Page 31 of Reclaiming Kendall

I smile thinking of him, "Yeah, that's true. But we need to FaceTime Lincoln soon. If you're feeling like the JELLO when you're looking like the crème brûlée, where does that leave me?"

Giggling at the reference to her favorite movie, she pulls me into a tight hug, "We can come over tonight, and I'll help cook dinner if you want. Logan was saying something about wanting to check something under the hood of Goose's truck, anyway."

Nodding, I lead us back around the corner where two of my husbands still stand in conversation with each other, "That'd be good. Just be prepared, we have an extra tonight and may have for a little while."

Her eyes narrow in confusion, but I shake my head, letting her know we'll discuss it later.

"You ladies good?" Maverick asks, drawing the attention of a couple of blonde chicks walking by.

They give the guys a once over, completely ignoring us. Which, I'm totally fine with, because they don't seem the type that I'd ever be friends with, anyway. A stab of jealousy pokes at my stomach when I think about the fact they may seek out Grant for a trainer. Shit. They probably already have.

I wrap my arms around his waist and tilt my face up to him, "I can't wait until we get the theater up and running, so you don't have to work here anymore."

The grin he flashes me says he's not fooled in the least, and his words confirm it, "I love when your little green jealous monster comes out; so fucking sexy."

Ryleigh fakes a gag as he says the last little bit in a whisper just in case any of his bosses here are listening. I'm sure they'd frown on dirty language in front of such pristine guests. Speaking of which, they'd also not likely appreciate us monopolizing so much of his time, either. Reluctantly, I let him go and step back.

"Ready to hit the court?" I ask Mav.

He grunts a response before we wave bye to Ry, and Grant steals another quick kiss.

Outside, I get lost in thought as we play. Not only from everything Ry said earlier, but the looks on those girls’ faces as they walked by. Those thoughts are quickly devoured as I watch Mav play. His muscles stretch the fabric every move that he makes, and I love watching it. He growls at me several times telling me to get back into the game, but I know he's not truly being serious. He loves the attention as much as I love giving it to him.

Halfway through, the same chicks from earlier make their way out to the court beside us. All would have been fine and dandy had one of them not stopped to chat with Mav, acting for all in the world like she was an old friend of his. They've been going here since they were younger, so hell, maybe she is. Either way, I try not to be that girl. My men are allowed to talk to women if they want. It's not like they're doing anything wrong.

I'm not close enough to hear exactly what they're saying, but I'd have to be a complete moron to miss the hair flipping and flirting. Normally, Mav is very blunt and will tell you to get out of his face, which means if he's putting up with it, then they're definitely old friends.

It's only been a minute or so of chatting before Mav calls me over. He introduces us, "Kendall, this is Emily. Her mom has been friends with mine as long as we can remember. Emily, this is Kendall. My wife."

There's a dark place down inside that thrills at the introduction as such. Especially as disbelief passes over her face before she quickly schools it back into a fake Barbie smile. Mav's tone makes it blatantly obvious that he did it on purpose, too, and I feel embarrassed for her.

Until she reaches out to run a hand down his arm and says, "Well, if that doesn't work out, you always know where to find me. It'd be like the good ole days."

My politeness drips off my body like the few drops of sweat that's accrued being out here. Her hips sway when she turns to walk away.

Mav doesn't even give her a second glance, "Why don't we cut it short today and head on back?"

Keeping my teeth clenched, I nod in agreement. I'm not angry that he has a past with her or even with the past that they were talking. I'm pissed that she had the nerve to say what she did and come on to him with me standing right there. If I needed confirmation on my worries from earlier, I think I just got it. Luckily for her, I don't give a shit what she thinks of me. And, luckily for me, I'm the one that Mav is taking home with him.

All of those sinful thoughts during our game float back to the front of my mind, and suddenly, I cannot wait till we get home. If we weren't in this fancy place with all of the cameras everywhere, I'd drag him off into a closet somewhere before we even made it home. As it is, I've got to be patient.

Once we make it to the car, I expect Mav to walk around to his side, but he doesn't. Grabbing my upper arm, he spins me around to face him as he pushes me back against the Rover. He'd parked us in the shade, so the metal warms against my back instead of burning like it would be if it had been sitting in the sun. When his lips slam down on mine, my legs almost give out beneath me. It's not a sweet ‘I missed you’ kind of kiss. Maverick dominates every inch he can reach. Our tongues clash in a way that's almost savage, and our teeth even clink against each other once or twice.

When he finally pulls away, we're both breathing hard, and he growls, "Get in the car."

I know that tone. It's one I'll never ignore. Doing as he says; I hop up and watch him walk around the front of the car. From the second I found him watching me vacuum, I knew this would eventually be the outcome.

Joining me, he waits until he's got the Rover going and out onto the road before sliding a hand up the inside of my thigh. His fingers clamp down hard enough to be staking claim, but not enough to hurt me. Though, I can't say I'd complain too much if there were a few bruises as a reminder later.

My right knee falls open a little further in hopes of enticing him to move up to where I'm craving him. Of course, that's just not Mav's style. You get what he wants to give you, when he wants to give it to you. I let my fingers play with the soft hair dusted across his forearm until we're pulling up into the garage at home.

We've barely pulled inside before his phone rings from within his shorts. Shooting a quick look at the screen, he then turns his face to me with a frown, "I've got to take this." My chin gets locked between his thumb and index finger as he lifts my face to lock our eyes, "It's going to take a few minutes. Don't do anything without me."

He doesn't pause for my reply as he lifts the phone to his ear and presses the button to answer it. Giving him some space for what seems to be an important business call, I decide to head inside to change.

I've barely made it through the side door when I hear the music pumping out of the gym from the back. I remember Teagan coming home early today, and I get a flash of a wicked image in my mind. A quick look over my shoulder confirms it's going to be more than a minute before Mav is finished, so I stash my racket in the corner to retrieve later before heading out onto the back deck. The closer I get to the door leading into the gym, the louder the music gets.

When I walk through the door that's been propped open, I feel my jaw drop to the floor. My body is ready to go as it is thanks to Mav, but seeing Teagan laid back on one of the weight benches is like a sucker punch. Whether I'd had the intention of obeying Mav or not is out the window from the second I walked into this room.

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