Closing my eyes, I take another hit of the joint I’ve been smoking for the last few minutes, before putting it out with my fingers. I’ve been chilling in the bed of my truck for the past hour, not ready to go home yet.
After my shift ended at Midnight, I went to Underground, but couldn’t get my head into skating. The only place I wanted to be was right here with Kennedy. The more time I spend with her, the more I fall for her, and it’s fucking with my head to not know if she’s ready for me yet.
I know it’s only been a day since she told Dax they need a break, but I need to work fast if I’m going to ensure that break remains permanent. I can’t let the little bit of guilt I feel hold me back. I keep reminding myself he brought this on himself. He could’ve had any girl he wanted—all the girls had a crush on him—yet he chose the one I wanted just to make sure I couldn’t have it.
I sit up and crack my neck. Last call is in ten minutes, and there’s only one car left in the parking lot other than mine and Kennedy’s. I’m counting on that person to leave real soon. I’m growing impatient to be alone with her.
Finally, about ten minutes after last call, some older guy steps out of the bar. I give him a few minutes to take off before I jump out of my truck, shut the tailgate, and head for the door.
“Last call was ten minutes ago,” Kennedy calls out without looking up to see who just walked in. “Sorry…” She pauses, a small smile taking over when she sees me. “I thought you left a long time ago.”
“I did.” I lock the door behind me. “But I’m back now.”
She eyes me over, looking more nervous the closer I get to her. “What are you doing back? Don’t you have other places you’d rather be?”
I shake my head. “You already know the answer to that, Kennedy? Why ask it?”
“I don’t know,” she whispers when I stop in front of her. All it takes is her gaze lowering to my lips and I lose it, picking her up and slamming her against the wall. My mouth captures hers and everything else fucking disappears when she kisses me back, her tongue dipping into my mouth.
She isn’t my brother’s; never has been. This girl is mine. I need to show her that before it’s too late. “Colson,” she pants the moment our lips part. “You should’ve gone home.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” With one hand, I yank my shirt over my head, my hat falling off in the process, before crushing my lips to hers again, her taste making me hard. I want inside of her so fucking bad that I can hardly contain myself. Years’ worth of desire is finally coming to a head.
She moans and slams her head against the wall when I grind my erection between her legs and dig my teeth into her bottom lip. “Dammit, Colson.” Her hands tangle into my hair and she tugs when I move against her again, showing her how badly I want her. “Don’t do that again.”
I smile against her mouth and reach for her shirt. When she doesn’t protest, I pull it over her head and toss it aside, my eyes devouring her breasts that are popping out of her little white bra. “You’re fucking beautiful, Kennedy. Every inch of you.”
She breathes hard against my lips, as if me calling her beautiful has her just as ready to lose control as I am. With my eyes on hers, I run my hand over her breast, before squeezing it in my palm. My dick jumps from excitement over the feel of her.
“I’m yours if you want me, Kennedy.” I pull her away from the wall to set her on top of the bar, before running my bottom lip along her upper one. “Give me the word and I’ll fuck you on this bar right now.”
She stares at me in silence, her chest quickly rising and falling as if she’s already imaging me on top of her. That makes two of us. “I can’t have sex with you.” I bite her bottom lip and she moans, gripping my hair with both hands as I move my way down her neck. “It’s barely been a day since I told Dax I needed space. I don’t know what I want. I’m confused.”
I gently dig my teeth into her neck, before running my tongue over it. “You’re not confused,” I point out. “You know who you want, Kennedy. You’re just afraid to admit it.”
“I don’t know anything.” She tugs my hair, pulling me away from her neck. “And once I have sex with you, there’s no turning back. Do you not get that?”
I back away and exhale, frustration taking over. “You don’t need to turn back. You need to move forward and go after what you really want. Can you honestly say that’s my brother?”
“No,” she whispers. “I don’t know.”
Fisting her hair, I move back between her legs, my erection digging into her. Her eyes close and her chest moves faster. “Things would feel like this all the time with me. Does my brother make you feel this way?”
