Sterling ♥️ Kennedy (Moosehead, Minnesota Book 2)
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Epilogue
Sneak peek of The Sparks Between Us
Also by the Authors
Acknowledgements
About the Authors
Sterling Kennedy
Copyright © 2018 by ChaShiree M. & MK Moore
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Epilogue
Sneak peek of The Sparks Between Us
Also by the Authors
Acknowledgements
About the Authors
Dedicated to Melinda Grier. Not only the best editor in the world, but also one of the most beautiful, talented, caring and special woman we know. We want these sparks for you and more.
Also dedicated to the women looking for the one. Sparks are not everything, but they are something. Follow your heart and embrace the fireworks.
GOOD GRIEF. I SERIOUSLY HATE traveling with my mom. She is so exasperating and now is no exception. We are taking the bus from Road-to-Nowhere Illinois….seriously that is what it is called, and going to Moosehead Minnesota. I don’t mind the journey itself. It’s the traveling companion I have a problem with. If she knew how to reign in her ridiculous notions of life and learned how to live in reality, she would be ok. But my mom has ‘delusions of grandeur’ and my name only proves how far gone she has always been.
Kennedy Onassis Sherwood. Yep. That is what she named me. My grandma, God bless her, was a very boisterous, bigger than life woman. Bigger than her personality were the stories she used to tell. The one story she never let go of was how she was a distant descendant of the Kennedy Onassis’s. She drilled this into my mother’s head her entire life, even going so far as to name her Jackie. My dear old mom walks around like she is the queen of the trailer park. I, as her offspring, am left to deal with the staring, whispers, and pity glances, while she floats in God knows what cloud.
Here we are 20 minutes from our destination and she is babbling away to the man next to her about her “heritage”. Poor man. Better him than me. I don’t have time to worry about her right now, because the reason for this trip, and my primary concern is grandpa Dale/GPA. Grandpa Dale lives in Moosehead and is my Dad’s dad, may he rest in peace.
His lady friend Greta calls me the other day to tell me he is having surgery to replace his hip after a fall a few weeks ago. This instantly makes my heart hurt. I didn’t even know he fell. I talk to him once a week and he never said anything. As soon as I got the call, I told Greta I was going to catch the first bus out.
What I didn’t expect was my mother joining me. “You are my only child. There is no way I am going to let you go traipsing all over the country by yourself.” You would think I was a little kid and not the 22 year old that I am.
Finally, the bus pulls into the depot and I grab my one bag. I don’t even wait for ‘Madame President’ to get off. I step down and start looking for some old guy named Sterling. Greta said she was sending a friend named Sterling to pick us up and take us to gramps house to get his truck and head to the hospital. Searching through the crowd I see a few older gentlemen, but they all seem to have found their person.
Swiftly glancing past a guy that could easily be on the cover of GQ, and even though my heart starts going crazy the minute my eyes land on him, I immediately dismiss the thought. What would someone that looks like him want with me? From my first glance, I can see I am way out of his league.
He looks like he spends most of his days in the gym perfecting his body. Let me tell you, phew, I can totally see where that ‘V’ would lead. He is tan, but not in an artificial way. It is more like he spends a lot of time outdoors. His hair is cut short to his head but not in a military sort of way. He has facial hair but not an excessive amount. Truth told, I like a little facial hair on a man’s face. Add all of that and he looks positively yummy. I wish I could see his eyes, but he is too far away. Or his ass. Man I bet he has a great….
“Kennedy. Why didn’t you wait for me? Is our ride here?” And the mood is killed. “I’m looking mom.”
“Well how hard is it to find an old man with a truck?”
This is going to be a long trip. As I am about to walk around and look for him, Mr. Hottie starts walking towards me. I am absolutely stunned by his sudden advancement, I literally stop in my tracks, suck in a breath and do absolutely nothing else…include breathe. Nice Kennedy. Real smooth.
“Good afternoon. Ma’am and…?”
I know I am supposed to be saying something right now, but due to the lack of oxygen, my brain is not computing. Trying to mentally shake the fog from my brain, I look down only to hear my mother say, “Kennedy. Her name is Kennedy Onassis Sherwood and I’m Jackie. None of that ma’am nonsense.” Oh great! Here we go.
He reaches his hand out to take mine and says “Sterling. Sterling Crawford.”
Holy crap this is Sterling. It’s only when I am thinking about how to hide the pink blush from my cheeks, which I remember I need to breathe. By then it’s too late. I don’t remember anything else but hearing him say “I got you baby. Don’t worry.” And then everything goes black.
I CATCH THE BEAUTIFUL GIRL in my arms before she hits the ground. She is light as feather. Carrying her bridal style, I look over my shoulder at her mother.
