Page 32 of Reclaiming Kendall

Teagan is in nothing other than a pair of slinky basketball shorts and his tennis shoes. A shirt and towel lay discarded on the floor beside him, no doubt for when he needs to catch the sweat rolling down that rock-hard body. Every rep makes his muscles bunch, and I find myself captivated simply watching them.

Before I've even made the conscious decision to do so, my feet are taking me to him. Those thick thighs are pressing the seat tight between them and his wavy blond locks flow down from his head around the bench. With the music so loud, he never even hears me coming. It isn't until I'm standing by his hip getting ready to throw a leg over his lap that those brown eyes flick down and find me.

He startles a bit as my weight settles down across his hips, and he drops the bar into its place above his head, "Jesus, sweets. You scared the shit out of me just then."

"Want me to be sorry?" I tease.

Sitting up, he wraps his arms around my waist, "Oh, hell no. You can come sit on my lap any time. I just figured you guys would be gone a bit longer."

I want to tell him about everything that happened in the past couple hours, but it'll have to wait because I want him more.

Running my fingers through the hair at the back of his head, I ball up my fists and yank his mouth to mine. As I knew he would, Teagan complies easily, letting me take the lead for a few seconds before he flips the table with a few swipes of his tongue. A whine leaves my throat, and he eats it up as I feel his cock jump between the thin fabric separating us. Were it any other day, I'd take my time with him and love him proper, but today just isn't that day. Everything with Mav has me revved up and ready to go.

Pushing against Teagan's shoulders, he releases my lips to lay back like I want him to. I grab the bottom hem on my white polo and lift it off to toss across the room in one quick motion. When I reach for the tie in my hair, his hands come up to cup my breasts through the lace still covering them. A murmur of approval slips past his lips, which immediately has me grinding my hips down on him.

His head tilts as he arches his back off the bench, "You are so goddamn sexy. If you don't stop, I'm going to end up fucking you right here in the gym."

I sass him, "Maybe that's what I want you to do."

Without giving him a chance to say no, I stand to sling my leg back over just long enough for me to yank down the little white panties I'm wearing underneath my skirt. Before straddling him again, I grab the top of his shorts and pull them down just far enough to free him from them. My brain wars with itself for a second stuck between wanting to taste or ride him.

The latter wins out, and I kick my leg back over him. He digs his fingers into my hips, and I guide him to my entrance and sink down onto him. We both groan loudly enough to be heard over the still loud as fuck rock beat flowing from the speakers.

I haven't even had a chance to start moving on top of him before a voice rings out from behind us, "Should've known you couldn't wait on me."

Teagan's eyes snap to mine playfully, and I wink at him before glancing over my shoulder at Mav, "Guess you'll just have to punish me for not listening."

He's perched against the side of the doorframe with his arms across his chest, but my words must give him a swift kick in the pants. Jerking as if I've physically kicked him into action, his chest is pressed against my back within my next breath.

Fingers grip the hair at the back of my head, much like I did Teagan's moments ago, but much rougher. Mav yanks my head back hard enough to make me gasp, exposing my throat to him and Teagan both as he grinds out, "You want to be punished for being a bad girl, don't you, baby girl?"

Unable to nod, I whisper, "Yes."

Letting go of my hair, his hands shift down to my shoulder blades before pressing me forward against Teagan. My hands have nowhere to go to hold me up because his body spans the entire width of the bench. I'm forced chest to chest with him as a result.

Mav flips up the back of my skirt revealing my bare ass to him and the fact that Teagan is tucked as tight as he can get inside of me. The image of what he's seeing flashes through my mind, and it makes me roll my hips against Teagan. The slap that rings out around us leaves my ass stinging and both of us moaning low in our throats. Looks like I won't be the only one getting punished. I get a few seconds to wonder how Teagan feels about that before another slap lands on the other cheek.

"Don't let her move, T, or we'll be here all day," Mav warns.

Teagan curses under his breath, and his hands squeeze my hips in hopes of keeping me still. It doesn't stop me, though. I want to push Mav's buttons. Maybe it's my own form of punishment for the Emily thing earlier that wasn't even really his fault. Teagan is just a willing victim caught in the middle, especially as I slip his grip and grind down against him again. His face expresses just how much this is straining him to hold back.

A warm solid hand wraps around my throat and lifts the top half of my body, but only to the point to where I can't fully sit up or lay down. I have to place my entire faith in Mav, letting him know that I trust him.

“Just can’t wait, can you? Impatient, spoiled little princess,” he chides, nipping my ear.

I go to answer him, but the breath leaves my body in a whoosh as I feel Teagan move his hands from my hips to my thighs, letting his thumbs travel up and down the soft skin on the inside. His thumb slips between us and finds my sweet spot that leaves me panting within Mav’s grip.

He holds me for a few more seconds while Teagan wreaks havoc; stopping just shy of giving me the release my body is demanding. As soon as he stops, Mav lets me go, and I drop back to Teagan's chest with an oomph. Before he can stop me, I return the favor, rocking my hips just enough to having him sliding almost out of me and back in again. His fingers dig into my skin, and I bask in the warmth that radiates from it. Bringing his knees up, he uses it as leverage to help lift my ass and slam it back down on him.

"Fuuuck," he barks, dragging it out into a tortured two-syllable word.

Teagan is good at playing in the bedroom, but just like me, patience isn't one of his favored attributes. Mav comes flush against our bodies again, making us both still to our shared dismay.

I'm only able to see a tiny sliver of his body from the angle I'm at, and I can't exactly turn around, but I don't need a visual to know what he's got in mind. As soon as the first trickle of wetness drips onto my ass and travels a straight line down to where Teagan and I are joined, my heart feels like it skips a beat.

Teagan has a better view than I do as to what is coming, so when he lifts my chin to lock our lips together, I'm not shocked to find Mav helping himself to a good tease with a finger inside my other hole. When another one joins it, I let out an involuntary whimper into Teagan's mouth. His hands skim up and down my back in a soothing motion, trying to keep me relaxed.

Mav replaces his fingers with the tip of his cock, and I let Teagan work his magic to keep me from stiffening in their arms. The slow-paced torment only lasts for a few seconds with a quick bite of pain before they're both fully inside of me. My body feels full, and I wish that I had something to hold on to so that I could make them move. My legs are useless jelly at this point.

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