“I’m not going to answer that.”
“Because you know the answer is no,” I say against her mouth, before sucking her bottom lip into mine. “Or else you wouldn’t be kissing me.” I dip my tongue out and she instantly parts her lips, allowing me access again. “See. You enjoy this as much as me. Fucking let go.” I slide my hand in between her legs, my fingers slipping just under the leg of her shorts. “You like the way it feels when I touch you?”
She nods and I slide my hand in farther, stopping at her panty line.
“If you don’t want this, tell me to stop.” I rest my forehead against hers, our heavy breaths hitting each other’s. “Last chance,” I whisper.
When she doesn’t tell me no, I slip my fingers into her panties, her wetness causing me to growl against her mouth. She’s so fucking aroused right now and it’s because of me. I’m the one touching her, not Dax.
“Fuck.” I grab her head and cover her mouth with mine, taking control as I slip a finger into her pussy, catching her moans with my mouth. “I need to make you come. I’ve been dying to for years, wanting to know what it’d sound like when you come undone for me.”
I squeeze another finger inside, and she throws her head back, her nails digging into my shoulder when I begin moving my fingers in and out, fucking her slow to get a feel for her pussy and what she likes. When I hit a certain spot and she cries out, I hit it over and over again, until her body is shaking above me. But before she can come, I pull my fingers out and suck them clean, making her watch me as I taste her.
She swallows, her eyes on my mouth as she fights to even her breathing. The way her body quivers from watching me suck my fingers clean tells me just how much she loves the idea of me tasting her. That has me wanting to taste more of her.
After adjusting my painfully hard dick, I grip her shorts with both hands and slowly pull them down her body, admiring every inch of her flawless skin on the way.
I don’t know what’s on Kennedy’s mind right now, but she hasn’t pushed me away yet, so I move along to her panties next, pulling them down too. The sight of her pussy bared to me, so smooth and wet, has my body on fire with need as I move in to run my tongue along her inner thigh.
The moment my tongue touches her skin, she thrusts her hips up and grips at my hair again, the anticipation of me pleasuring her taking over her body. I move my tongue slowly across her skin to work her up even more, stopping right at the intersection between her thigh and pussy.
Looking up to meet her gaze, I gently dig my teeth in, causing her to growl out in frustration at me. “I’m going to Hell,” she breathes out.
I smile against her thigh, moving down to gently swipe my tongue along her wet pussy, before swirling my tongue once around her clit. Her taste has my dick straining against my jeans. They suddenly feel so fucking tight.
She moans out and pulls my hair when I gently lick her again, testing and teasing her. You learn a lot about eating a woman out by paying attention to her reactions. That’s what I do, working my tongue along her pussy and clit in different ways and different pressures until I find the reaction I want.
Satisfied, I increase the speed and intensity of my tongue until I have her biting her bottom lip to keep from screaming out for me. Fuck that. I want her screaming.
“We’re alone. Stop fuck
ing holding back.” With force, I grab her thighs and yank them apart, her pussy wide open for me. I dive right back in, rotating between sucking and licking, increasing the pressure until she’s pulling on my hair and screaming out her pleasure, unable to control her orgasm.
I know she hates me right now, embarrassed that I have her body lashing out, but she’ll crave me after this. She’ll hate me for a while, but still want more. And honestly, I’ll take what I can get until I have all of her.
Releasing her thighs, I stand and wrap my fist into her red hair, making her look at me. “Don’t be ashamed of coming for me. I plan to make it happen a lot more. Just wait.”
Breathing heavily, she runs her hands through her hair and closes her legs. “I should be ashamed, Colson. I don’t get why you don’t understand that.”
“Why?” I question against her lips. “Because your boyfriend’s little brother can make you come harder than he can?” I whisper. “Remember that when he’s fighting to keep you.”