“Jesus. I can’t take this girl anywhere. She will be fine. It’s not like she won’t recover.” Jackie laughs.
I don’t know how she can laugh. I am freaking the fuck out. They don’t have many bags and she has already picked them up, the ones Kennedy dropped. Kennedy Onassis Sherwood. There has got to be a story behind her name.
“Follow me Jackie. My truck is parked right over here.” I say as I begin walking in the direction of the parking lot. I look down at Kennedy’s face. She has the most beautiful face I’ve ever seen with her blonde curly hair begging to be wrapped around my fist as I pound into her.
She begins to stir and when her eyes open, my knees almost buckle. They are wide and the most shocking emerald c
olor, with her golden hair shining from the rare sunlight wrapping around her beautiful face.
Once I reach the truck, I open the passenger side and set her down on the seat and gently close the door. My world is spinning on its axis and I don’t know exactly what to do. I do know that I need to get my emotions in check and claim this girl, before I miss my chance. My chest is tight making me wonder if this is what a heart attack feels like?
I turn to Jackie and take all of the bags from her and place them in the bed of the truck, then open the rear door and help Jackie into the cab. I rush around to the driver seat and take a deep calming breath before getting in.
“I am sorry to hear about your kin ladies. I will get you to Dale’s place as soon as I can. If you would like me to drive you all to the hospital and come back for you after I finish up work for the week, I would be obliged. I am sure you are tired after your trip.”
“We are. That would be lovely. Thank you.” Kennedy says. Her voice makes me think of what angels must sound like, causing my cock to harden and making my need for her fierce.
“Was it a long trip?” I ask. I’d do anything to keep her talking.
“About 10 hours.” She says, pulling her coat tighter around her.
“Are you cold, baby?” Her eyes widen at the term of endearment and Jackie laughs.
“She is always cold. We could be in the Bahamas and she’d be cold. Not that we’ve been to the Bahamas. This is her first time out of Illinois.”
“Ma, I don’t think he cares.”
“I do care.” I assure her.
“Why?” She says so quietly, I almost didn’t hear her. A quick glance in the rear view mirror shows her mother has started to go through her phone and isn’t paying attention to us.
“Because I must. There is no way I wouldn’t care. I caught you baby. That makes you mine.”
“That’s crazy. You don’t even know me.” She retorts.
“I will though. Very soon. I will know you in all ways.” I declare.
“You’re fucking crazy, Sterling. Certifiable, really.”
Since that very well may be the case, I continue ignoring her remarks. “Did your husband send you to deal with this alone?” I ask, fishing for the information I need more than my next breath.
“I don’t have a husband” She says crossing her arms and pushing her tits out farther.
Thank fuck. “Well that is good to hear.”
“Your wife lets you pick up damsels in distress at the bus station?” Her beautiful and husky voice is full of snark.
“No wife. Yet. No girlfriend either. But I get the feeling I am about to,” I reply with a huge ass grin.
“Oh? I don’t think so Lumberjack.” She says, as she pulls her phone from the giant purse her mother hands to her, effectively ending our conversation.
“We’ll see about that baby. We’ll see.” I can’t believe the shit I gave Ham when I found out about the whirlwind that ended with the love of his life. The fresh air Ava brings to our family is not anything I would trade, so I could only imagine what Ham feels. Now I know it is as Ham described. Instant, crazy, and all consuming. My palms are sweating. My heart is racing. Her light perfume is still teasing my nostrils.
My new mission is making Kennedy Onassis Sherwood mine.
WHO THE HELL IS THIS guy? Walking around all gorgeous and bad boy looking, with the body of a Greek God, being ridiculously Alpha and yummy. I so did not come here for this. I only need to resist him, get to my gpas house, and keep my head down. If I could figure out how to get my mother to leave to give me time with my grandfather, instead of panting and drooling over a sexy guy who probably has 10–20 women in queue at a time.
If I’m being honest, every time he calls me baby, I secretly swoon inside. As he carried me from the bus to the car, I knew I have never felt safer and cared for in my life. At least not since my dad died.
My father was a wonderful man. He was funny, caring, and warm. Most importantly, he was strong, dependable, and loved me and my mom more than anything. When your little, you never imagine one of your parents would leave home one day and then not return ever again. The day my dad died in a mining accident at work was the day my whole world changed.
My mom was not always like this. At least not always this bad. When my dad died, it’s like she lost a part of herself and decided to not try to be that person anymore. So she became this person who looked for love in all the wrong places and I was just the…leftovers from her previous life. I guess I should be grateful she never neglected me physically. She made sure I always had food, some clothes, and a warm bed. But that was it. She stopped at the basics. As a result, I didn’t understand things emotionally. It was not until I got a little older and in high school, that I noticed what I was missing. Confidence, poise, and overall love.
