Page 68 of Reviving Kendall

His hips buck a little towards me, almost as if it’s uncontrollable. I feel a small tug on my hair as if he’s trying to get me to stop. Not happening. Sitting on the bed, I pull him by a belt loop to stand in front of me. A quick glance up shows his eyes trained on my every move, so I watch his face as I unbuckle and unzip his jeans. His eyes close and his head falls back as I hook my fingers in the waistband of his boxer briefs, and pull them down with his jeans.

It’s probably a good thing that he’s not watching, because I can feel my face flush with heat as he’s fully freed from restraints. He’s bigger than Lucas or Mav, which isn’t surprising, because he is big body wise. When my fingers slide down the length of him, he looks like he’s going to fall over.

Yeah, worst girlfriend of the year award right here. Give him another concussion while giving him a blowjob. Perfect.

I decide to trade our positions instead. Making him lay face up on the bed, I’m able to strip him down the rest of the way and holy fucking hell. It’s like I told Lincoln, each guy is different in their own way and physique is no different. There’s just something about their bodies, no matter how different they are, that makes me feel like I’m going to spontaneously combust just looking at them.

With one leg hooked off the bed and the other knee bent, he lays with his arms above his head and it flexes the muscles in his arms. Skimming my fingertips up his thighs, I make my way back up face level with where I was before. A groan slips from his lips as I wrap my hand around the base and take him into my mouth. His hand finds my hair again, but he doesn’t try to control. No, he lets me take my time exploring and figuring out what he likes. When I feel like neither of us can take anymore, I straddle him and guide him into me with a few rocks of my hips.

“Grant,” I whisper.

He moans underneath me at the sound of his name and his hands come back up to find my breasts again. The bruising across his knuckles sends a jolt down my spine. It was sexy as fuck not only having him defend me the way that he did, but to watch him take out a full-grown man just as big as he is. I kiss the swollen discolored spots before he grabs me at the hips and takes control of the pace. When we go over, it’s together.

I feel like a jellyfish just lying on top of him, but I don’t want to move, and he doesn’t seem to mind. His hands skim over every inch of skin that he can find, and it sends chill bumps following after. Following the EMTs orders, I keep him awake for the next couple of hours, just talking about anything and everything. Never once does he ask me to move. The only complaint he has is after I do allow him to fall asleep, I have to wake him up again, so we can lay the right way on the bed.

It’s a few hours more before I wake straight up out of a deep sleep. Goose’s soft snores behind me never miss a beat as I look around the room. I don’t know what woke me up, but I feel like someone is watching us. A figure steps from the shadows of the stairs and I almost scream like a little girl before I catch sight of a familiar leather jacket. Lucas.

“You scared the shit out of me,” I whisper.

His quiet laugh echoes around the room before he whispers back, “I’m sorry baby. I just wanted to check on you guys before I left. Feeling ok?”

I nod and reach for him. When he sits down on the side of the bed, I raise up to give him a quick kiss, not caring that the blanket falls away to bare my breasts to him, not like he hasn’t seen them before anyways.

“You don’t have to go,” I tell him. The bed is plenty big enough and I know that Goose won’t mind.

He thinks on it for a good thirty seconds, before he stands up to strip down to his boxer briefs. As he climbs into bed with us, it wedges me closer to Goose who tightens his arm around me. He accidentally rubs against Lucas’ stomach and jerks up next to me.

It takes him a second glance to recognize who’s laying in front of us, but once he does he just says, “What’s up dude?” and lays back down to snuggle against my back.

Lucas kisses me lightly on the lips, “Good night, baby.”

Hot Poker To The Heart

The guys have been coming up MIA for short periods of time for the past few weeks. I’ve been doing better about not needing them around so much, but it doesn’t make me miss them any less. On days like today, when I get a little lonely, I’ll be with Ryleigh or at Lucas’ house with Lincoln.

Lincoln is almost always home. I learned during the first visit that he got so depressed that he dropped out of college his sophomore year, and has practically become a hermit. Lucas says that he’s been going out more since I started coming around, and even said something about trying to get back into classes in the fall, so that in itself makes the trip over worthwhile.

Today, we’re laid out on a quilt in the backyard. With our heads next to each other and feet opposite, it makes it easier to hear lying on our backs.

“Did I tell you that I’m going to try to get my shit together to get into classes in the fall?” he asks.

“Lucas did,” I admit.

He lets out a small laugh, “It was more than just Dallas you know? Yeah, I love him and everything that happened didn’t help, but I was so stressed out from classes and everything else that I felt like I was having a nervous breakdown. Figured I could take a year off. It’ll still be there for when I’m ready to go back.”

I tilt my head to the side to look at him, “You know that I don’t judge you anyways, but I’m glad that you feel ready enough to get back to it.”

Nodding he adds, “I talked to Dallas the other day too.”

Now this does come as a surprise, “What happened?”

He shrugs, “We just asked how the other was doing. Polite chitchat and whatnot.”

“Have you decided to give it a shot?” I ask gently as I roll on my side and prop up on my elbow to look down to him.

“I don’t know,” he answers honestly. “You’ve given me hope that it could work. I’m just not sure that I want to let her in. I don’t know. I’m just a confused mess, and I want to get myself straight before trying anything.”

“You speak such wisdom for such a mighty youth, young grasshopper,” I kid.

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