Page 14 of Refusing Kendall

Teagan, engrossed in the food in front of him, opens his mouth to answer me, and I’m five seconds away from doing a small victory dance. Breaking them down normally isn’t that easy. Unfortunately, Goose is walking behind him at that exact moment and slaps him in the back of the head. The confused look on Teagan’s face forces an involuntary giggle from my lips, “Why did you have to do that, babe? He was just about to tell me.”

Goose puts his plate in the dishwasher before turning back around to answer, “I know. That’s why he got hit.”

I laugh again and ask, “So, what should I wear tonight. Are we going to be outside or inside?”

“Outside,” Lucas and Mav answer at the same time.

Sitting back, I narrow my eyes at them, “Wait, you guys told Mav and Goose? If I guess it, will you tell me too?”

Mav mirrors my pose, and it brings my eyes to him, “You can guess, but no…no we won’t.”

“Damn it,” I grumble.

Teagan sniggers, and Mav’s eyebrow shoots up as his lips twitch like they are trying to fight a smile.

“Fine, fine,” I say, standing up and pushing away from the table. “I’m going to go change before we leave.”

I make a bet with myself as I walk down the hallway to my room. There’s no way that we’re making it out of this house without one of the guys trying to jump my bones. I’m laying bets in my head that it’ll be either Teagan or Goose. They’ve been more affectionate than normal this afternoon, finding little reasons to put their hands on me. Getting caught up in the excitement of being in the dark about what we’re doing tonight, I allow myself a moment to enjoy this thing that we all have. I know for a fact that I could walk out of the closet that I’m standing in, wearing nothing more than an old potato sack, and they wouldn’t care. Their faces flash in front of my eyes, and it has me letting out a quiet laugh. It would be something to see for sure.

A deep voice pulls me out of my head, “I always wonder what’s going on in that brain of yours when I find you laughing at nothing.”

I’m nowhere even close to being disappointed as I realize that I lost both bets with myself. Throwing a wily look over my shoulder, I find Mav leaning against the door jam with his arms across his chest. He’s the smallest body-wise of the guys, but I’m pretty sure that’s just because Goose and Teagan are massive comparisons. Even still, Mav isn’t small. With his arms crossed the way they are, his biceps strain against the soft black t-shirt that he was wearing underneath his jersey. I must say though, one of my favorite things in their wardrobes are their jeans. Never in a million years did I ever think that something so simple could be so sexy. Mav’s lean toward a form fit in all the right places that showcase his thick muscled thighs and tight ass. It’s one concession I’ll give football, it has toned my guys in the best of ways. Add in the single roll up at the bottom of his pants and the high-top converses covering his feet, he looks like a greaser that just stepped off the page of The Outsiders. And, I’ll be the first to admit, sexy doesn’t even begin to cover it.

“I fucking love it when you look at me like that,” his voice hitting an even deeper note.

Without turning my body to face him, I slowly strip off the top layer of my clothes until I’m standing in front of him in nothing but my bra and panties. Thankfully, I’ve taken a huge liking to the fancier side of underthings. The one I’m wearing is nothing but hot pink lace and a few thin strings. Watching him over my shoulder, I get a front row seat to the heat that passes over his face. His eyes drop and start a slow crawl back up my body. My body feels his gaze almost as if it were his fingers doing the exploring, not his eyes. Goosebumps break out over my skin as he steps away from the door, and his breath warms my shoulder. I let my head fall back against his chest, and his hand comes up to wrap around my throat. He doesn’t squeeze. It’s just a move to remind me who I belong to and nothing more.

“Do you know what that color and all of that lace on your skin does to me?” he all but growls in my ear.

When I don’t answer, he softly bites my neck. I can’t stop the sound that falls from my lips. If it weren’t for his other arm around my stomach, I’m sure I’d be lying on the floor at his feet.

My eyes close at the feel of his teeth on my skin, but a sound behind us has me opening them wide. From the angle we’re standing, I can see the doorway in the mirror that’s at the back of my closet. Teagan’s eyes catch mine before following the same path that Mav’s took. He reaches down and adjusts the front of his jeans. When I find Mav’s face in the mirror, it’s to see him studying me.

His lips find my ear again as he whispers, “You like T standing there watching us, don’t you, baby girl?”

When I don’t answer, he pulls me tighter against his body, “Tell me.”

This time I nod my head. He moves his hand from my neck and into my hair, using it to guide my lips to his. All too soon, he pulls away. Never taking his eyes from mine, he tells Teagan, “Let the others know we’ll be out in a minute.”

My eyes follow Teagan’s departure until he’s no longer in sight, then jerk back to Mav. He waits until he has my undivided attention before his hands make a slow perusal of my body, starting on the outside my thighs, moving up to my hips, and then my ribs. His touch causes a tremble that starts in my legs and works its way up.

Without breaking eye contact, he uses my hips to jerk me against him before crossing an arm over my chest and lowering us to the floor.

“Eyes on me,” Mav demands as puts a hand on the middle of my back and pushes me to my hands and knees.

I’m rewarded when I obey him, able to watch as he grabs the back of his shirt to whip it off over his head. Without conscious thought, my ass drives back against him. In punishment, his hand comes down on my right ass cheek with a loud smack. I let out a quiet whimper allowing my eyes to close. This earns me a slap on the other cheek.

He all but growls, “Eyes open.”

When I focus on his face, it’s all I can do to stop myself from moving against him again.

His hands caress the sting from both sides of my ass, and another needy lust filled whimper escapes me. That’s all it takes for his carefully maintained control to slip.

Not stopping to fuss with the rest of our clothes, he undoes the top of his jeans while sliding my lace panties to the side. In one quick move, he’s inside of me. I cry out from the pleasure of it, but never take my eyes from him.

Leaning over my back, he links an arm around my chest again and pulls my body upright. In this position, I can see everything. On his knees, his stance is wide in order to make allowances for my shorter stature, but it does nothing to hide him sliding in and out of me. One of my hands grips the hair at the back of his head, while the other goes to his hip to hang on.

He growls into my ear, “What would you do if I called T back in here? Would you let him watch? Hmm? Would that turn you on? Or would you beg me to let you fuck him, too?”

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