Reaching the bottom of the stairs, I look up catching Ander ogling me. Oh no! I see what Pops is talking about. All this time, I’ve been turning a blind eye because I have been up-front about my feelings. I need to address this before we get to the party, so there is no mistaking that my heart is spoken for.
When we pull up to the house, the music is loud, and people and cars are everywhere. I look over at Ander.
“A small party huh?”
He shrugs his shoulders.
“You know how it is… people share info, and bam, everyone and their brother shows up.”
“Yeah, I guess. Just stay with me, okay? You’ll be the only person I know here,” I say, concerned. “Before we head in, I just want to address something first.”
“Okay, you have my full attention,” he jokes.
“Corbin will be coming for the weekend tomorrow, and I want to make it clear that you and I are just friends.”
“Yeah, Kennedy. You’ve made that crystal clear. Even if I don’t like it,” he winks.
As we walk up to the house, people are stopping Ander left and right.
“Who’s the sex kitten?” a tall, slender male with dark chestnut hair, and seriously good-looking asks. But the way his eyes penetrate exploring the curves of my figure made my stomach knot and my skin crawl.
“This is my friend, Kennedy. Kennedy, this is Jordan.”
“Nice to meet you,” I say.
“Yes, indeed. The pleasure’s all mine, Kennedy,” he hissed.
“I tell you, some people,” I say while walking away.
Ander laughs and says, “Sorry Ked-Kat, you’re going to get that a lot tonight. You are new meat in town, and only a handful of people here know about you. Oh, yeah… I’m supposed to ask you if you wouldn’t mind taking some photos of the shop for a new brochure my uncle wants to put together. You down?”
“Yeah, I’m in. Lord knows I can use the money.”
“We’ll go over specifics at a later date. Let’s go have some fun, baby.”
Taking me by the hand, he walks us through the house while bumping into people left and right along the way.
“You want anything to drink?” he yells right in my face.
“Yes, whatever you’re having,” I yell back bringing my face even closer to his. He is similar in height to Corbin but much leaner.
“You want to do a couple shots with me then we can stick to beer?” he yells over his shoulder. I nod yes, getting a sexy as hell smile from him.
We head towards a makeshift bar, and I can’t see what he is getting for us. Turning, he hands me my shot.
“Ready to down this bad boy?” he says.
“Ready as I’m ever going to be. Bottoms up.”
We click glasses and down it goes.
“Oh God!! What is that shit?” I question.
“Tequila, baby,” he laughs.
“Yeah, more like to-kill-ya,” laughing, I say.
“That was so strong. I don’t remember it being that strong.”
“Let’s do one more to loosen us up a little.”
“Alright, you wouldn’t be trying to get me drunk would you?” I teasingly question nudging him in the side.
“Me, never!” he laughs and winks.
By the second shot, I’m feeling a little tipsy and ready to party. A rock song comes on; Ander grabs my hand and pulls me into him, we sway to the beat. Then, a slow song comes on; ‘Daylight by Maroon 5’ he grabs me guiding me forward molding me to the shape of his body and his arms circle around me. As uncomfortable as I thought it would be, I feel comfortable with Ander’s arms around me.
“You smell so good,” he states.
“Thank you,” I say looking up at him.
I’m so caught up in the moment that I almost miss Ander’s parted lips drifting down towards mine, at the last second I move my face away. I feel his piercing brush along the side of my cheek just briefly. I push away, and my anger spreads like wildfire igniting my rage. Intense, crystal clear baby blues stare back at me. I frown and finally find my voice as my hands ball up into fists.
“Ander, my heart belongs to someone else. I will never be able to care for you the way you deserve.”
“You let me hold you. The soft feel of your body moving with mine, your glossy, pink lips so inviting and I couldn’t deny myself any longer.”
I look down to the ground and say, “I’m sorry if you took us dancing together like I was inviting something more beyond just being friends. It’s his lips I want to kiss and his face I see when I close my eyes. I’m sorry, Ander. I’m so sorry. I will never be able to return the same feelings. I hope you can find that kind of love with someone one day you deserve it. I should never have come here with you in the first place.”
