“Girl, I was worried I was gonna have to come over there with my fryin’ pan,” she drawls as I walk into the kitchen with sweat pouring down my body. I hated the damn weather in Texas.
“Why on earth would you bring the frying pan?” Placing my hands on my hips, I stare her down with the same expression she’s throwing my way.
“Cause’, I thought I was going to have to beat Dallas’ head with it for getting you in his bed.” Her face is so serious that I can’t help but laugh. Not even a chuckle or a slight giggle, this laugh is a full-fledged belly laugh that makes tears stream down my cheeks. “Girl, why you laughing?” Stella is staring like I’ve lost my mind and I double over in laughter. “Now, I’m gonna use this damn frying pan to beat your ass!”
“I.” I try to stop but fail. “I’m sorry.” Gripping my sides from the pain of laughing, I stand to look at her. “Stella, I was not in his bed. Austin had an accident and Dallas had to bring him to the emergency room. I’m pretty sure his hand is broken, but Dallas asked me to put the horses back in the barn.”
“Oh lord, I knew that boy would kill himself with them things. They wasn’t made to be tamed, I tell ya.” She sits down, fanning herself with her makeshift fan as she sips on her sweet tea, which I’m sure she’s poured some bourbon into. “We’ll fry up some chicken and send some mashed potatoes and greens on over there tonight.”
“We will or I will bring them?” I raise my eyebrow as I take a sip of my own glass of tea.
“Girl, you know me so well. But, I think I’ll go too. I been missing seeing that sexy man candy next door. I’ve been too busy playing match,” she stops in the middle of her sentence.
“Playing what?”
“Nothin. Not a damn thing. Come on now, I don’t pay you to sit on that perfectly shaped behind of yours.” She lets out a laugh as she rises from the chair. “But you better come on here, cause these chicken legs ain’t frying themselves.”
“Uh huh. Stella, if you’re trying to play matchmaker with Dallas and me, it won’t work. We have a past undoubtedly and I can’t remember any of it.” I stand slowly, following her to the counter so that I can help her batter the chicken and get it frying.
“Well, baby girl. You never say never with a fine specimen of a man like Dallas. That boy deserves a good woman, and once I’m done with you, you’ll be the best one out there.”
“Gee, thanks,” I grumble as I dip the chicken legs into the eggs before putting them in the flour and special spices, the particulars of which Stella has yet to tell me.
“I didn’t mean you wasn’t a prize to be had. I’m just saying, with my cooking skills, that man will be beggin’ you to be his.” She puts a couple of pieces of chicken into the grease, letting it brown, as she looks me over. “Trust me. That’s how I got my hubby.”
“Oh Stella, I am not ever going to second guess you. But, Dallas and me, we aren’t ever going to be anything.” I sigh, continuing to batter the chicken.
“Oh yeah, you will. I’ve seen how that boy looks at you. Mirrored in your eyes too, mmhmm.” She smiles coyly before she pulls out some of the chicken. “Now, I’m just gonna send you, because that boy is gonna be grateful for everything you did.”
“Stella,” I roll my eyes as I put my hands on my hips. “I don’t need you to play matchmaker. If it’s meant to happen it will.”
“You’re damn right. Because baby, I have seen pictures of you two when you were younger. You can act like you ain’t got nothing for that boy, but them pictures say otherwise,” she smiles as she plates the chicken and the other food. “Now, for the last thing you’re doing today. Go bring this to him and leave a plate for Austin.”
“You sure are meddling into people’s lives.”
“No, baby. I just know Dallas is a good man and he needs someone. He’s been lonely for far too long.”
I take in her eyes, seeing that she’s being sincere. I don’t know what he’s done for her, but he’s won her good graces, and I know that’s hard to do. I nod my head, as I shrug and take the plates from her. “I’ll take these plates, but don’t be upset when nothing comes of it.”
“Deal,” she agrees smugly.
As I walk out the door for the second time today to head over to the Garrison Ranch, all I can think is, what the hell am I getting myself into?
Thirty minutes of waiting around at Dallas’ house and he finally returns home. I’m sitting on the rocking chair when he notices me. “Kennedy?”
