He slips a finger into the thin lace band of my panties and slowly glides them down my legs. I shimmy out of them, and the lace gets caught around my big toe.
I laugh softly and breathlessly, yanking my knee up to free the panties from my foot and accidentally kicking Andre’s ass in the process.
“Ouch. Graceful,” he whispers on a laugh, giving me a wink just before kissing me again, harder and lower.
“Sorry,” I say back, smiling and biting my lip.
In his arms and under his lips, I feel like treasure. I feel like pure gold. His fingers savor me and his mouth adores me and his eyes make me feel free.
He kisses the insides of my thighs, gently spreading them wider and making me shudder and quake. I’ve known for a while where that mouth is going, but the second it actually happens, a shriek of delight slips out of my throat.
Andre moans a little as he slides his tongue over my wet, needy center, kissing and licking and loving the part of my body I’ve been saving for him.
Heat surges through me hard and fast as he goes down on me, his fingers gripping my thighs and his tongue sending waves of pleasure and desperate need crashing over me.
“Oh…my…you’re so…” is all I can breathlessly manage as I run my fingers through his hair and grip it for dear life.
He licks my seam and my clit harder and faster, making everything go still and silent as blood pounds in my head and my heart slams so hard it practically rattles my rib cage.
He gives a raspy grunt, looking up at me with hungry eyes, kissing and rubbing and licking every aching spot.
I grip his hair tighter, and he picks up the pace, and suddenly everything goes foggy and cloudy, and the entire world shatters as my body floods with release and pleasure and white-hot satisfaction.
I’m seeing stars once I finally catch my breath, gasping and panting and wondering what the holy hell he just did to me.
He smiles and wipes his mouth, kissing his way back up my body and grabbing my hips with his strong, commanding hands.
My body is basically made of liquid now, and I want him to do everything. Everything he wants.
“Feel good?” he mumbles as his kisses reach my cheek and ear.
“That was…”
“Please say perfect,” he teases, holding my ass and grinding his huge erection into my shaking, melty self.
I smile through a shuddery breath. “Even better.”
He kisses me more, my naked body arching and bending into him and against him as if I’ve completely and totally lost control.
I have. And I absolutely love it.
“Come here, beautiful.” He glides his hand up my body, drinking me in.
“Why are you still wearing these?” I snap the waistband of his boxers and attempt to laugh, although I’m still struggling to breathe even remotely normally.
I slide the boxers off of him, revealing the impressive length of his hard shaft, which draws a whimper from my throat and a new wave of hot desire ribboning through me.
I bite my lip and look up at him, and his gaze sparks with lust. I wrap my hands around his erection, drawing out a jolt and a slight gasp from his throat.
I glide my hand slowly up and down the length of him, each stroke making him more and more breathless as he pushes slightly into my grip.
He levels his gaze with mine, his dark eyes clouded with need. “Are you sure you’re ready?”
I don’t even have to think about that question. I know from his size that it’ll hurt a little opening me up, but I don’t care. I want him—every inch of him. And right now, in this hot, secret moment, I’m so unbelievably glad I saved myself for him.
“So beyond ready,” I say, my voice coming out somewhere between a whisper and a moan.
He shifts on top of me, and I spread my legs again, nerves and excitement and desperate desire swirling through my entire body.
He looks at me and kisses me softly.
I ache for him, my soaking-wet center needing to feel him more than I need to breathe.
I hold my breath, and every muscle in my body tightens as he enters me, slowly and gently and carefully.
“Oh!” I gasp as he starts to fill me, my tight body adjusting to him.
“It hurts?” He pulls out quickly, concern in his eyes.
I laugh breathlessly. “It’s fine, it’s fine.” I run my fingernails down his gloriously toned back, thinking for the thousandth time how lucky I feel right now. “Keep going.”
“As you wish.” He juts his chin, giving me a sinful wink.
He slowly slides into me again, and this time there’s less pressure, and I feel my body start to loosen up.
