A Note from the Author
This is an optional novella in the Kennedy Boys series, and it should only be read AFTER Forgiving Keven. This novella takes place the summer after Faye and Kyler’s wedding (basically one year later).
This book is dedicated to all the loyal Kennedy Boys readers. Thank you for loving this series and for patiently waiting for it to conclude.
I know readers were disappointed that I had to delay Releasing Keanu, so I wanted to give you something to help ease the wait! There is no major drama or big plot twists in this novella. It’s simply a light, feel-good summer read, designed to leave you with all kinds of warm and cozy feelings! It’s a chance to catch up with everyone and share in one special couple’s big day, and I wanted to give you some small, new insights into the Kennedy triplets as you wait for the final three books in the series.
My heart is seriously so full of love and joy after writing this! I LOVE this family so much, and I hope you enjoy reading Summer in Nantucket as much as I enjoyed writing it! Happy reading, and thank you again for your continued support of this series. I’m writing these last few books for you!
Table of Contents
A Note from the Author
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
About the Author
Books by Siobhan Davis
Copyright
Chapter One
Kyler
“There they are!” Faye exclaims, pointing toward the door as Lana, Kal, and Hewson step foot into the terminal at Nantucket Memorial Airport.
“Aunty Faye!” Hewson screams, his little face alight with excitement as he bobs up and down on Kal’s shoulders. It’s been four months since we last saw them at Easter, shortly before his third birthday, and he’s changed yet again. He’s grown another few inches, and his babyish features have matured.
“Lemme down!” he yells, and Brad chuckles as Hewson squirms and wriggles on top of his dad’s shoulders. Kal has a firm grip on his little legs, and a serious expression on his face, as he carefully bends down so he can jump off.
Faye abandons her suitcase, racing toward the little guy who captured her heart from the moment she first met him.
“I still can’t believe you haven’t knocked her up yet,” Brad says, grinning. “Your brothers are pissed because no one won the bet.”
When Faye and I got married last August, all my brothers—and Brad—made bets on how fast I’d impregnate my wife.
Assholes.
“I’m not getting my wife pregnant so my asshole brothers can win some stupid bet.” I roll my eyes, smiling as I watch Faye scoop Hewson up into her arms, peppering his cute little face with kisses. “As much as we both adore our nephew, and we definitely want kids sooner than later, it won’t be happening for a while.”
“So, you’re still planning on going traveling after you graduate?” Rachel asks, lifting the dress bag up so it doesn’t trail the ground.
“Give me that, babe.” Brad slings his backpack over his shoulder, reaching for the bag.
“It’s fine. I’ve got it.” I snigger as Rachel narrows her eyes in warning at my best friend. Those two are crazy in love, but they both like to be in control, which leads to a regular battle of wills. Rach gives as good as she gets, and it’s funny watching McConaughey grovel.
“You are so stubborn.” Brad shakes his head.
“You’re only learning that now?” Kal says, grabbing me into a quick hug. He whips the bag out of Rachel’s hands before she can protest. “No bitching or whining, Red,” Kal says, in a nod to Brad’s old nickname for his girl. “If anyone is carrying my bride’s wedding dress, it’ll be me.”
“You shouldn’t carry it,” Faye says, attempting to hold onto a wriggling Hewson. “It’s bad luck. Give it to Ky.”
Lana smiles softly. “It’s only bad luck if he sees it, and I don’t buy into wedding superstition anyway.”
“You are the most laid-back bride I’ve ever met, Lana,” Rach says, kissing Lana on the cheek. “Most of the women I design dresses for put Mama Kennedy to shame in the Bridezilla stakes.”
“Don’t mention the war,” Kal grumbles, grabbing hold of Hewson’s hand before he runs off. He’s a little livewire, and you need eyes on him all the time. I mess up his hair, winking as he gives me a thumbs-up.
We walk toward the exit en masse.
“I’m still terrified of Mom’s reaction when she hears the news,” Kal admits.
“Relax.” I slap him on the back. “Once she hears this family get-together is actually your wedding, she’ll be too excited to get mad.”
“I hope you’re right,” Lana says, worrying her lip between her teeth. “Because I really don’t want to upset her or have her thinking we did this deliberately to cut her out.”
“Alex will be fine,” Faye says, squeezing Lana’s hand as we walk outside the small airport. “Like Ky said, she’ll be too excited that you two are finally making it official to care.”
“And you have a legit reason for doing it like this,” Rach supplies. “You’ll be too busy writing next summer to get married. It makes complete sense to do it now even if it was a bit of a rush job.”
“I don’t know what I would’ve done without both of you.” Lana beams at Faye and Rachel. “I cannot thank you enough.”
“You’re family,” Faye immediately replies, and a familiar lump clogs my throat. “And you’re one of my best friends. I’d have been seriously pissed if you didn’t confide in me.”
Us four are the only ones who know about the surprise wedding. All along, Kal and Lana have been insistent they would marry after graduating UF, but Lana just secured a new three-book deal with a top five publisher, and they want the first manuscript by the end of next summer. There’s no way Lana could deliver on that deadline during senior year of college if she was also planning a wedding, so they made the decision four weeks ago to get married this summer.
