Page 36 of Refusing Kendall

“God, sweets. You’re always surprising me,” he grins down at me.

Even though I wasn’t exactly kidding with my proposal, we never act on it. Instead, I let him lead me in dances that would make even the most wicked of people blush. By the time we’re in the Jeep hours later, I’m exhausted, but still riding the high.

I wait until he’s jumped in his seat and navigated us on the road towards home, “We’re doing this again sometime, right?”

He glances over to me, “I’d do anything to see you in a dress like that again.”

The entire night has been one giant tease, and it’s left me wanting him like I’ll never have him again. So, it’s an easy decision to give him a little payback.

“This dress?” I ask, using that split up the middle to my advantage. I know for a fact he can see all the way up to the black lace thong I’m wearing underneath. His eyes leave the road just long enough to travel up my naked legs to the top of the split. I blame the groan that slips from his lips as he adjusts himself underneath his slacks for my next move. Safety first and all that jazz, but I can’t find it in me to care as I undo my seatbelt and lean across the empty space between us. Teasing the hollow of his throat right where I know he sweet spot is, elicits another groan from him. I move my attention to his ear as I play with his lobe between my teeth.

“Keep both hands on the wheel, Mr. Morgan,” I say softly.

Fully turned in his direction, it’s easy enough to slip my hands down the front of his body to undo his belt and slacks. I watch him grip the wheel tight enough for his knuckles to go white as I drag the zipper down. He took the lead all night, and now it’s my turn. I pull down the hem of his briefs just enough to free him, and I get a hiss of air in response as I take him in my hand.

When I go back to the spot on his throat, his voice comes out deep and strained, “You’re going to make us wreck, sweets.”

“Then keep your eyes on the road, pumpkin,” I tell him, and move down to replace my hand with my mouth.

Teagan swears under his breath, and one of his hands comes down to tangle in my hair. In the back of my mind, I register that song by Imagine Dragons, Teagan’s song as I’ve come to think of it, softly playing through the speakers. Very fitting.

I concentrate on the little sounds that slip from him as I do certain things. Of course, I already know what he likes, but doing it this way seems so naughty, and it makes it ten times sexier. He never forces me with his hand that’s at the back of my head. His fingers go from clenching to massaging my scalp, almost as if he can’t help himself.

It isn’t much longer that I feel the Jeep come to a stop, and he throws it into park. Teagan pulls my head up as he meets me halfway to crush our lips together. Now that we’re stopped, I take full advantage. Pressing my body against his, I throw my leg over to straddle him. I wasn’t exactly expecting to go this far in the car, but now that we’re here, there’s no going back. His right hand slides up my inner thigh, and I’m not ashamed to arch myself into him as his fingers slip underneath the thin layer of panties between us. I moan into his mouth as he finds that I’m ready for him. He just doesn’t realize, I’ve been like this all night.

Teagan deepens the kiss as he positions himself below me. Wasting no time in getting what I want, I lower myself on to him. The angle is a bit awkward, but damn does it feel good. Those big hands of his goes to my hips, and he helps me move on top of him. It doesn’t take long before our breath starts to fog up his window. Anyone who drives by would still be able to see us through it. As if the thought alone conjured it, a bright light shines through my closed eyelids.

Jerking my eyes open, I find a car headed towards the Jeep. With us parked on the street, there would be no doubt as to what we’re up to.

“Shit,” I say, throwing myself sideways back into the seat.

A dark laugh comes from Teagan, and he tucks himself back into his pants, “Let’s go inside, sweets. I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

I wait for him to come around and open my door, which he likes to do. Reaching up on my toes, I steal another kiss before leading us into the house.

It’s quiet, so the others must already be in bed. At least my hall is still lit up. Not like Teagan gives me a chance to get that far. His arms go around me from behind as his lips come down on my naked shoulder. The next thing I know, my back is pressed against the wall as he claims my lips again. And, that’s what this is, a claiming. I must have gotten him really riled up, because he’s showing no signs of slowing down. He’s got my ankles locked around his ass and is inside of me in no time. I let one hand wander into the long, blonde locks tickling my skin as the other digs into his shoulder and back.