Stopping my words, he slams his mouth to mine. His kiss it’s forceful, and I move trying to push him away, but he holds me there captive like prey. I try moving away as I squeeze the seam of my lips tightly together not allowing him access with his tongue like he’s so desperately trying to invade mine with.
I can’t let this happen! I can’t let him inside, and I don’t want this. I pull back slapping him so hard across his face that he stumbles back and narrows his eyes at me. Fear is all I feel.
“You are a fucking tease. All these weeks you’ve let me think you were interested,” he screams.
“No, I did not!” I object. “Ander, I thought we were friends and nothing more. That’s all I ever wanted.”
“No, you didn’t; you want this,” he says as he rubs his hard erection against my leg. “Let me show you how I can love you, Kennedy.”
“Ander! You’ve had too much to drink and so have I. Let’s not say something we will regret. Please, take me home… no, you know what? I’ll find my own way home.”
“I’m sorry, Kennedy! I didn’t mean to say that. You did kiss me back.”
“No, I did not. You forced yourself on me, asshole. Hence the zero access of your tongue. I’m sorry if you got your signals crossed, but it wasn’t my intention. I was caught up in the moment, and I did make it clear before we even stepped foot into this house there was nothing more on my part. I miss Corbin so bad it hurts and this makes me feel so guilty, but I won’t be making that mistake again.” I turn, as I hold the tears at bay. I let the numbness capture me in a protective blanket. .
“Kennedy, wait!”
I bolt for the front door. I bump into a hard body falling to the ground. Strong hands lift me. I look up, and the asshat who was hissing at me earlier is my rescuer.
“Thank you.” I rip my arm away from him. “Jordan, is it?” I question.
“Yes, you remember.”
“Well, not many boys hiss at girls like a snake the way you did earlier. I got it from here. Have a good night.”
Turning, he jerks my arm hard, twisting me back into him.
“Take your goddamn hands off her, man,” Ander screams at the top of his lungs.
“Alright, dude, relax. She’s all yours. She’s way too feisty for my taste and a waste of time if you ask me. But we all like different flavors,” he says while hissing once again.
Who the fuck hisses like that?
I turn, swinging my arm around giving him a good right hook and bring my knee straight up into his groin as I watch the fucker fall to the ground in agony. Ander grabs me, lifting me barely off the ground and rushes me out the door. Ouch, my hand aches and starts to burn like it’s on fire. This is much different without tape.
“Where in the hell did you learn to do that?” Laughing, he watches me in awe.
“Corbin Nash is my teacher and the one who holds my heart.”
“Wait. What? The Corbin Nash? As in the MMA fighter, Corbin Nash?”
“Yes, one in the same.”
“Holy shit! You got to be fucking kidding me? Fuck, no wonder you got it bad for him, but wait, Kennedy… he’s the biggest player alive. He fucks girls and leaves them. They don’t call him ‘The Core Crusher’ for nothing.”
“I’m aware of this fact, and it’s complicated.”
“This is nuts. I’m here with Nash’s girl, and the dude is going to fuck my shit up if he finds out what happened tonight with that kiss.”
“You should see your face. Relax, will ya? He’s not going to do anything to you. You and I are going to act like this never happened, and you’re going to keep your hands to yourself from now on.” I look down at my watch and see that it’s just after midnight. “Holy shit! You need to hurry and get me home. You okay to drive?”
“Yeah, I think I just got my shit scared straight.”
The drive to my house is a quiet one. I’m worried about what happened tonight, but I know I can never tell Corbin. Ugh! Why did he have to go and kiss me? That kiss was awful and nothing like the heat behind the kisses Corbin and I share.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Corbin
Today is the day I will finally see my girls, and, boy, the excitement rushing through my veins is driving me mad. The lady I’m sitting next to on the plane asks if I’m okay. Am I okay?