“Hey, how’s Austin?”
“Have you been sitting out here since I left?” His face contorts into one of concern and I want to jump up and comfort him.
“No, I went back to Stella’s after putting the horses up. We cooked y’all some chicken,” holding the plate up, I smile when he does. “She says you happen to love her fried chicken.”
“That all she say?” He looks at me as if he knows she’s been busy running her mouth.
“Just that you’re lonely and need a good woman.” I shrug my shoulders. “And, she thinks that’s me.”
“Yeah, well I used to think that too,” he mumbles as he takes the plate and opens the door. “Thank you for taking care of Violet and Paisley. Austin broke his hand; luckily it wasn’t damaged beyond repair. I’ll take him his plate and then come on back,” he runs his hand over his face.
“Why don’t you tell me his address and I will, you’ve had a long day.”
“Like hell I will. If you’re going to anyone’s place, it will be mine,” he growls. Like legitimately growls the words, causing me to back up some. “Shit, Ken, I’m sorry. I just, never mind.”
“What?” I lay my hand on his arm, trying to calm him down.
“I never got over you and you can’t remember anything. All I want is for us to pick back up where we left off and I can’t. I can’t go through it again.” His voice is laced with pain and I want to cry because I know I’m the reason for it.
“I’m sorry, I wish I knew what happened,” I say softly because I really do wish I knew. I want to know what I did so badly that hurt him. “Did I, um, cheat?” I wince at the words coming from my mouth, because I would like to think that I wasn’t a horrible person.
“No, Kennedy. You aren’t a horrible person. You just wanted more out of life than this country boy could give you,” he smiles at me. “Come on, there’s enough food for us to eat together. If you want.”
“Well, maybe we should go give Austin his first, and you can tell me what you’ve done with your life since I left?”
“I’d like that. Maybe we can start over.” He smiles as he says this and his dimples shine through. As that smile crosses his face, I vow that I will make him smile more like that.
“Sounds perfect, I’d like that. I don’t remember anything after age fifteen. Maybe you can fill in the blanks.”
“Well, then you don’t remember anything from us other than our friendship. We started dating at sixteen.” He grabs my hand, leading me to his truck. I hope mine isn’t covered in a nervous sweat, because nothing is as sexy as a woman who sweats worse than a man.
“Oh, yeah I don’t remember any of that.”
“Well, that’s a shame, because I really went out the night we lost our virginity.”
I cough as he says that. I’m sure I look like a crazy person while my eyes are bulging out of my head. “Oh my God! I’m not a virgin?”
He laughs; looking at my like I’m crazy. “Kennedy, you’re twenty-eight. I don’t think many women are a virgin at that age. But, no you are definitely NOT.” He looks me over, running his eyes over my body as if he knows every inch, but then again, I guess he does. He opens the door to the truck for me to get into my seat. His eyes catch mine as I slide in. “It was a night I’ll never forget.”
“Oh,” I gasp breathlessly as his voice turns husky.
“Yeah, you naked under the stars in the bed of ole’ Bessie. Best night of my life,” he drawls, making me need to slam my legs together to take the ache away that his wo
rds and his eyes are causing between them. “I better stop or Austin won’t be getting this chicken because I won’t be able to walk.”
As he walks to the other side of the truck, I try to take in deep breaths to calm myself. But when he gets in and I see the outline of his dick resting against his legs, I know that all bets are off. I’m going to make him mine again and pray that when the truth emerges from the depths of my mind that it’s something that doesn’t make me hate him, or myself.
Chapter Eight
After dropping Austin’s plate off for him to enjoy, I brought Kennedy back to my house. It was probably not a smart move, but it was a move I wanted to make. I’d give her everything I had, lay it all out on the table and see what she wanted after.
“Thank you for the chicken. It was amazing,” I reach down, rubbing my stomach to emphasize how much I enjoyed the food. “I better join a gym before I have a damn gut.”
“I hardly believe you’ll have a gut,” her voice comes out seductively as her eyes rake over my body. If I was smart, I’d kick her out, but I’d always been a dumbass where Kennedy Miller was involved.
