Kane (Face-Off Series Book 2)

by Jillian Quinn

  But Donovan and his rugged looks and toned body are perfect for Sydney. I can already see Sydney humping his leg by the end of the night.

  “Where are you coming from?” Tyler asks, getting up from the couch.

  “My house. Why?” Donovan struts into the living room and slaps his hand down hard on Tyler’s back, causing him to jerk forward.

  “I thought maybe you were training before you came over. That’s all.”

  He glances down at his cutoff shirt. “Nah, I ran out of clothes to wear, and I didn’t feel like doing laundry.”

  “You know Kennedy invited Sydney for you, right?” Tyler speaks low enough so I can hear.

  He seems so calm, unaffected. “Yeah, what's the problem?”

  “Nothing. I just thought you wanted to meet Sydney, and you are dressed like this,” Tyler says, pointing at him.

  He must be annoyed for me, assuming I will give him a rash of shit later, but I keep my mouth shut, knowing that Sydney will pop serious lady wood over Donovan and his ripped body. It would not matter what this man wore tonight. I can already see Sydney dragging him upstairs for a little one-on-one time. No way will she turn him down, not when he oozes sex appeal by the truckload.

  We have the game on in the background, the commentator’s voices blaring over the surround sound speakers fixed from the ceiling. Tyler and his teammates could care less who wins this year, considering they didn’t even make it into the first round of the playoffs, but we are all hoping the competition gets their asses kicked, especially after serving the Flyers a big fat dose of reality the last half of their regular season.

  The doorbell rings and I follow Donovan and Tyler out of the room and down the hallway. I have no idea why Donovan felt the need to accompany us to welcome Sydney, but the big oaf is hovering over Tyler, a fuck me grin on his face because Sydney looks smoking hot.

  Her pictures online and social media videos do not even do her justice. She gets the same reaction that she is getting right now from both Donovan and Tyler. If I weren't with Tyler, he would be all over her in a second so I can imagine what Donovan is thinking at the moment. She’s every man’s type.

  “Tyler,” she says, holding out her hand as if she expects him to kiss her skin as if she’s the Queen of England.

  I love how she acts around men and gets away with it. Holding back my laughter, I make eye contact with her, and with one look, I can tell she’s planning to fuck with them tonight. This should be a fun night.

  She flashes her pearly whites at Tyler. “So, you’re the stud who’s stolen my Kennedy away from me.”

  He shakes her hand, his gesture so formal that even Sydney seems a bit taken back. “Sorry about that.”

  She shrugs and walks into the house, ignoring Donovan, with her head held high, and her tits pushed out. Donovan licks his lips and stalks behind her, all part of her master plan to lure him into her trap. I wish I could do what she does and get away with it—not that I need to anymore now that Tyler is in my life. But imagine what kind of hits I would get on Sports Buzz if I had her looks and my talent.

  She exudes confidence unlike anyone I have ever met, has an air of entitlement about her that screams money and success. But she’s one of the best people I know, and I love that she just blew past Donovan as if he were a piece of furniture in her way that she had to maneuver around.

  “I would say sorry for taking you away from Kennedy,” Tyler says to Sydney once we enter the living room, “but I have a hard time letting her out of my sight.”

  She peeks up at him. “How can I compete with your monster cock? But I do think we should work out a schedule. You know, you get her one day, and I get her the next.”

  I have a hard time keeping a straight face, but it’s Donovan who breaks this silence.

  “Did you just say monster cock?” He’s so much taller than her, even in her five-inch heels, that his chest is in her face.

  She tilts her head to the side as if thinking over her last comment. “Yeah, I guess I did. No biggie. Who doesn’t love a big cock?”

  “I’m Carter Donovan,” he says, touching her shoulder with his big hand, not even bothering to stifle his laughter

  “Wonderful,” she says, shrugging him off, “Sydney Carroway, but I’m sure you already know that. I’m starving. K, help me find something to eat in this place.” Then she does something the guys do not expect—because Sydney is unpredictable—and strolls out of the room and down the hall as if she owns the fucking place, her heels clicking against the marble floor as she heads toward the kitchen.

