Page 46 of Refusing Kendall

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he promises, his warm breath tickling my belly button.

I try my best not to giggle as it tickles, “You can buy me as many as you want as long as you promise to rip them all off like that.”

His teeth graze my hip bone, making my back arch off the bed. Working slowly back up my body, against my lips, he tells me, “Baby, you are drop dead fucking sexy. There would be no problem at all making or keeping that promise. We may need to go ahead and purchase stock in wherever you find these little things.”

My laugh turns to a moan as he takes control and proves just how much he’s missed me lately. One of the things I love most about Lucas is that he always takes his time. Even tonight, he may have jumped all over me after I teased him, but he takes his sweet ass time loving me. After our second round, we’re both breathing hard and exhausted. He tucks my back into his chest, but right as I close my eyes I remember something I haven’t done yet.

“Just a sec,” I tell him, getting up to grab my phone from beside the chair I was in earlier.

When I go back to the bed, he leans up on an elbow and kisses my shoulder, reading over my shoulder I’m sure. Once I hit send on the message to Goose, telling him that I love him, I let Lucas pull me back into his arms.

“You’re still doing that?” he asks once we’ve settled back in.

I bite my lip for a second before answering, “Yeah. I wish that he’d stop acting the way that he is, but I do still love him.”

His arms tighten around me, “He still loves you too, you know. It’s just a lot for him to handle right now. His dad coming back just to say that he never wants to see him again, and even going as far as to sell their house, it’s really fucked with his head.”

“I know,” I tell him as a tear rolls sideways out of my eye. “That’s why we can’t give up on him. He needs us.”

I feel Lucas nod against my back before he kisses my shoulder, “We won’t give up, baby. We’ll find a way to pull him back.”

Our words circle around in my head before I feel exhaustion pull me under.

What feels like only an hour later, a sound in my room has my eyes opening. A dark shadow stands beside the bed, and I have to swallow down a scream when I realize that it’s only Goose. I don’t know how long he’s been here, but he’s just standing there staring down at us.

“Grant?” I ask softly, hoping the use of his real name will take root in that head of his. I sit up, and he reaches out a hand to caress my cheek. Turning, I place my lips against his palm, and he lets out a soft groan. I watch as he strips out of his clothes, stumbling as he does so.

When he climbs into bed, I have to bite back my revulsion at the smell rolling off of him. Not him, per se, just what smells like the bottom of a bottle of Jack. I ignore it when he kisses me, though. Goddamn it, I’ve missed him so much. He presses me back into the bed never breaking our lips apart. We had to of woken Lucas up. He’s facing us, but his eyes are still closed. Probably trying not to spook Goose away.

Goose switches his attention to my neck, and after a few minutes his body goes slack on top of mine. Which is fine for a few minutes, I’m not a soft woman and can take the brunt of their weight, for a short while at least. He’s heavy as fuck, though, and after a couple minutes it makes it to where I can’t really breathe.

“Babe?” I question.

No answer.

“Goose?” I try again.

Nothing.

I push against his chest, trying to roll him over. Of course, he doesn’t even budge, so I get louder, “Grant, babe, I can’t breathe.”

Lucas stirs at my side, and as much as I don’t want to admit it to myself, let alone anyone else, I’m pretty sure Goose just passed out on top of me.

“Baby. Please help,” I mutter still struggling to breathe.

He’s up on his knees in a flash, rolling Goose until he’s inches from falling off the bed.

“Don’t let him fall,” I say, grabbing one of his arms.

Lucas grunts, “It would serve him right if he did. Maybe a hard fall and sleeping on the floor for a night would do him some good.”

My free hand runs down Lucas’ side, and he sighs, “Fine.” Leaning over me again, he jerks Goose’s huge and lightly snoring form until he’s not at risk of falling off.

“He better be glad he’s worse for the wear right now. I should kick his fucking ass for this, and I’m sure that Maverick will,” Lucas says, laying back down and pulling me back against his body.

“Maybe you shouldn’t tell them,” I say into his chest.

His hand that has been rubbing up and down my back stills, “I won’t if you don’t want me to, but he needs to know that this shit is not ok, baby.”

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