I’m nervous as hell. The thought of feeling Kennedy in my arms as our lips reconnect is what’s gotten me all psycho. My rental car is curbside and ready for me. I pick up some flowers for Kennedy, and a Hello Kitty stuffed animal for Ashlynn, at the airport shop.
I turn on the dirt road and see the huge house out in the distance. Getting closer, I spot a white hair gentleman standing in front of the house, and that’s when I lay eyes on Kennedy. The man nods over in my direction looking to be informing Kennedy of my arrival. I pull in, but she still hasn’t noticed me. I put the car in park, grab the flowers and stuffed animal, and open the door. That’s when I hear the best sound in the world.
“Corbee!” Ashlynn squeals.
She is running for me, so I hold out my arms and collect her.
“Oh, I’ve missed you, Ash!”
“I miss you back.”
Grabbing my face in Ashlynn fashion, she kisses me with so much force. I laugh and say, “Wow, someone sure missed me.”
Throwing her arms around my neck, she squeezes me tightly.
I turn us towards Kennedy and see Jagger forty plus years from now. Wow, the resemblance is crazy, he’s watching me. I bend down, placing Ashlynn back on the ground. I hand her the Hello Kitty I got for her.
I take a step closer towards Kennedy, and that’s when she bolts, running as fast as her feet will carry her in my direction. I must look like a lovesick fool, but right here right now I could give two shits. She leaps into my arms, and I fold my arms around her, sticking my nose straight into the curve of her neck inhaling a deep whiff of her fresh, flowery scent.
“You’re here. You’re really here, and you’re growing out your hair,” she squeals.
“I’m here. Man, I’ve fucking missed you. Do you like it?”
Pulling back, we examine one another. I claim her lips with mine, she opens for me, and our tongues twist in union.
“Yes, I love it,” she says her fingers feathering through my hair and tugs it baiting me. “I can run my fingers through it and pull on it now,” she grins into my ear.
“Well! Well! This must be Corbin Nash,” The older man’s voice discloses behind me.
Pulling away, I glance over in the direction of the voice.
“Pops, this handsome devil is Corbin, my Corbin, the one I’ve been telling you all about.”
Setting Kennedy back on her feet, I walk over and put out my hand.
“Hello, sir. I’m Corbin Nash. It’s great to finally meet you.”
“Same here, son. You can call me James, or as this little beauty calls me, Pops.”
I shake his hand. Ashlynn comes over to me and places her hand in mine.
“Baby, Corbin probably wants to get his stuff and bring it into the house,” Kennedy says to her.
“It’s okay, Boss. It can wait a little while.”
Reaching down, I pick Ashlynn up. I notice the flowers I bought are on the ground beside me.
“Sorry, Boss! I got these for you, but in the midst of being mauled, I sort of dropped them. Sorry.” Reaching down, I pick them up and hand them to her.
“Mauled, huh! I’ll show you mauled.” She jumps into my arms again as I’m holding Ashlynn. I catch her and engulf them in a big hug.
“I sure missed my girls.” They giggle and hug me harder.
“Kennedy, you bring that boy here so I can meet him.”
“Yes, Grams.”
I place Kennedy down, but grab her hand and I look over to where her grandmother is watching us through the screen door on the porch.
We were tinkering with that masterpiece.”
She points in the direction of the Malibu.
“Nice ride.”
“Isn’t she’s the prettiest car you’ve ever laid eyes on? Your stang comes in at a close second to her. Sorry.”
I laugh. “She is a lovely treasure for sure.”
His fiery copper eyes darken, and somehow I know he was no longer talking about the car.
“Son, we better get you inside so you can meet my wife, Vadera. She’ll have our heads if we don’t get to moving.”
“Okay, sir. Let’s roll ladies.”
Walking inside, I smell what must be an apple pie fresh out of the oven.
“Something sure smells good. Is that an apple pie I smell?”
“Yes, it sure is. Good nose there, Playboy,” Kennedy teases.
“Come here boy, let me get a better look at you. Well, sweet pea, you were right. He sure is quite a looker,” her grandmother says.
“I told ya, Grams.” Kennedy grins sheepishly over at me.