  “That was fucking weird.” The dumbfounded expression on Donovan’s face is priceless.

  “You could say that.” Tyler looks just as confused by that exchange with Sydney. For someone who requested to meet him, she has a funny way of showing it. But that’s Sydney’s MO. She says the more you act as if you do not like a guy, the more they will want you. It works for every time. She just baited Donovan into her trap. Poor guy has no idea he will be a goner in no time.

  “She’s hot, though.” Donovan shoves his hands in his sweat pockets as they move further into the living room.

  “Uh-huh’,” Tyler confirms. I assume he’s wondering if she’ll even give Donovan the time of day.

  “What do you think of Sydney?” I can already tell they like her without asking. “She’s amazing, right?”

  “She told me I have a monster cock.” This time I cannot hold back my laughter and either can Tyler. “I can’t believe you told her about me. And here I thought only guys talked about stuff like that.”

  I give him an I’m busted look, biting down on my bottom lip and hoping he’s not pissed. “Umm…yeah. You know girls talk about those kinds of things. And babe, your dick is something worth talking about. Just be happy that it didn’t end up on our blog because it came up quite a few times as a possible post idea.”

  “Oh, yeah.” He leans down to kiss my hair. “What were you going to call it?”

  “I like big dicks, and I cannot lie,” I joke.

  “I still like the idea of the taking one for the team post.” He whispers into my ear, “If you want, we can go to the bathroom, and you can show me how you’d demonstrate to your followers.”

  I nudge him hard with my hip. “Nice try, but we have company.”

  Sydney walks back into the room with a box of pizza and a six-pack of beer. “Who’s hungry?”

  She sets the box and bottles on the long table that spans both couches. The room is so big that it calls for some large furniture to take up some of the space.

  “I can eat,” both Parker and Donovan call out, the two of them reaching over to grab a slice.

  On the other side of the room, Tyler and I watch as Sydney chats with Coach as if they have known each other for years. Sydney seems to have this effect on the people around her that makes them want to open up.

  Coach is about as closed off as they come, and she’s over there telling Sydney all the details about Parker and the time they had spent apart. From what I understand, those were some miserable days for everyone who had the pleasure of being around Parker back then.

  I squeeze Tyler’s hand to get his attention. “Sit and talk to your friends. I’ll handle the food.”

  He presses his lips to mine for a few seconds, the heat from his touch going straight between my thighs. I consider his offer to go to the bathroom for a minute before he responds. “I love that you’re so at home in my house.”

  “I don’t mind.” And I am more than happy to take care of everyone, even though I should be watching the game to ensure I am keeping up-to-date on all the action for Sports Buzz live feeds. Being here with Tyler and our friends is more important than my paper.

  Tyler smacks me on the ass. “I hate spending any time away from you so hurry up.”

  “You see me all the time.”

  “I wish I saw you more,” he counters. “I think we should make this more permanent.”

  “As in move into your hous
e?” My body tingles, set on fire from all the emotions running through me at once. I try to keep my excitement at bay.

  “Yes. I want you to move in here with me. It wasn’t a home until I met you.” He pulls me to his chest, the fireworks sparking between us. “So what do you say?”

  Staring up at him and into his eyes, I lay my palm flat on his chest and over his heart. “Yes. Of course, I will move in with you.”

  “Woo hoo!” He yells so loud I almost lose my hearing.

  His outburst draws the attention of the rest of the group, their heads turned toward us with confused expressions on their faces.

  “Kennedy is moving in with me,” Tyler says with his hands raised in the air, reminding me of Blake when he gets excited.

  Our friends congratulate us for a minute before Tyler picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. He almost runs out of the living room with his hand on my butt, holding me in place as he takes me upstairs, not giving a shit that we have company. While I feel bad about leaving our friends alone and unattended, I want to celebrate this moment with Tyler, because this is a huge deal for both of us.

