before the soft kiss after. At the angle of my mirror, I can see the top of Mav’s head and shoulders as he drops to his knees. Standing in front of him like this, unable to move at his demand, as I bring such a powerful creature to his knees makes me feel stronger than I ever have.

His warm fingers make a trail from my ankles up to my hips underneath the panties right before he painstakingly and slowly pulls them down my legs. He taps the inside of my ankles letting me know he wants me to open my legs for him. I want to defy him just to see what would happen, but I open them anyways.

Once I do, it doesn’t take long for his mouth to find the sweet spot between them. Losing concentration, I grab a fistful of his hair and he immediately pulls away.

“What did I tell you,” he scolds standing up behind me. The sting on my right ass cheek from his slap puts heat in more than that one spot. I rub against him like a cat without moving my hands.

I hear his muttered, “Fuck,” before he pulls me away from the dresser and lays me on the bed. Without removing the rest of his clothes or my shoes, he’s inside of me without any kind of warning.

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