Being this near to Sterling is unsettling in more ways than one. I feel inadequate around him and I am not comfortable around the opposite sex. Yes. You guessed it. I’m a virgin. I never had a boyfriend and I am OK with that. Being called the TP slut like my mom, who was a teenage mom and they would never let her forget it. Because of this, I stayed away from men all together. There was no way I was going to go through that. Besides, the only thing a girl like me is good for anyway is being another notch on some hot guys list. I refuse to be reduced to that.
“Whatever it is your over there thinking so hard about Kennedy, kill that shit. The minute you fell into my arms, you became mine. No matter what roadblocks you put up, I will make end roads around that shit. Every time. You might as well get use to your new reality baby. We are a done deal. Now, wait there so I can help your sexy ass out of the car.”
Well shit. I wouldn’t know what to say, if I had something to say. Who talks to someone they just met like that? It has to be some sort of perfected pickup line he uses on new girls. I mean, it has to be. Right? There Is no way he wants me for anything other than a good time. Yep, I need to get to my grandpas and stay my ass inside the house and away from him.
My panties are wet from listening to him order me around. Sterling Crawford is soooo bad for my head. Not to mention my heart. As it is, I want to jump him right now and rub my pussy all over him. When he set me in his truck I started having a twitchy feeling. A feeling that is making me want to crawl out of my skin. It is not something I have ever encountered. I am starting to think it has something to do with this man I want to do dirty and very bad things to me. I am so fucked! Hopefully I don’t have to see him much while I am here.
“Nothing to say darling?”
“Nope. I am going to ignore you. I came here for my gpa, not to mess around with some lothario, who beds every girl he sees. I have more respect for myself than to be another notch on your post. Now, if you would kindly keep your hands to yourself, I would appreciate it.”
There. That was strong and sure. Then why do I feel so sick. And uh-oh, why is he looking at me with his nostrils flaring? Oh man. Did I bruise his ego that much? See, men like him are not use to being told no…..
“I am going to pretend you didn’t just fucking say that to me. See, I was goanna let you go for a few days to give you a little time to get used to the idea of us. But with the shit you just spewed at me, you will get no breathing room now baby.”
Oh God. Why is that so hot? I meant to hide the moan that leaves my throat, but it slips out. Now, not only am I horny as hell, but my face is beet red because he heard my need for him.
With his mouth close to my ear, I feel his breath on my neck. Before I know what is happening, his hand wraps around the back of my neck with his nose running alongside the side of my face towards my mouth. I hope that is where he is heading, because I need his mouth on mine right now, like I need a B.O.B.
“Fuck. I knew you would smell sweet. Like fucking lollipops and brown sugar. All my favorite flavors baby. Tell me your mouth going to taste just as sweet as you smell? I wanted to go slow because I know you need it, but I can’t baby. I’m not about to let you downpla
y us and hide from me. Look at me Kennedy.”
I look at him without hesitation. I am not sure who I am right now. I only know I need him in a way I have never needed anyone. It could be I’m going to regret this but I am hopeless to stop. Looking into his beautiful eyes, I am lost. His jaw is doing this slight tick thing, and I know he’s trying to hold back for me. It is endearing and hot as hell. What will he be like when he really lets go.
“Are you listening to me baby?” I nod my head. “Good girl. I am going to leave you at the hospital because I have shit to finish for the night. When you are done, I am going to come and get you. We are going to go to my house and I am going to show you what it means to be mine. You understand?”
I want that so bad. Damn these fucking soaked panties. I let out a whimper and I don’t have it in me to feel embarrassed because I can’t stop rubbing my thighs together either. What is he doing to me?
“Yes. I understand.” You can’t beat em, join em.
“Good girl. Now give me your mouth.”
Holy hell can he kiss. This is more than a kiss; it is like a claiming or a mating if you will. He sucks my tongue into his mouth forcing me to inhale him if I am going to breathe at all. The force in which he holds my neck is possessive and definite and I don’t bother fighting.
I have never kissed anyone before, but I am trying my best to devour him. The only thing I can compare this kiss to is the mating of animals on animal planet. It’s primal, messy, and so fucking delicious. When he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and bites me, I feel an explosion happen inside and call out his name, without a thought to where we are. He swallows my call, pulls me away from him enough to look at me, and make me feel cold at the same time.
“Kennedy. You just came in my goddamn arms from a fucking kiss. You sealed your fate baby. You will do that again. Next time my nine-inch cock will be buried so deep inside your fucking pussy I will be able to feel my baby as it is implanted in your womb. That was hot as hell baby. I bet you didn’t know you had that vixen in there. Did you? Well, it’s time for us to be acquainted. Now go see your gpa and I will be back later.”