  Chapter Seventeen

  TYLER

  After I bring the last box into my house, I kick the door closed with my foot and set it down on the floor by the stairs. Asking Kennedy to move in with me was one of the best decisions I have ever made. It was apparent that neither of us wanted to spend time apart, and with her work from home schedule and hockey in the off-season, it made sense for us to take the next step in our relationship.

  I freaked out when things had first become serious between Kennedy and me even though I didn’t show it. Given my past relationship with Payton, I was so closed off and afraid to let anyone into my world, but Kennedy is nothing like Payton. That much I realized not long after I let her into my life and soon after my heart.

  Kennedy walks down the steps, her legs the first thing I notice in the tight, black booty hugging shorts she has on with a pink tank top and sneakers. Now, I get this view every day. I am one lucky man.

  “You okay?” Kennedy asks me as her feet hit the bottom landing.

  “Never better.” I wrap my arms around her and lift her up, her shoes hitting me in the leg before I set her back down on the floor. “You have made me so happy, Ken.”

  “Because I moved in?” She smiles and slips her arms around my neck. “You know you don’t have to thank me again.”

  I lean down to meet her height, our lips almost touching. “You have no idea how happy you make me, baby. I thought I would be miserable the rest of my life until I met you. I was in a dark place a few months ago, especially after we lost our shot at the playoffs. Then you came along in your ridiculous outfits, somehow managing to make those clothes look sexy, and won me over in the process.”

  “You fell right into my trap.” She giggles like a child. “But would you have liked me if I hadn’t played games with you?”

  “I didn’t fall in love with your clothes, Ken, I fell in love with you.”

  “I love you, too, Tyler,” she says against my lips.

  Before I can speak another word, she parts my lips with her tongue, our kisses soft and passionate while also rough and aggressive. She sucks me in, makes me whole. With Kennedy, I feel alive again. After years of torturing myself and agonizing over Blake and Payton, Kennedy walks into my life unexpected, captures my heart and fills the void. Her kisses heal me, our loves consumes me. This woman is everything I ever wanted.

  Kennedy breaks away from me first and whispers, “Tyler.”

  “Yes,” I groan, still trying to catch my breath.

  She smiles so wide it reaches up to her eyes. “Take me upstairs and make love to me.”

  Holding her tighter, I plant a kiss on her cheek, taking in the sweet scent of her skin. “Whatever you say, boss.”

  I lift Kennedy over my shoulder and keep moving until I reach my bedroom door. With all the excitement of Kennedy moving into my house, I had to put Roxie in the basement just so we could work without interruption. And she’s also not around to cock block me. She gets in the way of us every time I as much as kiss Kennedy on the forehead.

  Kicking the door closed, I make way over to the bed and set Kennedy down on the comforter. She looks sexy with her blonde hair fanned out around her face, a sexy grin on her lips, and her legs open wide for me. I lean forward to strip her of her shorts and panties and throw them on the floor behind me, licking my lips at the sight of her wet pussy. She’s always ready for me.

  I remove my shirt and then work on my jeans and boxers, leaving a pile of clothes behind me, as I get on the bed with Kennedy and position myself right between her legs. Taking my time, I push her shirt up and over her breasts, reaching behind her to unhook her bra.

  She lifts her shirt over her head, and I help her out of it. Then, I strip her of her bra so I can suck on her nipple while I massage her other breast. Her tits are not big, more like just right, and fit perfectly in my hand. Just like Kennedy.

  Leaving a trail of kisses from her breasts to her stomach, I slip two fingers inside her dripping wet pussy. There was a time when I needed to work through my pain and anger about the past. And Kennedy helped me work through my issues, closed the gaping hole that had left me hollow for so long.

  “Tyler,” she moans as she comes, and after her body stops trembling, I pull back my fingers and ease inside her slow, giving her a few seconds to adjust to my size. Even after all these months together, she still makes a hissing sound as I enter her, biting down on her lip.

