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“Do you look like him?”

“Not at all but let Mom tell it, we act like him.”

“Hmm, I might need a crash course from your mom on how to put up with you.”

“You’re doing better than most,” he pecked my lips before turning off the lamp.

The list of things he cared for seemed short, but the emotions ran so deep that he locked them away because anything else would break him. Kenyon Keyes wasn’t as carefree as I thought.

His lips moved against mine, desperate, almost bruising, and I could feel the weight of everything he wasn’t saying pouring into that kiss. It was overwhelming, but I didn’t pull away. I closed my eyes, my fingers threading through his hair as he kissed his way to my neck.

“So this is why you really made me come home?”

“To make you feel better?” he flirted, sliding his fingers inside my panties, and sure enough, they were soaked.

His comment made me chuckle. “Because you’re horny.”

“I’m not horny, just thirsty,” Kenyon smiled, his thumb on my clit while he slipped another finger inside of me. “One lick, please. My mouth is dry, and you’re always so wet,” he slid a second one inside, filling me and stretching me, causing sweat to bead on my forehead.

Sex with Kenyon was such a different experience. Calvin never made me see stars when I closed my eyes. Hell, Calvin never made me crave sex, but Kenyon did, so I parted my legs wider, granting him access with one stipulation.

“Say something in Spanish first.”

He smirked, likely never begging for anything, but gave in. “Por favor, bebe?*.” He rubbed the side of my neck with his lips, “He sido un buen chico.?*”

He made Spanish sound so sexy my stomach twisted. Kenyon kneaded my breast in his tattooed hand, and I couldn’t help the way my hips twitched. “That means, please, baby. I’ve been such a good boy.” He slid down, his face resting between my legs. “Let me make you feel good.”

Kenyon always said he wasn’t in control of himself inside me, but I thought it was just talk. Watching him have a personal heart-to-heart with my pussy while I caressed the length of his back told me it might’ve been some truth to that, listening to his confessions.

I might not have been your first, but I’m damn sure your last.

Let me fill you up and make you scream tonight.

Let out all that frustration.

I don’t know how to hold back with you.

How did you get in my head like this Babygirl?

I can never tell you no. Even when I know I should.

You make me do shit I’ve never done for anybody else.

Are you even real?

Kenyon’s hand wrapped around my throat because he didn’t want answers. He just needed to release everything in his head, so I gripped his wrist to keep his hand in place. How Kenyon praised me made me wonder why I ever thought I didn’t deserve the world.

* Please, baby

* I've been a good boy.

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Kenyon

Every crate had been double-checked, and every package was accounted for just as it was supposed to be, so I could get out of here.

"Keep the rotation tight. We don’t need any unnecessary attention right now. I’m out. Hit Kross if you need anything,” I said, slapping hands with Nolan.

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