Kal and Lana love Nantucket, and they spend every summer here, so it didn’t rouse suspicion when they organized for the full family to come out for a couple weeks. We’ve arrived a week before everyone else to help them put the final preparations in place.
“Sweet ride,” Brad says, as we come to a halt in front of a long, sleek black SUV.
“I didn’t know you owned a Lincoln Navigator,” I admit, running my hand along the side in admiration.
“I had it delivered when we arrived last week.”
“Something you want to share, little bro?” I inquire, arching a brow. I’m wondering if this new purchase might have anything to do with them extending their family.
“Lana is not pregnant, and this isn’t a shotgun wedding,” Kal says, lifting his son into the car seat and securely strapping him in. “Figured we could use a larger car with everyone arriving.”
“It’s gorgeous,” Faye says, sliding into the middle seat beside a smiley Hewson. “And it still has that new car smell.” She inhales, closing her eyes momentarily, and an almost orgasmic expression appears on her face.
“I think your wife is turned on by my car,” Kal whispers, waggling his brows. “I’ll let you borrow it later if you want to get your kink on.” He smirks, and Faye slaps his arm.
“Ky is the only one who turns me on, and why are you such a freak?”
Kal raises his palms. “Hey, I’m not the one who wants to make love to my car. Think carefully before you throw stones,
cuz.”
“I love it out here,” Faye says, leaning over the wall at the back of Kal and Lana’s one-story Spanish-style property, gazing longingly at the sea. The water is calm, shimmering eerily under the nighttime sky. “Maybe we should’ve bought a home here instead of the cabin.”
I wrap my arms around her from behind. “I thought you loved the cabin.” I sweep her hair to one side, running my nose along the column of her neck.
“I do,” she pants, pressing her ass back into me. “I love the solitude and rugged beauty of Connecticut, but having a place like this, by the beach, would probably have made more sense. I know we’re not planning on kids for a few years yet, but when they come along, we’ll probably want to spend more time in Nantucket. Especially if Kal and Lana decide to stay permanently in Florida the rest of the year. This will be our only opportunity to hang out with them.”
“We can buy a place here if you want.” I came into the rest of my trust fund when I turned twenty-one, so money is not an issue. We have more than enough cash to last us a lifetime, so if my baby wants a place out here, she’s getting it.
“And sell the cabin?” A whimper flies out of her mouth when my hand slips down the front of her top and into her left bra cup.
“Let’s keep the cabin,” I whisper, kneading her tit, my cock instantly hardening when her nipple stiffens under my fingers. “We already have plenty of good memories associated with it. And I like having a hideaway close by we can use during the winter months.”
I surprised Faye with the cabin when we returned from our honeymoon last August, and it provided the perfect escape from Harvard on weekends. Brad and Rach have spent time with us there, and they’ve also used it by themselves. Kev and Cheryl have been holed up there this past weekend, availing themselves of all the amazing photo opportunities. I like having a place to call our own, and a place to offer family and friends too, but it’s not really the kind of place you’d bring young children to.
“Are you groping me on purpose while having this conversation so I’ll agree without arguing?” Her voice is drenched with desire, and she’s pushing her tit into my hand the same time she thrusts her ass back into my hard-on.
“I never need an excuse to grope you, baby,” I admit, releasing the zipper on her jean shorts and sliding my hand into her panties. “You know I can’t keep my hands off you.”
“Ky.” She moans loudly when I cup her pussy. “We can’t do this here. What if someone comes out?”
“The risk of discovery only adds to the thrill,” I whisper, nipping her earlobe as I slip my fingers inside her.
“You’re so bad,” she pants, shamelessly riding my hand. “But, also, so fucking good. Oh, fuck, Ky, yeah, just like that,” she adds as I pump my fingers in and out of her hot, wet warmth. My cock is straining against the zipper of my shorts, and I need to be inside her right now.
She cries out when I remove my hands from her body, and I chuckle as I grab her hand, tugging her around the far side of the house, ensuring we’re out of sight. I might have teased her about the thrill of discovery, but there’s no way I want my brother or my best friend catching us fucking.
Pushing her up against the wall, I yank her shorts and panties down, spread her lips and dive in, licking her slit and plunging my tongue into her tight channel. My heart pounds in my chest, and my cock leaks precum as I devour her with my mouth and my tongue, and I could easily do this all day long, but I need to bury myself deep inside her, so I stand, quickly shedding my shorts and boxers, examining her flushed face as I slowly stroke my cock. I lean in and kiss her softly. “I love you, baby.”
She wraps her arms around my neck, and a devilish glint appears in her eye. “I love you, too. Even if you have corrupted me.”
I line my cock up to her entrance. “It doesn’t take much to corrupt you, Mrs. Kennedy.” I thrust inside her in one fast move. “And you’ve corrupted me as much as I’ve corrupted you.”
