Page 28 of Refusing Kendall

With his face still stuck between my breasts, his reply is muffled. I lean back to kiss him on the lips right before a voice from the doorway startles us, “Looks like T won the bet.”

Mav walks off before I’m even able to see him, so I turn back to Goose, “What bet?”

“How long it would take for me to be all over you,” he chuckles underneath me. “I didn’t even make it out of the house, so T wins.”

I sit back so that I can look down at his face, “Want to take it back?”

A grin spreads over his face, “Not even if my life fucking depended on it.”

Leaning down, I press my lips against his again.

Standing us both up, he puts me back on my feet as he straightens out our clothes. I take his hand and lead him down the hallway. The sight that greets me as we step into the kitchen makes me stop so fast that Goose just about knocks me to the floor as he runs into my back.

“I’m sorry, babe,” he tries to apologize, but I’m pretty sure that my brain has gone into meltdown.

Maverick, Lucas, and Teagan are in various spots around the kitchen, but they all look like sexier versions of Braveheart extras. Not a single one of them is wearing a shirt, so all of that toned, tanned muscle is on display for all eyes to see. The first thing that can’t help be noticed is Lucas’ tattoos spread across his upper body. Not wearing a shirt lays those small silver bars out on display for everyone to see too. Mav doesn’t have as many, but it’s not the ones that you can see for him. It’s the ones that I know are there just out of sight. I can already tell that I was right about one thing tonight. Someoneisgoing to get beat up, but I’m pretty sure it won’t be the guys doing the beating.

The plaid kilts aren’t the only things that match Goose. They all wear similar expressions to him when he first saw me as they give me a once over.

Teagan jumps down from where he’s sitting on the counter and comes to stand in front of us. His colorful tattoos stand out against his tan skin. My eyes are loosely focused on the dragon wrapped around his right upper bicep and the koi fish swimming on his side as he uses his index finger to lift my jaw so that my mouth closes and looks over my head, “I’m not even going to make you pay up tonight.” When he glances back down to me, there’s a smirk playing at the corners of his lips, “You almost look sexier than when you wear my jersey, sweets.”

I have to clear my throat before I can even answer him, “This costume is ridiculous.” Pulling at the bottom hem of the skirt to make it longer, exposes more skin at my stomach. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Mav shift, but he doesn’t come any closer.

“No,” T says moving back two steps and turning around to look over his shoulder, “What’s ridiculous is what I’m wearing underneath this skirt.”

“Kilt,” Goose corrects from behind me at the same time Lucas says, “T, don’t.”

Too late. Teagan bends at the hip and flips his kilt up his back. I cover my mouth, expecting the worst. Giggles break out from behind my hand at the sight of his Superman underwear.

“Gotcha!” he yells as he straightens up.

Goose whispers in my ear, “Watch out, babe.”

Watching us, Teagan takes off running as soon as I step to the side. He barely makes it out the door before Goose is all over him. Thankfully, their long legs have landed them well off the porch so when they hit the ground it’s in the small patch of grass. Goose’s bare ass flashes for a second as they roll around, and I don’t bother hiding my laughs behind my hand this time. It takes a few minutes, but Goose finally gets the upper hand. He makes T tap out before he lets him up.

“Dude!” T shouts, standing up. “The only reason you won is because I felt your nuts on my leg. Why are you not wearing shit underneath there?”

Goose grins at him, “Because, who knows when I’ll get to experience a kilt again. I’m taking full advantage.” His eyes cut over to me, “Besides, Kendall wasn’t complaining earlier.”

I know my face turns pink as three other sets of eyes turn to me, but I just wink at him.

“Damn, I’ll take mine off, too,” Teagan says, reaching under the kilt.

“Leave your pants on, T,” Mav growls. “We’ll never get there otherwise.”

“Let’s go, baby,” Lucas whispers in my ear as he throws an arm around my shoulders. He ushers me into his truck, and we wait for the others to pile in. I always end up in the middle of the backseat so the guys aren’t all squished together back here. Mav gets in on my left and slides his hand across my upper thigh. An arm goes around me from the right as Teagan jumps in and shuts the door. Lucas cranks up the radio, and that’s how we ride to the frat house.

I can feel the beat pumping in my chest before we even step out of the truck. There are people all over the rails of the porch. Some are just chatting. Some drinking. One guy falling off the rail backwards. It’s a very picturesque college party.

The guys walk through the door, and the noise intensifies. Huge bodies jump up and down and yell at the guys about the game earlier. I’m jostled for about two seconds before Goose reaches out to tuck me safely between him and Mav. I can’t help but to reach out and run my hand up the muscles on Mav’s back. I love the way they flex underneath my touch as he high fives the guys around us.

An hour and a few drinks later, I find myself in Goose’s arms as we sway to the music that is still pounding. My body fits right into his, and it makes me wish we were back home right now, because I’m ready for round two of these kilts.

There’s sweat pouring down the both of us from the crush of bodies in the house. We get a break in songs, and I let him know I’m going to go find a bathroom. Fighting the crowd, I make my way to the quieter part of the house. The line for the bathroom feels like it takes hours. By the time that I finally make it to the door, I’m cursing everyone, including the guys for letting me drink.

After relieving myself, I go back in search of the guys. It feels like the number of people in here has doubled, if that were even possible. I’m having to squeeze through half naked bodies just to get anywhere. There’s a break off to the side that doesn’t seem to have the flow of people, so I take it. It’s a short hallway leading towards the kitchen, and someone has thrown up in the middle of the floor. Makes sense as to why no one is in here now. Stepping over the mess on the floor, I round the corner heading back into the party space of the house. Only, I stop and hide behind a huge dude dressed as a caveman when I overhear some girls in the corner mention kilts. The music assaults my eardrums, and it makes my already intoxicated brain pound as I try to hear what they’re saying.

I pretend to be a part of the small group in front of me and scoot a little closer to the girls. Call me a jealous skank for eavesdropping, but I’m pretty sure that’s my quad they’re talking about, and my curiosity gets the best of me.

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