Page 6 of Refusing Kendall

I lift an eyebrow at him over my shoulder, “No, but it seems to me like I’m still walking.”

His laugh is louder this time. Grabbing my soap, he helps me clean off.

It isn’t until we are wrapped up in towels standing outside the shower that he says, “Maybe for now.” He steps into my space, “But, you haven’t gone to see Mav yet, have you?”

Little butterflies flit around my stomach as his words register in my brain. He’s got me, and he knows it. I get the last laugh as I beat him to his shirt lying on the floor and drag it over my head.

He shrugs, “It looks better on you anyway.”

I wait until he’s getting ready to walk out the door, and I launch myself at his back. There’s no hesitation as he catches my legs and wraps them around his waist. Walking us through the kitchen, I can see that one of them did, in fact, clean up the mess. The dishes are sitting in the drying racks, and all the food from the crockpots must have been put up. These boys really know how to spoil a girl.

Sliding T’s hair over his left shoulder, I kiss the back of his neck.

He glances back at me with a smile, “What was that for?”

I kiss him again in the same spot, “Because I wanted to.”

Taking the steps two at a time, he makes me grin against his back. Always eager to get somewhere and full of energy, that’s my Teagan.

He sets me down outside of Mav’s door, “Okay, little girl. Pony rides are over.” Turning to face me, he wiggles his eyebrows at me, “Unless you want to take this two doors down. Then you can have all the pony rides you want.”

I smack his naked abs before lacing my arms around his neck, “You’d keep me up all night, and I’d never get any sleep.”

“Damn right, you wouldn’t,” he smirks down at me.

I’ve pulled all-nighters with T, and I won’t be the first to lie and say that they weren’t worth every second. However, the only way this works is with the guys each getting equal time with me. They never have to complain that I’m spending more time with one more than the other. On nights like this, though, I always feel like I’m missing something, if I’m not with one of them.

So, instead of following T to his room, I give him a kiss before watching him walk down to his door. He turns around and winks at me before going inside, knowing good and damn well that I was checking out that sexy body of his as he walked away.

With a smile still on my face, I knock on Mav’s door. The sight that greets me when it opens steals my breath. Mav is in nothing but his jeans from earlier and those sexy glasses. It’s one that I don’t see too often anymore since he’s taken to wearing contacts. Leaning a forearm against the side of the door with one eyebrow lifted in question, he stands there watching me. This is the way it always is with him. Every time that we’re alone, it feels like we battle for dominance, all without ever even saying a word. I never win.

“How many times do I have to tell you that you don’t have to knock?” he asks in a tone that leaves no room for argument.

I shrug, “It’s your space. What if you’re changing or something?”

That stoic face cracks as one side of his lips turn up, “Wouldn’t be the first time you’ve seen me naked.”

The fire that the thought of a naked Mav puts in my belly has me stepping forward, pressing chest to chest with him. His dark-blue eyes stare down at me from behind those glasses. Turning my face up towards his, I wait for him to make a move, and I’m not disappointed when he does. His lips close over mine, and I immediately lose myself in the taste and feel of him. Somewhere in my subconscious, I’m aware of him closing the door and backing us up to his bed, but I’m still surprised when the back of my legs hit it.

If he were any of the other three, I’d whip the shirt off my body and probably jump his bones. What Mav and I have is different, though. It took me a couple of tries, but I know what he likes and what he doesn’t. Per usual, I wait until he’s ready to undress me himself. Thankfully, he’s not in a patient mood tonight.

Jerking Teagan’s shirt off me, he picks me up and drops us both to the mattress. His lips leave behind a fiery trail starting at my neck. When his teeth rake over my nipples, I’m pretty sure I start begging. I’ll be the first to admit that I am not ashamed when it comes to my guys, begging included. Only, I wish it worked as well on Mav as it does the others.

He simply ignores me as he continues his exploration, working his way further down my body. As his mouth closes over that most sensitive part of me, my back involuntarily arches off the bed. Burying my hands in that perfectly styled black hair of his, I give it a light tug. He growls and nips at me hard enough that I almost come apart right then and there.

I finally get what I want, though, as he brings his body flush with mine again and slides into me. Pinning my arms to either side of my head, Mav sets a pace that has me calling out his name in a matter of minutes. He buries his face into my neck again as I feel him shudder on top of me.

Rolling off to the side, he takes me with him and pulls me halfway on top of him. I raise up on one elbow to look down at him. With his eyes closed, he doesn’t have the angry lines on his face. It almost makes him look serene. Lightly skimming my other hand over his skin, I watch as little goosebumps break out over his body. When my eyes find his face again, it’s to see him watching me.

I can’t explain why I’m still so nervous with him sometimes. There are just moments in which he can make my insides turn to butter with just a look.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” I ask him quietly.

That eyebrow goes up again as he shakes his head, “Not if you’re asking.”

“So, I’m sleeping with you tonight,” I correct.

He gifts me one of his rare, genuine Mav smiles and tosses his quilt over us.

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