Conscious of the other guys in the house, I try to keep quiet. I really do. There’s just something about Teagan like this. It’s primal, and I can’t hold back the sounds that come out of my mouth. His lips leave a blazing trail down my neck as I close my eyes and arch my back. A few seconds later, I get goosebumps over my arms. When my eyes snap open, they lock onto Mav standing in the doorway just outside of the kitchen. His eyes give us a once over before his heated gaze comes back to my face. With his stance wide and arms across his very naked chest, he looks pissed, but that fire in his eyes says differently, and so does the bulge in the front of his jeans. Right now, in this moment, I wish more than anything that he’d make himself known and join us, even if he doesn’t share well. I’m a selfish cow like that.

“Teagan,” I moan, gripping his hair with both hands. I try to pull him to face me. The whole point is to get him to move us to my bedroom, but the sound of his name just seems to spur him on. He starts moving faster, and hard enough that all I can do is hang on. My eyes never leave Mav’s, even as I come apart in T’s arms, and he finds his own release. It’s only after he claims my lips that I look over his shoulder to find Mav gone. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the intensity that comes from being in a relationship with my quad like this. As crazy as it sounds, I never want it to end.

Psycho Bullshit

I spend the next several days in a blissed-out state. With Thanksgiving holiday coming up soon, we’ve all decided to take the whole week off. That means we’ll be missing two days’ worth of classes, so I’ve been trying to stay ahead. There’s been no drama, and with the guys busy with practice, it’s been a perfect time to do so.

I’m feeling so confident and content that the envelope taped to the front door when I get home doesn’t even faze me. I rip it off and unlock the door. Tossing all of my stuff on the counter, I set about making myself a snack. I’ve been eating so much more than usual lately. What’s really shocking is the fact that all my clothes still fit. I probably consume twice the calories that I’m supposed to in a day now. Just another thing having four boyfriends is good for, I guess. Between my sex drive and theirs, I shouldn’t ever have to step foot in a gym.

I smile at myself in the glass of the microwave as the thought crosses my mind. Shaking my head, I go to move my bag into the desk chair while my leftovers warm up. The Manila envelope from the door slips out from underneath and hits the floor with an ominous smack.

There’s no name or anything else on it, so I shrug and run my finger along the seal when I pick it up. Whatever it is inside, feels super thick, almost like legal papers. Moving them to the counter, I get them about a third of the way out before I realize that they’re not papers, but pictures instead.

The first two make my stomach clench but aren’t too bad. Just Teagan and I in the club Saturday while we were dancing. Of course, the further I flip through the more I feel the urge to throw up. When I get to the ones of us in the Jeep in one of our private moments, the pictures slip from my fingers and fall back to the floor. Scattered around my feet, I look around and see us in various compromising positions during our time in the Jeep. I wish I could stop my heart from racing so fast and could actually enjoy the look on Teagan’s face right before he pulled me up from his lap. Or, the love on both of ours right before he kisses me. Instead, the wrongness of someone not only catching us like this, but going as far as to snap pictures of it too, makes me feel sick.

The microwave beeps at me, but I’m no longer hungry. I stare down at the pictures surrounding my feet. Backing up some, I start to pace. Never taking my eyes off of them, I internally debate my next course of action. This definitely needs to be reported to the police, and I need to tell the guys. Since they’ve got practice today, I really don’t want to have them skip it, just to come over for something I can handle myself. I can always tell them face to face tomorrow.

A noise at the front door reminds me that I’ve become slack and careless over the last couple of days. I didn’t even bother throwing the lock behind me when I came inside. It cracks open, and I don’t even have time to be ashamed of the girly scream that leaves my mouth. Of course, it’s cut short when Mav’s curious face appears through the crack. The others file in behind him, and I have to physically grab the counter and my chest to keep myself steady.

Teagan and Goose both have wide grins on their faces, clearly finding humor in them scaring me half to death.

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