“Hi, ma’am. I’m Corbin Nash. It’s so great to finally meet you,” I say while tossing out an outstretched hand.
“Boy, I don’t shake hands; I’m a hugger. Now come here so I can give you a proper squeeze,” she says.
Kennedy
I’m lying here in bed, so sexually frustrated while the answer to my darkest desires is just down the hall. Ever since Corbin arrived, my body has done nothing but crave his. He woke up my lady bits from the dormant state they’ve been frozen in since his absence. Sighing heavily, I sit up on the side of my bed. Standing, I throw on my robe and head downstairs to the kitchen.
The moon is extremely bright tonight, casting a silvery glow and shadows around the room. I walk over to the sink, looking out into the night’s sky through the large kitchen bay window. Turning to the cupboard, I grab a glass and turn on the faucet to fill it with water. I hear footsteps behind me, and I know it’s him before he even hits the last step on the stairs. I turn in his direction, walk the short distance to him, and throw myself into his arms.
“You okay, Boss?” he asks with concern.
“Just hold me, Corbin. I just need you to hold me.”
“Always, Kennedy.”
I pull back, my eyes full of desire glancing up to his. I’m so wound up and horny I can’t take this shit any longer. I smash my hungry lips so hard trying to leave my imprint on his. He predicted my next move, how could he not, knowing exactly what he does to me. I wonder if his body craves mine the way mine craves his. Lifting me up, he says through our kiss, “Wrap those sexy legs around me, Boss.”
Way ahead of you, buddy is all I think.
Stopping the kiss, he pulls away from me.
“Where to?” he says.
“Upstairs, Ashlynn’s playroom in the attic. No one will be able to hear us up there.”
“Are you sure?” he questions.
“Yes!” I whisper in his ear. “Now get moving before I change my mind.”
He turns and moves with such power, forcing me to grab ahold of him tightly. He carries me up the stairs and stops just outside the open door.
“I know you think I’m a player who likes to jerk females around, but…”
I pressed my finger over his mouth in protest.
“Hush. Not now, Corbin! I need you inside me.”
G
roaning, he claims my swollen lips, sweeping strokes with his expert tongue. At first it’s forceful then it turns soft and gentle as if he’s savoring my lips, memorizing them. He reaches for my tank top and yanks it forcefully over my head. I hit his face with my elbow, and he cries out. I burst into a fit of laughter as he follows suit.
“Fuck, that hurt my cheek. My skills backfired in your favor. You give a mean elbow, Boss,” he laughs.
“Sorry, I kind of got carried away with my limbs.”
Grabbing his handsome face between the palms of my hands, I tease pecking along his rock-hard jawline, and press a kiss to his bottom lip capturing it between my teeth. I nibble and suck his bottom lip into my mouth then release. His hand smoothed over the length of my back pulling me to him bringing us skin to skin. My nipples pucker and bead at his burning hot flesh. The puddle that now resides in my panties is seeping through onto his skin. Closing the door, he pins me up against it and grips my hair pulling it so hard forcing my head back giving him access to my neck. He softly places feather light kisses along my delicate neck down to my collarbone, down along my full breast, and licks playfully over my nipple, then sucks in my nipple, wrenching a whimper in response. My breathing is labored, and I want him inside me so badly that I’m about to combust right here against his rock-hard cock.. Reaching down, I put my hand inside his pants and grab his length, stroking it up and down.
“Awe fuck, babe, that feels so good.”
I push his pants down along with his boxers, and they fall down his legs into a puddle around his feet. I pull back to look down at his huge throbbing cock in my hand. I rub my thumb along the ridges on his head, smearing the pre-cum into his skin. Then I reach up and suck teasingly on my thumb, gazing up at him through my lashes. His irises grow darker. I bring my hand back down to his length and start stroking him hard. Something snaps between us. The next thing I know he reaches down, ripping my thong apart and slams his dick into me with such force that I cry out as I bite down on his flesh to muffle my moan. He moves us into the room more and places me down on the floor. I cry out in pain.
“Awe fuck! There’s something under me.”
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