I draw in a sharp breath as he pushes deeper, clinging to his shoulders, arching my back as he goes all the way inside me.
“Holy shit,” he moans, biting his lip as his eyes cloud with pleasure and lust. “You feel fucking incredible,” he murmurs, dipping down to kiss me. “You’re okay, right?”
I hold the back of his neck and nod eagerly, desperate to feel him thrust harder and faster. “I’m perfect. Keep going.”
His hunger and need take over, and he drives into me, filling me with hot pleasure and making me want more and more with each push.
He moans my name and shoves deeper, sending ripples of chills and heat down my spine. I grip the blanket with both hands as he makes love to me, finding new ways to make me feel pleasure with every single movement of his body.
I fully lose myself in the moment, his sweet eyes, his slick skin, every inch of his amazing and mind-blowing dick. I feel like my body was made for his.
I cry out his name as I feel myself about to come again, heat reverberating through me as he speeds up and hits every perfect spot, my body tightening and squeezing around him, wet and hot and needy. If he stopped right now, I think I’d die.
Release hits me like a train once again, and I hold his body and turn into a puddle underneath him.
I can tell my orgasm is putting him over the edge, and he thrusts harder and deeper into me and moans, holding me and savoring me.
He spills into me over and over again, and I can feel his whole body relax with his release.
I wrap my legs around his narrow hips and close my eyes, trying to catch my breath and drink in the raw, overwhelming physical explosion that just happened between us.
“Wow,” he says in a husky whisper, collapsing onto me and wrapping me in his massive comfort and warmth, making me never want to leave.
“Wow is right,” I say softly, holding his hard muscles and letting myself melt into him.
He rolls off of me to lie on the blanket next to me, looking over with that sweet, sexy smile. “How are you? You’re good, right?”
I turn my head to face the ceiling and let a giddy laugh bubble in my chest. “Andre, I feel amazing. No, that’s an understatement.” I turn onto my side, facing my whole body to him, running a finger across his chest. “I feel incredible. Mind blown. Absolutely fantastic.”
He wraps me up in his solid arms and pulls my body close against his. Our heartbeats and breathing seem to synchronize.
“So…” he whispers in my ear. “Your first time. Was it perfect? You’ve been waiting for perfection.”
Chills tickle my body, and a warm joy swells in my chest. I turn my head to meet his captivating gaze. “No, Andre. I’ve been waiting for you.”
Nineteen
Kendall
A faint vibrating sound rattles in my head and brings me rushing back to reality.
I’m on the floor. On a blanket. In the safe room at The Esplanade House. Next to…
Andre Smoke. Whose shirt I’m wearing. Who took my virginity last night.
I try to fix my hair and wipe my eyes and thank God we blew out the candles before falling asleep.
I should answer the phone.
I sit up slowly, trying not to wake the sex god sleeping next to me and fumbling around for the buzzing phone.
“Hello?” I whisper withou
t even checking the name on the screen. What time is it?
“Shit. Did I wake you, sis?”
Of freaking course. It’s Wyatt. Always with the phenomenal timing.
I glance anxiously at Andre, who stirs a little and rubs his eyes. “Hey, hey. No I was just…working on something. What’s up?”
“Not too much, just wanted to check in, see how you’re doing.”
Oh, Wyatt. Oblivious Wyatt.
I force myself to try to sound normal and relaxed and not like I’m lying on the floor naked with his best friend. “I’m good, you know. Just work, life, the usual.”
“How’s Smoke’s house coming along?” he asks, his enthusiasm audible.
I draw in a breath to answer, looking over at Andre, who’s barely awake, and smile, running a finger through his curls. “Great, actually. We’re getting close to the finish line. I can’t believe how perfect it’s turning out.”
“Wouldn’t expect anything less, Ken. And hey, I’m stoked to see you this weekend! Both of you.”
Andre perks up, leaning up on his elbows. He mouths, “Is that Wyatt?”