She doesn’t say anything. Instead, she hops down to her feet and quickly gets dressed, before running her hands over her face. “The bar of all places too. I’m supposed to be managing this place soon. I can’t do this kind of shit, Colson.”
“Are you sure?” I question, reaching for a smoke. “Because you just did, and you loved it. You can manage this place and still have fun. I can show you the many ways how.”
“I need to close up and you need to go.” She goes to walk toward the office, but I grab her waist and kiss her long and hard, before walking out and heading to my truck.
It was hard to concentrate on my closing duties after Colson left. I lost count of how many times I had to recount the money before finally putting it into the safe and moving on to the next task. I don’t know what came over me to let Colson do those things to me, and here of all places.
What if my Grandmother had stopped in to check on things? She’s done it plenty of times in the past when I was closing-up for the night. I don’t know how I would’ve explained me on the bar, half-naked, with Colson’s face between my legs. Not only is he Colson Bennett, but he’s also our new employee. Soon, I’ll be his boss. That would’ve looked real professional.
The memory of Colson pleasuring me has my skin on fire for the millionth time since he walked away tonight, and my body is still tingling and sensitive from the orgasm he gave me. I’ve never had one so intense that my entire body felt like an explosion, but with him, that’s exactly how it felt.
I never knew a guy going down on me could feel so good. Dax has never worked his tongue like that; not even close, and the fact that Colson mentioned being able to make me come harder than his brother had me feeling guilty. Turned on, albeit, but guilty.
Pushing my thoughts aside before I allow them to drive me crazy, I clean the bar off for the fifth time, finally grabbing the bucket and pouring the bleach water into the sink. All that’s left is to turn the lights off and lock up. I should’ve been out of here over an hour ago, but maybe I’ve been stalling and putting it off, hoping Colson will be sleeping by the time I get home.
I’m not sure I can face him tonight; not after his tongue was just between my legs, making me scream for him. No. Just no.
Too bad for me, I don’t have much of a choice, because when I walk outside, Colson is sitting on a picnic table looking at me. Butterflies fill my stomach and I reach down to touch it, hoping the feeling will go away. It doesn’t. “What are you still doing here?”
He stands and turns his baseball cap backward. Why must you do that? He knows just how hot he looks that way. “Waiting on you.”
“Why?”
He smiles, as if it should be obvious. I’m beginning to love that smile a little too much. “I want to spend time with you. No interruptions. Just us.”
There goes that feeling in my belly again. It’s something I haven’t felt in years, if ever. “So, you’ve been out here for the last hour waiting just so you can spend time with me? It’s nearly three a.m.”
He nods and shoves his hands into his pockets, causing his jeans to lower enough to show the top of his V. I hate how incredibly defined and drool worthy it is. “It appears so.”
“What do you have in mind?” slips out before I can talk some sense into myself. Truth is, I’m not tired, and I have a feeling I won’t be for a long time. My choices are to either toss and turn in my bedroom with Colson right outside the door or hang out with him and hope like hell I don’t make any more mistakes.
He steps up to me, smiles, and grabs my hand, pulling me to him, his fingers intertwining with mine. “Let’s find out. I’m driving.” He guides me to his truck and opens the door for me to climb in.
My heart races at the memory of the last time I was in his truck with him, my hand on his thigh. Being alone with Colson will only lead to bad things—very bad things—yet I let him drive away with me in his truck, no clue as to where he’s even taking me.
He pulls up at Travis’s apartment building and parks. “Really? Travis’s place?”
He smirks and yanks the key from the ignition. “Nope. My place.” We meet at the front of his truck and he grabs my hand again as if it’s a natural thing to do. I’ll admit, it feels nice. Really nice. “I got the keys two days ago.”
He begins walking, but I stop him. “Wait. Why are you still sleeping on our couch then? I thought you weren’t getting the keys until Wednesday.”
