Page 81 of Play Along

God, her mouth is soft. Eager too, like she’s been waiting her whole life to kiss someone the way she’s kissing me.

While my fingers tangle into that auburn hair, Kennedy’s tongue ever so slightly licks my bottom lip, and the needy groan that leaves my throat might be the most desperate sound I’ve ever made.

She smiles into me, my wife who has no idea how fucking badly I’ve wanted this. Wished for this. Dreamed of this.

Lips parting, her tongue—her perfect fucking tongue—slides against my own and this time it’s Kennedy moaning into my mouth.

God I’m going to lose it. I’m going to fucking come from a kiss and a leg slung over my lap. But the way her mouth moves, the way her tongue glides, she doesn’t need to be taught anything about kissing, that’s for goddamn sure.

It feels far too sexual for this to simply be a kiss. It feels like we’re fucking each other with our mouths and when Kennedy’s nails scrape against the nape of my neck, when she tugs at the ends of my hair, I have to pull away.

“Fuck, Kenny,” I breathe, forehead falling to hers.

“Was that okay?”

I can’t help but laugh in disbelief. “Shut up.” Pulling her hips into me, I make sure she feels just how hard I am. “You know that was more than fucking okay. It was goddamn perfect.”

“I like kissing you.”

“Mmm, how did those words feel coming off your tongue?”

She smiles against my lips. “Like acid.”

I’m so fucked.

In what world does she think she’s going to start seeing anyone else after this? After me?

Not a chance in hell.

To make sure of it, I lean in, taking her mouth once again. It’s softer this time as my palm runs the column of her spine, up and over her shoulder to glide along her left arm. I stop when I find her hand holding onto the back of my neck.

I cover hers with mine, toying with the ring on her left hand as we kiss in the back corner of the dark nightclub.

She wants intimacy? This feels intimate as fuck.

Someone clears their throat next to us, loud enough for us to stop, but Kennedy is still half on top of me, leg still slung over my hip. I’ve got one arm wrapped around her waist, my other hand still bent back to hold hers.

Her forehead is pressed to mine when we look over to find Kai, Miller, Cody, and Travis watching us with a range of expressions. Kai and Travis have wide, disbelieving eyes. Miller is laughing and the birthday boy is shooting us two thumbs up from the back of the group.

Kennedy straightens, fixing her cropped sweater and readjusting her leather pants.

“Cars are here to take us back to the hotel,” is all Kai says.

Kennedy clears her throat. “Okay.”

My brother looks to me for a response.

“I’ll uh... yeah, just give me a couple minutes.”

“Jesus, fuck,” he mutters with a laugh before slinging an arm over Miller and heading towards the exit.

Travis and Cody follow behind, but not before Cody turns back to us with his hand over his heart. “Love this for you guys.”

Kennedy takes a step to follow them, but I hook a hand over her hip to stop her.

“Hey.” I pull her back between my legs, placing another kiss on my wife’s mouth, making sure she knows this doesn’t have to end right now, in this club, confined to a dark corner.

Without thinking about it, she wraps her arms around my shoulders again, eyes bouncing between mine. “Thanks for my first lesson.”

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