Page 27 of Refusing Kendall

“Nothing, unless you count Kendall telling T that he’s the worst cook on the East Coast,” Mav says since Goose is still laughing.

“She didn’t say it like that,” Teagan says, faking hurt.

“That’s right, pumpkin,” Goose says turning to face us, so he can tease him, “She just said you’re only good at pizza and ice cream.”

“Pumpkin?” Lucas asks, and it sets the others off again.

“T’s new nickname from Kendall,” Mav says as he takes some waters out of the fridge and carries them to the table.

Lucas shrugs as he smiles, “I like it. Do I get one?”

I catch a glimpse of Goose’s jaw hitting his chest before I turn my face up to Teagan for a kiss. He grins down at me and complies.

The guys set the table and won’t let me help with anything. I wait until everyone is digging into their food before announcing, “We’re getting a boat.”

Four sets of eyes turn to me with various expressions held in them. Mav already knows why I mention the boat, so his arched eyebrow is no surprise. Lucas and Goose seem intrigued, but it’s T that surprises me.

“What kind of boat are we getting and why?” he asks with a touch of fear in his eyes.

“I was thinking a sailboat,” I admit as I stuff a bite of food in my mouth.

Teagan groans, “But why? Can we buy land that has a lake on it, so we don’t have to ever put it in the ocean?”

Goose chuckles, “It was all fun and games the other night with Lucas and the ferris wheel wasn’t it, pumpkin?” T punches him in the arm, but doesn’t say anything as Goose clues me in, “He doesn’t like sharks.”

“Or jellyfish, or stingrays, or any other beast in the ocean,” T finally admits. “I’m just not a fan. I never have been.”

I don’t want him thinking that I’m laughing at him, but the whole situation is humorous to me. The first time I met my quad, I labeled Teagan as a “surfer boy” because of his long blonde hair and muscular build. I guess that presumption was way off the mark.

Mav steps in to save the day and my awesome boat idea, “I didn’t think it was a good idea either, until she pointed out that she will, in fact, need a new bikini if we start sailing.”

T’s eyes flick back to mine, and I wink at him. He groans, and I know that I’ve won.

“Oh,” Goose starts, “Before I forget, babe. We got invited and are going to a frat party next weekend.”

I crinkle my nose. It’s a well-known fact that none of us like going to those things. His face is so excited though, so I don’t interrupt him to give him my opinion on the matter.

“It’s Halloween, and they’re throwing a costume party,” he says excitedly. The first thing that pops into my head is Goose in a kilt, but it’s quickly ruined by his next words, “We’ve already ordered our costumes. Are you good going as a group, or would you rather pick your own?”

I shrug, “I’ve never gone to a costume party before, so we can go with what you’ve got picked out already.”

The smug smile he throws me makes me question if giving him that option was the right choice. If I’m honest with myself, though, I have to admit that I can’t wait to find out.

Kilts

“Jesus F Christ,” I say to myself in the mirror. Our costumes got here a couple days ago, but I wasn’t allowed to see them until today. Goose says it was as not to spoil the surprise. I’m beginning to think its, so I didn’t have time to protest and find another costume. I’m in a plaid skirt that form fits around my waist and is only long enough to barely cover my ass. Add that to the slit going up my left leg, and I might as well be standing here in nothing other than my black lacy panties. The costume came with a white tank top, but it cuts off right under my boobs. There’s a sash that attaches to the skirt and goes up around my shoulder. Basically, neither of them doing anything to help the almost naked situation. There weren’t any shoes given to me, so I decide to be a rebel and put on my old lace up boots. Now, I don’t think I’m hot by any means, I’m just me. But what I do know, is that an outfit like this, even on Shrek, would draw attention. A sick feeling drops into my stomach. Someone is definitely going to get beat up tonight.

“Knock, knock,” Goose calls out from the door to my room.

Walking out of the closet, I get my first glimpse of him in costume, and I know I must look like a fish as I try to get words to come out of my mouth. The entire thirty minutes it took to get this stupid thing on, never once did I stop to think about our matching costumes. I was more worried about being nearly naked in a frat house full of drunk dudes. It wouldn’t have mattered, though. Anything I could have even attempted to picture in my head wouldn’t have done what’s standing in front of me any justice.

The plaid from Goose’s kilt matches mine perfectly, only his is a little less slutty looking. He’s bare chested and the sash that is supposed to go across his chest is hanging flush with the kilt. My guess is that it wouldn’t fit around his massive form. His combat style boots tie into the whole get up and make him truly mouthwatering. It takes me a minute to realize that he’s still got a stunned look on his face. A face half painted blue.

I can visibly see when he finally gets himself under control. The expression on his face turns to that of a feral animal. It’s a look I’ve never seen on him before, and my heart starts to pound in my chest. I don’t move as he stalks over to me, and without a word, he lifts me up by my ass cheeks. Fully expecting my back to be pressed against the wall, I’m surprised as he takes a seat in the wing back chair in the corner. It has no arms, so it makes the perfect place for me to straddle his legs. He hardly ever takes control when we are together, but when he does, it’s hot enough to melt ice in a blizzard.

As his hands skim the outsides of my thighs, he pushes my skirt up to my hips. I think I might hit the floor as he pulls part of his kilt out of the way, and I get to see that he’s bare ass naked underneath. A small moan escapes my lips at the sight, much less the thought, of him going commando all night. Oh, the trouble we could get into.

Over the next few minutes, nothing else matters. Goose captures all of my attention as he takes my hips in his large hands. His fingers digging into my skin as he does the work for both of us. We both finish in record time. He presses his face into my chest as I rest my forehead against his shoulder, “I love you, Grant.”

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