Page 7 of Refusing Kendall

The very first night that I physically slept with Mav, I woke up the next day to find him gone. There hasn’t been a single day that it’s happened since then. He’s always there the second that my eyes open. Today is no exception.

I wake up in almost the same position that I fell asleep in. One of the reasons why I get a full night’s sleep when I’m with him is the fact that he doesn’t toss and turn. Feeling his fingers skimming up and down my spine, I know that he’s already awake. I snuggle closer to him, and a deep chuckle vibrates his chest.

“Good morning, baby girl,” he says, still smiling. I love waking up next to him in a good mood before the world has had a chance to make him hard again.

“Mmm, morning,” I tell him, keeping my face angled away. Dragon breath in the morning is a real thing. The guys act like it doesn’t bother them, but it does me.

The smell of coffee and bacon seems to seep straight up through the floor, and my stomach growls. What can I say? I’ve always had a good appetite, and I definitely do now trying to keep up with the four of them.

Mav laughs at the sound, “Smells like they’re about done with breakfast, if you’re ready to go down.”

I want to squeeze him harder and make him promise that we don’t have to leave this room all day. The guys have different plans it seems, as Lucas raps twice on the door before sticking his head in, “Hey, wanted to let you guys know that breakfast is finished. Just in case you wanted to get down before it gets cold, or before T and Goose eat it all.”

Looking towards the door, I catch his eye, “We’ll be down in just a sec. Thank you.”

He winks before shutting the door back.

Rolling over on my back, I stretch my body out. Mav props himself up on one elbow on his side to watch me, “If you weren’t so hungry, and the threat of the food actually being gone by the time that we got down there wasn’t an issue, I’d much prefer to just have you for breakfast.”

A flush comes over my skin at his words, as well as a grin, “Lucas wouldn’t let them, but there is cereal and other stuff in the pantry, if they do eat it all by chance.”

That’s all he needs to hear, apparently. Turning the rest of the way over, he moves until his body is covering me with his weight settled on both elbows. Morning breath is the last thing on my mind as his lips crash down on mine.

Twenty or so minutes later, we’re both semi-dressed and heading downstairs. I just slipped Teagan’s shirt back on and stole a pair of Mav’s boxers. I keep a robe in each one of their rooms for this reason, but the one in Mav’s room is missing. I don’t remember taking it downstairs to the laundry, but anything is possible.

The rest of my guys are talking about one of their classes as we walk into the kitchen. Lucky shits are taking almost all of their basic classes together. Lucas is making glasses of orange juice and milk. Goose is pulling what looks the last of the bacon out of the pan, and Teagan keeps trying to steal it. All eyes turn to us as Goose smacks his hand, and I laugh.

Walking over to Goose, I throw my arms around his middle and go up on my toes to give him a kiss. It gives T the perfect opportunity to snatch a piece of bacon off the plate without him noticing.

I try to hide my laugh this time so not to give him away, “Thank you guys for cooking breakfast. If you would’ve woke us up a little earlier, I could have helped.” As it is, I walk around T trying to sneak another piece and grab some of the glasses from Lucas to put them on the table.

He kisses my cheek as he passes by, “Not a chance, beautiful. We wanted to let you sleep in today.”

“Yeah,” Goose says, sitting down at the table beside Lucas and across from me, “At least one of us should get the extra sleep.Someonewoke me up at five this morning trying to spoon with me.”

Taking a big sip of my juice while he’s talking turns out to be a very bad idea. The mental visual that hits me after his words has me choking and trying to keep juice from coming out of my nose. I don’t know if they’re laughing at me or Goose, but the guys practically bust a fucking gut right there at the table. Their hysterics make me laugh even harder, at least, after I’m able to eventually get the juice to go down the right way. It’s a good five minutes before any of us get ourselves under control.

Lucas sets us off again as he says, “Can’t help it; I’m a cuddler, man.”

“Whatever floats your boat, dude,” Goose retorts, “Just save that shit for Kendall next time.”

I jump to Lucas’ aid between laughs, “In his defense, he didn’t know that I got up last night. You woke up and could’ve gone to your bed.”

We load up our plates with bacon, eggs, grits, biscuits, and gravy as we continue our conversation.

“Hey,” Goose says, pointing his fork at me, “Whose side are you on? Besides, I distinctly remember you saying that you were only going to be gone just a second.”

Teagan, sitting to my left, raises his hand like we’re back in high school, “Yeah, that was my fault. I got her a little sidetracked.”

He puffs out his chest like he’s super proud of it, too. I just shake my head and laugh at his antics.

Mav, who takes the seat to my right instead of the other head of the table, slides his hand across the top of my thigh. He arches that brow at me, but his smile tells me just how happy he is. No matter how crazy shit gets around here,these are the momentsthat keep us sane and more importantly, together.

Tomorrow Can’t Come Fast Enough

Mondays are literally the bane of my existence. Not only is it a Monday, but I’ve got an extra two hours of class in an art lab. I really don’t have any interests in art. Photography is more my thing, but I had to take an elective. Add to the fact I’m coming off the high of spending the weekend with the guys. They’ll have practice for hours tonight, meaning I likely won’t see them until tomorrow. So yeah, my Mondays suck.

I survive the first two classes, but I’m definitely going to need a quick pick me up before my lab. Swinging by the only coffee place on campus, I stand in line for thirty minutes for a blonde latte with an extra shot of espresso. Call me crazy, but I think it’s more than worth it.

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