I stifle a smile and nod frantically. “Wow, the Vikings-Riders game is this weekend. I totally forgot.”
Andre cringes and laughs heartily. “Should be fun,” he whispers, a little too loudly.
I try to hide my giggle as I reach over and jab him in the side.
“Hell yeah. You have to come out to the bar with us. The night out after the game is always a good time. Besides, you and Smoke are friends now, which is awesome.”
Clearly able to hear Wyatt’s end of the call, Andre gives an exaggerated wink. “Oh yeah. Good, good friends,” he says softly.
I laugh and cover the microphone on the iPhone, giving Andre another playful smack. “We have been seeing a lot of each other. Because of the reno,” I add quickly, my brain swirling with uncertainty about how exactly we should approach the whole Wyatt situation.
“Yeah, for sure,” Wyatt says.
I relax a little, relieved that he’s not catching on and unable to contain my silly, happy smile.
“They have this sick rooftop bar down there. It’s called the Atlantic, I think,” my brother continues. “It’s pretty bougie. I went out there with a bunch of the Riders guys when we came down last season, and it was a great time. You’d love it, Ken.”
Andre, still listening, laughs and nods slowly. “He’s right. You’d definitely dig it.”
I shush him as silently as I can and turn away, attempting to focus on the conversation with Wyatt, but completely distracted and amused by Andre. “Yeah, you know, it’s funny. I’ve actually been there. I went out with some of the women I met at a Riders game and a few of the players. It’s a crazy-nice bar. What a view, right?”
“Wow, look at you, little sis,” Wyatt teases on a laugh. “Getting all friendly with the Riders crew. Glad Smoke’s been helping you out with that. It’s the least he can do with the work you’re putting into his crib.”
Andre raises his brows and gives a cocky smile. “The least I can do,” he mocks.
“Shh,” I whisper through a giggle, focusing back on my brother. “Yeah, it’s been good. I can’t wait to see you this weekend!”
“It’ll be great. We can all hang out, have a good time.”
Andre grins. “One big happy family,” he whispers.
I roll my eyes. “Sounds awesome. I gotta run, though. Work is crazy.”
“All right, Ken. See you in a few days! Peace out.”
“Bye, Wyatt.” I click the button to end the call and make sure it’s completely disconnected before I say a word to Andre.
I purse my lips and swallow hard, laughing nervously and fixing my hair. “This is gonna be a weird weekend.”
“Don’t stress.” He leans forward and kisses me, instantly melting away all of my tenseness and worries and really any sort of cares at all. “We’ll play it cool. Chill. No heat.”
I tilt my head and give him a look. “Chill isn’t exactly my MO, in case you haven’t noticed.”
He strokes my cheek softly with his thumb, lingering on my lips and holding me with that magical gaze. “I’m chill enough for both of us. You just keep being you. Because you’re amazing.”
I know I look like a wreck. No makeup, knotty hair, nothing even close to the clean-cut perfection I prefer in my appearance. But right now, I don’t care. Andre has officially seen all of me.
He dips his head low and kisses me, grabbing my hair and angling my face toward him.
I kiss him back, smiling against his mouth and letting the moment sweep me away.
“Last night was…” he says through the kiss, holding me tightly.
“Yeah,” I agree, not even needing to hear the rest of that sentence.
His hands slide under the T-shirt and onto my skin.
“What are we gonna do about Wyatt?” I whisper as he runs his hands up and down my sides.
“I don’t know. We’ll figure it out. Don’t think about that right now—”
Was that…a voice?
We both jump, pulling away from each other, startled by the sound of a door slamming shut and several men talking.
I grab my phone and look at the clock, my hand flying to my mouth with a gasp. “Oh my…shit!” I jump up frantically. “The crew is here!”
Andre laughs, sitting up and reaching for his boxers, pulling them on.
“Crap. Where are my clothes?” I shove the blanket around, racking my brain to remember what I was wearing last night and where it would have ended up.
“You mean this?” He cocks his head, half smiling and holding up his jersey.