“Yeah?” My eyebrow goes up as I wait for her answer.
“Yeah, that six pack is not going anywhere,” she licks her bottom lip, causing a growl to come from my own.
“Kennedy,” I grunt, because I have no self-control when it comes to her. I never have.
“What?” Her mouth takes the shape of an ‘O’ as I stand, leaning over the table with my hands splayed against it.
“I’m going to need you to stop that. I’ve never had control when it’s came to you and damn it if you sitting there eyeballing me like a damn piece of meat ain’t making me want to be sure you know just how I took your virginity twelve years ago.” My chest is rising with the exertion I’m using to not grab her and show her just how much she affects me. When her nipples pebble against that fucking thin fabric across her tits, I’m a goner. “Oh fuck, I’m going to hell.”
“Wha,”
She doesn’t get the word past her lip as I reach over, grabbing her long blonde waves in my hand and brand her mouth with my own. My tongue slides over hers and in that moment I know that I’m gone. This is about letting go of the pain of the past and making something out of the future. A future with the only woman I have ever wanted. Once she opens her mouth on a whimper I slide my tongue inside her mouth, leaving no space untouched. I explore every inch of her mouth as her hands cling to my forearms.
“Kennedy,” I growl when I pull away.
“Yeah?” She asks breathlessly. I look at her face, making sure she gets what I’m saying.
“You tell me to stop now, if this isn’t what you want. Because, if you don’t tell me now, you’re mine. I will own this body, baby. I don’t fucking share and I don’t want to.” My hand still in her hair, I pull it slightly, making her look up at me. “I’m not the boy you knew. I’ve grown up, into a man. A man who knows just how to use that body of yours and damn it Kennedy, I’m going to make it sing, if you let me.”
Her tongue dips out, licking at her bottom lip as her pupils dilate. I can smell the arousal pouring off of her and I know in that instant, before her words even hit my ears, that she’s going to do it. “I want to be yours,” she moans as her lips attack mine again.
“I won’t let you go this time,” I growl as I walk around the table, never letting my hand move out of her hair.
“I hope not,” her voice has become a fucking purr and it’s making my dick harder than a damn rock.
“I’m going to pick you up, Ken. Wrap your legs around my waist, babe.” I groan as she complies. As much as I love that she’s listening to me, this surely isn’t my Kennedy. That woman would go against anything you say, just to get under your damn skin. “Good girl,” I encourage as I walk down the hall to the bedroom.
Sitting her down on the bed, I slowly slide the t-shirt over her heated skin. When her pale pink bra comes into view, I can’t help the moan that comes from within. This woman is fucking perfection and she’s going to be all mine soon. When her blue eyes land on my hazel ones, I can see the desire in them. I know they mirror my own and I know that I’m going to make her come undone with my bare hands.
“You’re sure?”
“Would you stop questioning it? I’m half naked in your bed for crying out loud!” She reaches behind her back, undoing her bra and pulling it off. “That answer your question?”
“There’s my little spitfire,” I smirk as I pull my own shirt over my head while I kick my boots off with my feet. “That’s the Kennedy I remember.”
“Wish I could,” she says softly, but I lean forward, stopping her train of thought. If she stops me now, I’ll die of pent up frustration and there is no way my dick is going to agree to being stood up when he’s this close to getting what he’s always craved.
Climbing on top of her, with my jeans still on, I make sure to take the brunt of my weight on my arms. My nose trails over the crook of her neck, smelling the scent I’ve desired for years as my tongue trails up her sweet skin. Her whimpers and mewls keep me going as I kiss her jaw, moving toward her lips, as my cock presses against her core through our jeans. “More,” she whispers as she arches into me.
“Tell me what you want, Kennedy.” My eyes blaze into hers, making sure this is what she truly wants.
“I want you, Dallas. I want you to claim me.” She gives me a look that sends me into hyper drive. Within seconds we are both naked and I have no recollection of who pulled what off of whom.
“You’re sure?” Please don’t say no. Please don’t say no. I can’t fucking take it.
