Page 5 of Refusing Kendall

The soft whisper of his breath against my back tickles, and it makes me laugh again. “As much as I’d love to fall asleep back here,” he says, “I’m hanging halfway off the bed.”

Lucas’ stomach jumps against my face as he laughs with me this time. Reluctantly, we move around so that I’m lying in between the two of them in the middle of my huge, king size bed. Lucas grabs the blanket folded at the foot and throws it over us. I’m dozing off before anything else can even be said.

These Are The Moments

It can’t be more than an hour or so later, when I wake up roasting between two hot bodied males. Even with the air set on the never changing sixty-eight in the house, I feel like I’m in an inferno. If this is going to become a habit, we’re going to have to invest in a ceiling fan or something.

I try to get up without disturbing either one of them, but Goose is such a light sleeper that he’s awake instantly. Giving him a quick kiss on the nose, I whisper, “Just going to the bathroom. I’ll be back.”

He nods and releases his hold on me as he lays his head back down. His eyes are closed, and he’s lightly snoring again before I even make it to the doorway. I shake my head and smile as I make my way down the hall.

I don’t even bother throwing anything on. This hallway doesn’t have any windows, and it’s just the five of us here in the house. It gets kind of dark in here sometimes, so I tend to leave the bathroom light on. Not that I’m really scared of the dark, but I don’t like surprises coming at me out of nowhere either.

Learned my lesson on that back in the Spring when some guy jumped Goose and I in Gramps’ old trailer. My shitastic parents reached out all the way from the state prison when Gramps died. Only, it wasn’t to check on me like normal parents would. Oh no, they sent someone after the money from the life insurance policy that Gramps had. Honestly, I didn’t expect anything more or less from the pieces of shit who birthed me. When you’re serving life sentences for drugs and murder, I guess nothing is outside of the realm of possibility. Still, I’d rather not be caught unaware like that again.

Everything is as it should be when I push the door all the way open. The lights over the sink give the room a soft white glow that leaks out into the hallway. As weird as it is, this has to be one of my favorite rooms in the house. It’s got all the normal stuff, sink, toilet, and odds and ends, but the tub is a monstrosity that sits in the back right corner. With jets and all, it’s big enough to fit me, Lucas, and Goose comfortably. Which, isn’t something that has been an option on the table before now. I wonder what it would take to convince them to get in there with me. As I do my business, my gaze falls on the stand-up shower in the opposite corner. Actually, a shower doesn’t sound half bad right now.

Still burning up, I turn the water on to the point to where it’s just barely warm and hop in. The drops running down my head and skin work to cool me off. I’m so focused on how good it feels that I don’t even notice anyone come in until the shower door slides open.

“Want some company?” Teagan asks.

My eyes travel from his long blond hair down to his toes and back up again to find a smirk on those sexy lips. Knowing good and damn well that I’m not going to turn him down, he’s already naked and stepping inside.

“Holy shit, Kendall,” he squawks as the water hits him. “That’s fucking freezing.”

I laugh as he adjusts the temperature to a warmer setting. Once he’s happy with it, he turns back to me, “You know, I already owe you one for earlier.”

Smile never falling, I throw my hands up, “Hey, you invited yourself in here. Not my fault that you don’t like my cold showers.”

His smile turns predatory as he backs me against the wall. The space between us is almost nonexistent as our breath mingles. Leaning even further in, our noses touch as he asks, “Want me to leave?”

One of the things that I love most about Teagan is that his playfulness leaks out of his personality every second of every day, even in the bedroom. He and Mav wouldn’t share me as easily as Lucas and Goose just did, but if he ever warms up to the idea, it’d be interesting to say the least.

“Maybe that should be your punishment for earlier,” he says without waiting for a response from me. “Get you all steamed up in here and let you work it out yourself.”

My head tilts back a little against the wall as I let out a small laugh, “You’d never last.” I purposely let my lips drift across his as I press my body against him.

“Fucking right you are, sweets,” he says, claiming my mouth. “You. Are. Like. A. Fucking. Drug.” Placing kisses on a different spot of me from neck to ear as he says each word, then, “I see you every day, and it still feels like it’s not enough.”

I smile at the ceiling as he licks at the droplets of water rolling down my neck, “Are you saying you’re an addict?”

“Mmm,” he mumbles against my throat, “Fuck yes, I am.”

His mouth drops to my right nipple that is begging for his attention, and my gasp is loud in the quiet of the steaming shower. Sounding like I just ran a marathon, I tease him, “Do we need to stage an intervention?”

In answer, he pulls away, but only long enough to pick me up. With my back against the wall, I wrap my legs around his waist. It’s a good thing there are extra strong no slip grips in the bottom of the shower. Otherwise, with our slippery bodies against each other like this, there’s a good chance we’d end up in a heap on the floor. It also helps that Teagan is almost as big as Goose and just as strong.

Kissing and teasing, he finally gets his payback as he takes his time getting inside of me. We both know that he’s a goner when he does, so he normally takes his time getting there.

I suck his bottom lip through my teeth as he comes back in for a kiss. This results in him upping his tempo as he slams us against the wall.

“Why do you have to be so goddamn sexy?” he asks out of breath. “I never can last.”

Between the pace and his words, I fall over the edge so fast that a small scream leaves my lips. T quickly swallows it as he covers my mouth with his own. My body clenches down on him, and I feel him tense underneath my hands.

It takes us both a few minutes to fully recover. Even when he sets me down, my legs are still a little shaky.

He lets out a hoarse laugh, “Is it wrong that I like that you have trouble walking after I fuck you like that?”

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