“Oh no,” I groan, holding my palms to my forehead and letting my mess of bed-head hair fall all over my face. “I’m a nightmare. I’m officially a train wreck.”
“Here,” Andre says, stifling a laugh and looking at me with amusement. He picks up the blanket and wraps it around my shoulders, covering me. “What are they working on today?”
I puff out a breath and try to think amidst my panic. “Uh, upstairs, mostly. Finishings in the guest suites and media room up there.”
“Okay.” He tightens the blanket around me. “We’ll sneak out the back and get you right to your car. No one will see you, I promise. Text everyone and say you’re running late. It’ll all be fine.”
I nod, knowing I don’t really have a choice. “The jersey move seemed like such a great idea in my head. I didn’t really consider all the possible situations.”
“The jersey move was awesome,” he assures me with a smile. “Now, follow me.”
I shuffle from the secret room and out of the back of the house by the giant pool deck, blanket at my neck and my nerves in my throat. I don’t know how I would explain this to any of my employees.
“Is this what a walk of shame feels like?” I whisper to Andre as he guides me through the shrubs around the side of the house. “I feel like I’m on a walk of shame.”
He shakes his head and laughs softly as we finally reach my car. He opens the driver’s side door and peeks around the wall. “You’re totally fine.”
I slide into the seat, blanket and all, and laugh with relief at the ridiculousness of all of this.
I start the car and shove the gearshift into reverse, beyond eager to get away from the jobsite in Andre’s shirt and my panties.
“Kendall, wait.” He holds the door open.
“Yeah?” I look up at him, the golden sparkles in his eyes glinting in the morning sunlight. I’ve never seen anyone so handsome.
“How do you feel? About…everything? Last night was a big deal, and I want to make sure—”
“Andre, you’re so incredibly sweet. I’m happy, I’m good. I’m not wearing pants,” I say through an eager laugh.
“Right, sorry. Okay, get home. I’ll catch you later.”
I pull out and zip down the long driveway, praying I go unnoticed, and totally incapable of wiping the enormous smile from my face.
I’ve never felt less like myself, but I’ve also never felt more alive.
Twenty
Andre
“God, I am so ready to kick some ass.” Leo Sterling claps his hands loudly and gives Chase and Elliot high fives.
“It’s the Vikings game, boys,” Chase declares in his hype-man voice, standing on a bench in the locker room. “We’re three and O right now, and I fully expect that we keep the winning streak alive today.”
A chorus of “hell yeahs” and “let’s fucking go’s” echoes through the room.
I clench my jaw and glance at the clock. An hour until kickoff. The thought that I have to line up on defense and look my best friend directly in the eye, knowing full well I took his sister’s virginity three days ago, makes me uneasy.
I pull my cleats out of my locker and crouch down to lace them up as some of the other guys on the team start stretching, getting muscle wraps, and doing their weird pregame rituals.
I gotta shake off this confusion and conflict, or else I’m gonna play like shit. And as much as Wyatt is my boy, I’m way too competitive to even consider being okay with a loss today.
“Bringing your A game, right, Smoke?” Dylan smacks my head as he walks past me. “We need your ass ready to go on that D line.”
“Of fucking course, bro.” I sound like I’m trying to convince myself. Probably because I am.
If I did tell Wyatt, I don’t even know what I would say. Kendall and I aren’t an official couple, or are we? Fuck. I don’t even know. I want to be, but I don’t want to rush anything.
I lean forward and pinch the bridge of my nose, scuffing the rubber floor with my feet and wondering what the hell is the best thing to do.
My guilty conscience is nagging at me to go talk to Wyatt before the game, but what would I even say? Hey man, I boned your sister. All right, see you out there!
Probably wouldn’t go over well.
I hold my head up, running a hand through my hair and telling myself I just need to man up and get over it.
“I don’t know, it’s just…” Chase Kennedy’s voice is hushed and concerned, his pregame hype clearly gone in an instant.
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