Page 53 of Slap Shot Daddies

She releases a sigh, her expression clouding slightly. “Family stuff,” she replies, her tone suggesting she doesn't wish to say more.

I nod, understanding her reluctance, and shift the conversation to my own family, talking about Wyatt, his eagerly anticipated visit, and how much I miss him. I recount the story of my ex-wife, her betrayal, and how it shattered my perception of love for a time.

Kenzie listens with genuine interest, nodding thoughtfully and offering soft hums of empathy. “I bet you’re excited to see your son.”

“More than words can describe. I’m picking him up today at three.” A smirk tugs at my lips, and I want to say somethingthat will keep the conversation going. “I wrote a book about running,” I reveal with a hint of pride.

Her eyebrows arch in surprise. “You wrote a book?”

“Don’t sound so surprised,” I tease, enjoying her reaction.

She giggles, a light sound that dances in the air. “I mean, I’d love to read it. I bet I could kick your ass if I used your own methods against you.”

I flash a grin at her challenge. “You wish,” I retort playfully.

We race up the hill, legs burning with effort, until we finally reach the peak where the dense canopy of trees begins to thin and opens up to reveal a breathtaking panorama. Below us, the town sprawls in every direction, its rooftops bathed in the soft, golden light of the rising sun.

The distant Mississippi River meanders through the landscape like a shimmering silver ribbon, cutting through the city with lazy, winding curves that catch the light.

Kenzie exhales deeply, placing her hands on her hips as she absorbs the scene before her. Her eyes are wide, taking in the beauty with a sense of awe and wonder.

“Wow,” she breathes softly, her voice barely more than a whisper carried away by the breeze. “It’s beautiful.”

I don’t respond immediately, not because I disagree, but because I’m entranced by her. I note the way her dark eyes glisten in the morning light, catching flecks of gold from the sun, and the way her lips part ever so slightly, her breath still coming fast and shallow from the exertion of our run.

I take in the way she stands there, completely at ease, as if all the worries of the city and its relentless expectations have evaporated in this tranquil moment.

She turns to me and catches me watching her, a soft smile playing on her lips. “What?” she asks, curiosity lacing her voice.

Instead of answering, I step closer, gently lifting her chin with a fingertip before dipping my head to capture her lips in aslow, deep kiss. She melts into me, her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt as I pull her closer, feeling the warmth of her body against mine.

Her scent envelops me, a heady mix of clean sweat, the tang of citrus, and an elusive sweetness that I can't quite identify but find utterly intoxicating.

Out here, with the vastness of the world spread out before us, under the pale blush of dawn, with no one else around, Kenzie is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

Our kisses become more frantic and hot. My hands slide across the tight fabric of her clothing, slipping beneath her sports bra to caress the soft skin underneath. Kenzie gasps against my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair as she presses herself closer.

I back her up against a nearby tree, the rough bark scraping against her exposed skin. She doesn't seem to mind, wrapping one leg around my waist to pull me closer. I groan, grinding against her, feeling the heat of her body even through our clothes.

"Ambrose," she breathes, her head falling back as I trail kisses down her neck. "We shouldn't… We’re in public.”

But her actions betray her words as she arches into me, her hips rocking against mine. I slide my hand down her side, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her leggings.

"Tell me to stop," I murmur against her skin. "And I will.”

She's quiet for a moment, her chest heaving with excitement. “Don’t stop, please. I want you here, now.”

She doesn’t have to say more and I guide her over to the wooden railing overlooking the view.

She naturally bends over it, poking her perfect ass back out to me, and I revel in her as I pull her pants down and dive face-first into her, licking every part of her.

Kenzie’s moans fill the air with an intensity that makes my cock ache against the inside of my running shorts. She pushes back against me, sopping my face before I can’t take it any longer. I stand, my hands thrusting her hips back toward me, and I press into her.

I gasp, feeling myself fill her up completely, sliding myself back and forth inside of her. Her good hand grabs onto my own, her nails digging into my flesh as she screams in pleasure.

The beautiful scenery below us stretches out, the sun gilding it as I rock inside of her and she presses back against me. She’s so wet, so tight, it’s all I can do not to bust immediately, but I want to take care of her.

“I’m so close,” she breathes out, writhing a little against me.

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