“Never been more certain of anything.” Yes.
I push my hips forward, burying myself inside her in one swift movement. I’d never been one of those sappy love stricken guys, but in this moment it’s like my universe has shifted on its axis. Slamming into Kennedy is like coming home and the appreciative moan that escapes her mouth and carries to my ear makes my heart swell with pride.
“You like that, Ken?” Her eyes flutter open as she arches her back into me.
“So much,” she whimpers and digs her nails into my back.
My hands grip her hair again, tugging her head back so that my tongue can trail down the side of her neck, tasting her while my hips pump into her. “Damn it baby, you feel so good. You’re so fucking wet and your pussy is wrapped around me like a glove. Ten years is far too long to not have this.”
Her eyes look into mine and she smiles, wrapping her legs around my waist. The heels of her feet dig into my ass. She pushes her hips up, taking my cock deeper into her center. “Please don’t stop.”
“Oh baby, I’m not ever stopping. You’re mine.” My body shudders and I move so that I’m kneeling with my hands against her thighs. “I’m. Not. Letting. This. Go. Again.” I grunt with each thrust of my hips.
“Good, because since I woke up in that hospital bed, I haven’t felt anything. When I’m with you, I’m who I want to be.” Her eyes fill with tears as she admits something that I am sure scares her. But, I won’t let her regret that decision, because that’s exactly how I feel.
For years, I’ve felt like something was missing, that a part of me was gone. I always knew what it was and now she’s back. Even if she doesn’t remember why she did, I am glad that I have a chance. I just have to prove how good being with me is, so that when she remembers, she won’t leave again.
When she reaches up and squeezes those perfect tits in her hands, I know I’m not going to last much longer. My hand goes down, trailing through her slit until I find her clit. “Dallas!” Her back arches and I know she’s not far from completion either.
“That’s it baby, let go with me,” my hips slam into hers, my balls slapping against her ass as they tighten. The familiar tingle along my spine lets me know that I’m close. “Come. Now!” I grunt as I flick her clit again, sending her body spiraling out of control. Her arms thrash as her pussy clenches my cock, pulling it deeper into he
r and sending my own release shooting out and spilling inside her.
“That.” She pants, her chest rising. “Was. Amazing.” She gives me a lazy smile and I lean down, taking her lips with my own, making sure I let my arms bear the weight of my body.
“Yeah, it was. Just like you,” I drawl before pulling out of her. The moment I do, I feel incomplete. Damn it, Dallas. Get your shit together, you sound like a pussy.
“Don’t go,” she pouts as I stand. Her body sprawled out in my bed is the sexiest thing I have ever seen. She’s every bit my fantasy.
“I’m going to go get cleaned up. As soon as I do, I’m going to climb into this bed and hold you until my dick gets hard,” I lean forward, my forehead on hers. “Then, I’m going to fuck you from behind until you’re screaming at me to stop.” Her eyes dilate at my words and I want to stand and puff my damn chest up. “All while smacking that fucking fine as hell ass of yours.”
“Oh! I like that. Or, maybe we could do some really amazing shower sex?” She smiles as she stands slowly, stretching her body, making sure every inch of it is on display for me. “I mean, if you’re into that.”
“Oh, it’s on woman!” I roar as I grab her by the hips, slinging her over my shoulder like a caveman and heading toward the bathroom. Thank fuck my cock is as excited as I am, because I’m so ready to have her again.
I wake up to an empty bed, with cold sheets. I immediately get angry, because she’s gone, again. But, I can hear someone talking in the kitchen and pots banging around. Getting out of bed, my feet step on the shirt and shorts she was wearing last night. I smirk as I grab my boxers and step into them.
“What do you mean? I haven’t felt this alive in months. I’m starting to live again, Casey.” Kennedy’s voice carries to my ears through the crack in the door and as much as I want to see her, I want to hear what she has to say.
“No. I only remember up until before we dated. But, he’s amazing. He’s funny and smart and amazingly talented in bed.” She laughs at something before continuing. “Yes, last night and I was in heaven. So, don’t ruin it for me.”
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