Page 112 of False Play
It was stupid to believe that one time was going to be enough. What the fuck was I thinking? And even if you took sex out of the equation, there was an undeniable chemistry between us.
I loved hanging out with her. I loved making her smile. I loved how she was unapologetically herself around me.
It was pathetic how much I wanted her to be mine. How deep in I already was, even though I promised her I was going to take it slow. It was killing me not to ask her where this was going, what she’d been thinking. We’d been casually dating—though the media still believed otherwise—and all I wanted to do was get on my knees and beg her to be my actual girlfriend. I’d never been a patient man, but for her? I could stand still, even if it killed me, as long as she gave us the chance we deserved.
“How come Sush isn’t all up in our faces demanding treats?” Kennedy asked with a worried frown.
I laughed. “Hayes picked him up this afternoon, claiming he wanted time with his nephew.”
“He needs a pet. He’s kind of lonely, isn’t he?”
I shrugged. “Olivia is moving with him in a few months, and she has a golden retriever. He’ll be plenty entertained and hopefully will stop sniffing around Sush.”
Kennedy hopped on the kitchen island with a smirk. “Look at you, embracing being a cat daddy and all.”
I settled between her legs with a grunt. “He needs to back off. Sush is ours.”
“Well, he’s yours.”
I shook my head. “Nope. I meant what I said.”
She rested her arms on my shoulders as her lips pursed to keep her grin in check. “Does that make me a cat mommy, then?”
I smiled. “I like the sound of that.”
Her laugh was airy, like golden sunlight, and I basked in the sound of it, letting the warmth seep into my bones.
I settled my nose in the crook of her neck and inhaled then dropped a few kisses as my hands caressed her thighs. The need I had for her clouded me like a heavy fog. It didn’t matter I had just taken her in the backseat of my truck, my cock was already throbbing, ready to go.
“I love your legs,” I rasped against her soft brown skin, my hands trailing to the waistband of her leggings. She lifted her hips slightly, giving me the space to slide them off completely.
Her body shivered with a low whimper, and I trailed kisses down as I lifted her jersey then took one of her nipples in my mouth through the lacey fabric of her bra. “I love your tits, too. They’re perfect.You’reperfect.” I grabbed the other and squeezed as I continued to twirl my tongue around the other.
“Careful, pretty boy. You sound obsessed with me,” she said through a grin.
A low laugh rumbled deep in my chest as I continued south, kissing her abdomen. But my heart? It stammered painfully at her words.
I was completely and wholeheartedly obsessed with Kennedy Jones, and I was too fucking scared to admit it. Terrified that if I had, she would have walked away from me for good. What we had going on was lighthearted, fun.Just not enough. But I knew this was all she could handle, and there was nothing I could do except…wait. Wait for her toseeme.All of me.
My lips landed on her hip bone with a soft kiss, and I held back a pathetic, needy groan at the sight of her panties that clung to her lips with how wet she already was. My cock all but screamed at me to let him out, but I pushed the thought away. I wanted to take my time. To feast and let myself drown in her.
It had been a long fucking week, and even though my father’s threats still lingered in the back of my head, especially since he strangely went AWOL after we had that fight last month, Kennedy was the center of my universe. All my problems and struggles went away when she was near.
“Fuck, you’redrenched.” I lazily swiped my knuckles against her damp underwear, winning a soft whimper from her. “Lie back for me, Kenny. I told you I’d be a good boy and give you anything you wanted. And you want me to eat your pretty cunt, don’t you, baby?”
“Henry, I swear, your dirty talk is insane,” she said through a soft laugh as she got comfortable.
I couldn’t help but smirk. If only she knew I’d never really been a talker. Sure, I knew how to satisfy women, and they always left my bed happy. But it had always been about the release. With Kennedy, though…everything was heightened. Different.
She lifted her hips slightly, and I slowly slid her underwear off then placed the lacy fabric into my pocket.
She propped her elbows on the counter. “What do you think you’re doing?”
I shrugged. “Getting a souvenir for when I’m on the road.”
“You’re depraved, pretty boy.”
“And you love every filthy second of it, Kenny baby.”
