Page 14 of Embers in the Outfield

The moment I swing my door open, I realize her door is slightly ajar on her side. I move slowly, fearing I’ll scare her if she’s directly on the other side.

I quickly call out, “Kennedy, you okay?”

I hear the water running but not much else. Shit. Maybe she slipped and hit her head. I take a step into the room and see she had started to unpack but must have given up and gone straight for a shower.

The moment I step in a little further and make my way over to her bathroom to see if she’s injured, I hear the worst singing voice to ever touch my ears. The lyrics to “I Will Survive” are being belted at the highest volume imaginable and my ears may never recover. Thank goodness Kennedy’s dream wasn’t to be on stage because she fucking sucks.

I try to control my laugh and cover my mouth to ensure I can retreat into my room unnoticed. I’m almost back to our adjoining doors when something on her bed catches my eye. Holy shit. She brought a little friend with her.

I walk toward her mattress, the water still running in the bathroom, along with the shit vocals now filling the entire hotel room. I stare at the purple silicone dildo and am frozen in place. It’s gigantic, and now I’m starting to wonder if that comment in the elevator was more a window into the fact that no man has found her G-spot.

It’s got girth, along with some ribbing for her pleasure, and this rabbit-looking portion that I assume exists to rub her clit. A sneaky smile takes over my face. Here I was, trying to figure out how I’d have a little fun this weekend, and this just fell in my lap.

Of course, staring at it isn’t enough, so like the fucking moron I can be, I pick it up and click it on. Soon enough, the entire thing is gyrating in my hands, and I’m trying to swallow a laugh at how comical this is. Oh, the fucking fun I could have with this, as Iknow Kennedy will be desperately looking for it later and come up empty.

I must be too focused on the contraption in my hand because I don’t even hear the water turn off, nor do I notice the horrible singing has ended. Once I figure out something is different in my surroundings, I turn around to find a soaking wet Kennedy with a small towel wrapped around her body and what I can only describe as pure hatred etched across her face.

“What the fuck, River? You breaking and entering now, you perve?” She moves forward, ready to take me down, when I throw my hand forward, waving the vibrator that I now turned off, in her face.

“Ah, ah, ah, Skipper. I was just knocking to see if you were okay,” I tilt my chin toward the adjoining door, “after hearing a thump in your room. I walked in and saw this fun little contraption all alone on the bed. I just had to check it out and see what keeps you company.” I see her eyes volleying between my face and the dildo. I can’t help the fun this is causing me, as she seems like she’s about to blow. I think her eyes are turning greener like the Hulk.

“Get. The Fuck. OUT.” Her volume escalates, and she stomps her foot. Actually stomps it like a toddler not getting her way. It’s cute if it weren’t from a woman who’s barely covered with that hotel towel. I lick my bottom lip as my gaze sweeps her body, taking in the sight of her.

I push on, moving toward her, causing her to move backward until her back is up against the wall. May as well take our banter to another level, hopefully erasing this damn line we drew years ago. Also, I’m curious how far she’ll let me go with my little plan.

I bring my lips near her ear, looking down to where she’s holding her towel, her knuckles white while keeping herself covered up. The moment I begin to move my lips to speak, I can see her take a quick breath in.

“You know, Kennedy, it’s too bad we aren’t on better terms. I wouldn’t mind showing you that your silicone pal isn’t the best at his job.”

Then I switch the device on, the vibration the only sound between us, aside from our heavy breathing. I see the goosebumps pop along her skin, and that just spurs me on. I move the dildo up her arm and along her collarbone, down her chest, circling each nipple, hoping that beneath that towel, they’re pebbling into hard points. I keep the device moving down until it’s right above the juncture of her legs.

“I mean, can this tell you how wet you are for it? Can it tell you how good you taste?” I see her react to my words with the rise and fall of her chest, noticing the quick pulse through the skin along her neck.

I move the silicone mold closer to her body, and I see the slight movement of her legs parting, hoping to feel the friction of the dildo to relieve some tension. She fucking likes this.

I move my lips to the point of grazing her ear, the contact only pushing me further into this little game.

“Looks like you need a little release, Skipper. Is that right?” I move my gaze so that we are looking right at one another. I can see the speckles of yellow splashed throughout her green eyes.

I can see her having her own mental battle. She looks pissed that she’s liking this as much as I am, and I bet that is infuriating her even more.

“That vibrator has been more successful in making me come than any real dick.” She might be in shock that we’re in this compromised position, but her voice is steady as she speaks to me.

She continues, “You wouldn’t dare prove me right by making me come with my vibrator instead of your cock.” The way she says cock is making my dick strain against the fabric of my boxers. I have never felt this kind of pull toward Kennedy before.Of all the years we’ve played this little game of hatred, we have never crossed this line.

“Oh, to see you fuck this dick only to make you wish it were me? Yes, I would do that. Because I know all you’ll think about is wanting me more than this moving inside you.”

I smile, but before I can process what’s happening, Kennedy drops the towel, and it’s like the whole thing happens in slow motion. Kennedy Sparen is fucking naked in front of me, and I think I’m short-circuiting. She’s perfect. That milky skin and those perfect breasts, her nipples peaked, my gaze trailing down her skin that looks like porcelain. The moment my eyes move back up to reach her face, I feel like I might pass out.

My mouth goes dry, and I can see she’s surprised by her own action with the towel, but as if a switch has gone off, she brings her chin up and has that confidence I’ve learned to expect in Kennedy.

“What are you, River? All talk?”

I give her a cocky smile, rest my forearm on the wall, bringing my face mere inches away from her, and finally find my voice. “You’re going to let me touch you with your trusted vibrator?”

She nods slightly and grabs her bottom lip with her teeth. The moment we cross this line, there’s no going back. Who am I kidding? We’ve already crossed a line, and nothing will ever be the same.

I hold her stare for an extra beat, then move the silicone dick toward the apex of her thighs. She spreads her legs a little wider, and I keep my eyes on hers. It’s like we are connected with this invisible tether, and we can’t snap out of it.

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