Page 18 of Reclaiming Kendall

I wrap an arm around Lucas’s waist and use his hip to pull us together, which earns me a kiss to the forehead as his arm tightens across my shoulders.

“Aren’t you hot?” I ask glancing down to where one of his favorite pairs of jeans hugs his ass and thighs.

“Depends on who you ask,” he retorts smoothly.

A laugh bubbles from my lips, and I nudge the hard planes of his stomach with my free hand, “You know what I meant. Why didn’t you change before we left?”

He shrugs, “The sun’ll only be up for a little while longer, anyway. I’ll be fine.”

I roll my eyes at him as we pay for our tickets and make our way inside the gate, “You should go to the locker room with the others for a minute.”

“Yeah, we probably should. T is probably bouncing off the walls right now,” he agrees trying to tug me along behind him.

Digging my feet into the ground pulls us to a stop, and I lock eyes with him grinning, “Just you. I’ll be nothing but a distraction. You guys can come find me in the stands when you’re done.”

“Are you sure, baby? I don’t have to go back there,” he counters.

I’m nodding before he’s even finished speaking, “I’m sure. I’ll be fine. I’m going to go pick us out a good seat.”

He grumbles a few more seconds before I rise on my toes and kiss him quiet. After that, we part to go our separate ways. Finding a big enough empty spot halfway up the bleachers, I take a seat to wait for the three of them to come back. If anyone asks, I’m not even going to lie. I didn’t pick this seat for best field coverage. I chose the spot where I thought I’d be able to get the best shot of Teagan. Am I shameless wife-ing? Why yes, yes I am.

I pull my phone out of my back pocket for a distraction while I wait, running through work emails to make sure nothing needs immediate attention. I’ve barely flicked through the first two when a shadow falls across my lap. Thinking it’s one of my men, I’m surprised when I look up to find a fairly attractive man smiling down at me.

“Can I help you?” I ask, trying my best for it to not come off snotty. It just sets my nerves on edge the way he’s staring without saying a word.

Soon after I speak, he pops out a hand, “Cam.”

Not wanting to be rude, I reach out to grasp it, “Kendall.”

“Nice to meet you,” he says, taking the seat to my right. Now, I’m not one to get claustrophobic. Shit, I sleep between several giants most nights. However, even if I wasn’t saving the seats for my men, I’d still be irritated. I can’t stand when there are open spots all over the place and people feel the need to sit right on top of you.

Cam has an agenda as I realize with his next words, “A pretty girl like yourself shouldn’t be sitting up here all alone. You can come sit with me and my friends down there.”

I look down to where he’s motioning, and I have to fight really hard to keep a snort from sounding out. His friends look to still be in high school, especially if their decked-out school spirit has anything to say about it.

Instead of calling out the obvious age difference, I simply say, “Thanks, but I’m waiting for my people.” ‘Husbands’ almost slips from my tongue, but it doesn’t feel right calling attention like that to Teagan, who might be one of this kid’s teachers.

“They wouldn’t mind, I’m sure,” he tries again.

“Oi,” a voice sounds out from our left. I turn and spot Logan skipping up the stairs, “Take a hike, short stuff.”

The kid looks over to where Leo and Lathan are trailing behind him and swears under his breath about the Rowe brothers. Between that and the look on Ry’s face, who I didn’t even see being tugged up behind Logan at first, I lose my grip on a giggle. Without another word, the kid stalks back down the bleachers where his friends nag him relentlessly.

Ry ungracefully plops down beside me on the bench seat, “Ugh. I feel like we ran a freaking marathon to get here.”

Bemused, I glance at her, “Why were you rushing? There’s still plenty of time before the game starts.”

She huffs and throws a thumb over her shoulder, “Tell that to Long-leg Magoo back there.”

I laugh again, and it finally pulls a smile from her, turning quickly into an eye roll when Logan leans down to put his head between ours, “Not my fault she doesn’t have the stamina to keep up.”

Ry’s face turns pink, knowing good and damn well he wasn’t talking about the walk here. I don’t give her the chance to comment and start a fight, “That’s a nice shirt.”

Looking at me like I’ve lost my mind, she lets out a short laugh, “You’re about as smooth as crunchy peanut butter, you know.”

“I wonder if concessions is open yet. I’m fucking starved,” Leo growls, rubbing a hand against his stomach.

“You should go find out,” Ry tells him before adding, “take Magoo with you.”

---