  As I slide in and out of her, I pick up the pace and grip her hips, wanting to fuck her before I remember that she wants me to make love to her. Instead of fucking her hard, the way she likes it, I bend down to kiss her, allowing myself to get wrapped up in her kisses, keeping my movements steady.

  “Tyler,” she whispers when our lips separate, scratching her nails down my arms, this time careful not to dig into my skin.

  “That’s it, babe. Come for me,” I say, my voice low.

  With a firm grip, I lift her leg up and over my shoulder and push further inside her. She strengthens the hold she has on my dick, a blush spreading from my cheeks to her chest, as her moans turn into screams and an intense orgasm rocks through her. I love watching her face as she unravels beneath me.

  Now that she’s come, I pump faster, the sweat trickling down my forehead with each thrust. My body trembles one last time as I kiss her, slow and passionate, more sensual than normal because, for the first time, we made love instead of fucking, something I have never done before.

  After I plant a few more kisses on her neck and chest, I slide out of her and roll onto my side of the bed. I smile at the thought. We have our own sides of the bed now.

  “You are fucking amazing, Ken,” I say, resting her head on my chest. “My God, woman, you have no idea how much I love you.”

  “I think I have an idea.” She chuckles to herself, her laughter shaking through me.

  “No, you don’t.” I hold her tighter, never wanting to let her go. “You are it for me, babe.”

  “I feel the same way, Tyler.” She scoots closer and hooks her leg around my thigh, burrowing her face in my chest. “This is home for me. Speaking of home, we should start working on the rest of my boxes. I have a lot of clothes and junk to go through.”

  As she attempts to get up, I pull her back down and snuggle up against her. “Lay with me for a few more minutes before we have to do our adulting.”

  “I have to unpack, and you have Donovan and your trainer coming over in an hour. You should take a shower, so you don’t stink of sex before they get here.”

  I groan, annoyed I have to start training already, because it was nice to have some time off to myself, all of which I have spent with Kennedy. But the thought of getting in the shower with her makes me hard again.

  I place her hand around my cock. “I have one more thing I need you to take care of before we have to act like adults.”

  She
peeks up at me, her hair sweat-matted to her forehead. “Now that you got me all filthy you should be a good boy and help me wash the dirt off.”

  “Oh, baby,” I groan into her ear, lifting her up in the process. “You will pay for saying that.”

  A broad smile crosses her lips. “Good. I’m counting on it.”

  After two weeks of living with Kennedy, Donovan had convinced me it was time for a boys night. It had been months since we last chilled out at my house without women around. We sent Kennedy and Sydney to the spa together for whatever all-day treatments they wanted, followed by drinks and dinner at a restaurant in the city.

  With the house to ourselves, we did what we would normally do and spread out on the large couches, the two of us fucking off, drinking beers, and watching a UFC fight on Pay-Per-View. This is part of our regular off-season ritual, our way to unwind before we get back to the grueling workouts, intense practices, and travelling all the time. Kennedy hasn’t been around for that part of my life. Living in this house alone while I am on the road will not be easy or her, but at least she’ll have Roxie around to keep her company while I am gone.

  “Can you hand me another?” Donovan tries to reach for the six-pack on the coffee table and misses, too lazy to get up. Roxie jumps up and runs her long tongue down the length of his forearm. “Bad girl,” he tells her, wiping the slobber from his skin with a disgusted look on his face.

  “Good girl,” I tell her, flashing a grin in Donovan’s direction that makes his mouth twist in anger. Then, I hold out my arm for Roxie to come over to me. At the sound of my voice, she’s at my side in an instant, her cold nose wetting my forearm as I pet her thick coat.

  “Stop encouraging her.” Donovan sits up and opens two bottles of Heineken with the opener on the table. He passes a beer to me, waiting for me to tap his bottle before we both take a sip.

  “She’s just a baby. You don’t have to be such an ass about it.”