“I’m waiting on furniture.” He takes off walking again, guiding me to the apartment right across from Travis’s. Uneasiness fills me at the thought of just how big of a party these two could throw being right across the hall from each other. Girls going back and forth… partying all night. I’m not stupid. I know just about every girl in town wants Colson. “My furniture is being delivered tomorrow between eleven and two. Tonight will be my last night on your couch.”
I thought hearing that would make me happy, but it makes me feel the opposite. Keeping that disappointment to myself, I step into the empty apartment, him walking in behind me and closing the door. It’s a little bigger and nicer than I expected with a little bar in the kitchen. “It’s nice. Seems like the perfect place for you. Room to skate and chill.”
“Nah.” He reaches into the cupboard and pulls down a bottle of Disaronno, before grabbing two glasses. “The perfect place for me would be with you.” His eyes linger on mine for a moment, before he tosses a few ice cubes into each glass and pours in some liquor. “But we have time to figure that out.”
I smile when he hands me one of the glasses before tilting his back. “We? What makes you think there’s a we?”
He sets his glass down and brushes a strand of hair behind my left ear. “I didn’t say there was… yet.” Grabbing my chin, he lowers his head until his mouth is hovering above mine. “But I think we both know I won’t give up until there is.”
“What if I want you to give up to make things easier on me? Then what?” I whisper, his breath on my lips driving me mad. “Maybe I belong with your brother. Ever think of that?”
“Fuck no,” he growls, pulling me flush against his body. “You never belonged with him. Why do you think I came back? You don’t think I asked about you after I moved away? That I wasn’t keeping tabs on you and my brother to find the perfect time to show up?”
“You’ve been checking into our relationship?” I ask, confused. “Just so you could come back and steal me away from your brother when you felt the time was right?”
“Yes,” he says unashamed. “And if you think I give up as easily as my brother, you’re mistaken, Kennedy. That’s where we’re different. When I want something, I take it, and once I have it, I keep it.”
Knowing it’s me he wants to keep has me downing the rest of my drink and fighting to catch my breath. It’s burning up in here. Or maybe it’s just me. Or him. I don’t know. Sure, I knew he wanted me. But a part of me thought it was just for fun. A temporary high for him. I wasn’t ready for this. Not by a long shot.
“But that’s not why I brought you here.” He picks me up and sets me on the island, pouring me another drink. “You looked like you needed a temporary escape. Just some time to breathe. I find it easy to do that here. I’ve been coming here since I got the key. Thought you might like it too.”
I nod and take a sip of my drink. “It is kind of nice,” I admit, watching as he takes a seat against the wall. “The emptiness is sort of calming in a way.”
He smiles up at me and brings his glass to his lips. “Good. We’ll stay here for as long as you want. I don’t have shit else to be doing.”
It’s silent, the two of us looking at each other. I think it’s the first time I’ve really understood just how beautiful he truly is. I see perfection when I look at him. Even in the scars he bears. There’s one just under his bottom lip from that time he ate gravel when he was fifteen, and I find myself wanting to kiss it; to feel it under my lips.
Getting too wrapped up in him, I clear my throat, take a drink of my Amaretto, and jump down from the island. “It might be just a little too quiet in here,” I admit. “Play some music, maybe?”
Smiling, he reaches into his jeans for his phone and tosses it to me. “Go ahead. I’ll let you choose.”
“All right.” I smile back and scroll through his playlists, choosing the one that has a mix of Matt Maeson, MISSIO, and Twenty One Pilots. After hitting play, I toss his phone back to him.
After catching it, he disappears into a room, coming back a few seconds later with one of his old skateboards. Without a word, he sets it down at my feet and grins up at me. “Remember this board?”
I smile and place my foot on it. “Yeah. I’m surprised it’s still standing. You beat the shit out of this thing for like five years.”
He nods and hops onto the island, watching as I skate around on the hardwood floor. “You look really good on it. You were always the hottest girl on a skateboard. Still are.” He adjusts the crotch of his jeans and slams back the rest of his drink. The way his gaze roams over my body makes me even hotter than I already was. “You have no idea how hard it is not to fuck you right now.”
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