“Oh, God, Ky.” She wraps her legs around my waist, grabbing handfuls of my ass, urging me in deeper and faster.
“Lean forward a little so you don’t scrape your back,” I say, in between thrusts, tightening my arms under her butt and supporting her weight.
“I need you in deeper, babe,” she says over a moan. “And go faster.”
She claws at my ass, and my cock jerks inside her. I pound into her, but I can’t achieve the pace we both want and need in this position, so I pull out, placing her feet on the ground and urging her to turn around.
“Palms on the wall and ass in the air, baby.” I slap her ass a couple times as she maneuvers into position, and then I slam into her from behind, shushing her when she cries out. I pump in and out, moving faster and harder, bracing one hand on her hip to help keep her in place. With my free hand, I tug the front of her shirt down and release her tits, kneading one at a time as I continue to fuck her hard.
She rams her ass back into me, and we have a good rhythm going when a familiar tingle starts in my balls, spreading upward. I move the hand at her hip to her clit and rub my fingers against her with urgency. Her breathing quickens, and she flexes her hips more urgently as I slam into her with increasing need. The tingle spreads up my spine, and I press down on her clit as my orgasm powers through me. She explodes on my cock, whimpering and pleading as we ride our climax together.
When we’re both sated, I spin her around and haul her into my arms. She rests her head on my chest, circling her arms around my waist, and I know she’s listening to my heartbeat because it’s one of her favorite things to do. I run my hand up and down her back, pressing my nose into her hair and just savoring the feel of her pressed up against me.
I never take what we have for granted, and while I didn’t think it was possible, I fall more and more in love with my wife every day.
She is my entire world, and I don’t care who knows it.
“I love you, Kyler,” she whispers, pressing her soft lips to my naked chest.
“I love you too, Faye.” I kiss the top of her head. “More than anything or anyone else in this world.”
She peers up at me, and my chest swells with the loving look in her eye. “I didn’t think things could get any better between us, but this last year has been amazing.” She straightens up, trailing her hands up my chest and around the nape of my neck. “I love being your wife, and I know I’m the envy of most girls on campus.”
“I wouldn’t know,” I say, caressing her cheek. “Because I only ever have eyes for you.”
Chapter Two
Rachel
“Oh, wow, Lana.” A messy ball of emotion wedges in my throat as I inspect my friend twirling in front of the mirror in one of my creations. “You are absolutely stunning. And I’m so happy it fits.”
When Lana called Faye to tell her about their wedding plans, we both flew down to Florida for a few days to work on designs and take measurements for her dress and Faye’s.
Faye is matron of honor, and Ky is best man. They are the only official bridesmaid and groomsman at the ceremony, because Kal and Lana want to keep things low-key and informal. I don’t think any of Ky’s brothers will have an issue with it, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little concerned over how Alex Kennedy will react to the news I made the dresses.
Alex created Faye’s and Eva’s wedding dresses last year, and I know how much she loved it. Initially, Faye had asked me to design her dress, but I could tell how badly Alex wanted to do it, so I willingly stepped aside although I did help her design and make the bridesmaid’s dresses. I’m hoping she understands Lana’s reasons for asking me this time and that she’s not too upset.
“You look so beautiful,” Faye agrees with tears pricking her eyes. “And it’s so you.”
“You don’t think it’s too plain?” Lana asks, biting down on her lip.
“There is nothing plain about that dress,” Faye reassures her, an
d I nod.
The strapless dress is fitted around the bust, and then it flows in alternate layers down to her ankles. I used silk with a flimsy chiffon overlay and tiny little diamante beading on the fitted part over her chest, and it’s both simple and elegant.
It’s one of my best designs, and it’s pure Lana.
It’s also practical to suit the wedding. The actual ceremony will be held on the beach, and then the party will take place in a marquee being set up in the garden at the side of the house.
Part of the reason why they’ve decided to get married like this is to keep the prying eyes of the media away. While most of the furor over their relationship has died down by now, people have long memories, and the last thing anyone needs is nosy journos regurgitating the rape trial and Lana’s false allegations.
“You look gorgeous too, Faye,” Lana says, waving her hands in Faye’s direction. “That color pink is fab on you.”
“We’re lucky we have the most talented up-and-coming designer for a best friend.” Faye waggles her brows, grinning at me, as she runs her fingers over the front of her fuchsia-pink dress. It’s got crisscrossing spaghetti straps, a sweetheart neckline, fitted top, and an A-line skirt that stops at the knee. It’s really pretty and it hugs my friend’s gorgeous curves beautifully. With her dark hair and tan skin, she’s a knockout.
I roll my eyes. “That’s more than a slight exaggeration,” I admit, helping her get out of the dress.
“You have to get over that modesty, Rach,” she says, as we both assist Lana in removing her dress. “You need to sell yourself loud and proud.”
“I understand where you’re coming from,” Lana agrees, carefully stepping out of the dress. “I was the same when I released my first book, but I’ve learned how to market and sell myself without coming across as a desperate bitch.”
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