Page 33 of Reclaiming Kendall

"Please," I beg them in a ragged whisper.

Mav may like to prolong pleasure, but he's never cruel. When it gets to the point to where I'm begging, he always caves and gives me exactly what I'm demanding from him.

Teagan holds us steady as Mav starts to move, and I savor the feeling of both of them surrounding me; connected in a way that was just meant to be as their hands and lips roam across my body wherever they can reach. Sweat beads on my forehead and slides down my nose to drip onto Teagan's chest mixing with his own. His hands reach back to squeeze my ass cheeks, opening me even further to Mav, and it pushes me right over that edge of bliss.

I press my face into his neck to hold in the sound building in my chest. When his harsh breathing turns to a grunt, I latch onto his neck with my lips and teeth. His curse is loud before he stiffens beneath me. Mav slams into us twice more before he finally stills, too. Pulling out, but not going far, he takes tiny bites on the skin around my back; instantly cooling the sting with his lips.

"I think I need to start coming home early more often," Teagan suggests breathlessly.

"Me and you both," a new voice declares from the door. "Never know what you might walk in on around here."

Turning my chin to the side, I take in Grant's profile. His hands are locked onto the top part of the doorframe making his muscles more defined as they stretch the seams of the country club gym shirt he's still wearing. There's a soft smile playing on his lips, letting me know he at least caught the tail end of our act. My cheeks flame, but not out of embarrassment. No, it's from the wicked thought of wishing he'd stepped in to join us.

"I saw you guys run out of the club like you set a fire on the back patio, and since I didn't have any more clients for the rest of the day. I ducked out early to come home and find you really putting those weight limits to the test on that bench," he quips.

I wink at him when his eyes catch mine, "It probably could've held a little more, too."

"Fucking A, sweets," Teagan marvels still beneath me, "you're insatiable."

Lifting myself up on my toes, but not off of his body, has him pulling out of me. Worth it, though, because from this angle, I have full access to that smart-ass mouth and good view of the mark I made on his neck. Touching it with a fingertip, I laugh, "My husbands made me that way, and you're paying for it now."

"What have we done?" he grins, reaching around my hips no doubt to tuck himself back into his shorts. Mav holds out a hand to help him up into a sitting position with me still in his lap.

I let my head fall back, silently demanding a kiss from Mav, and he doesn't deny me before speculating, "I think we're going to have to start locking doors around here for now."

"Yeah," I agree. "I didn't even think about Will being here.”

We decide to make it a point to keep everything behind closed doors while he's here. All the fun stuff that is, but we don't plan on hiding anything.

Later, Ry and Logan come over bearing bags full of groceries. We let Logan run off with the guys as we FaceTime Lincoln and catch up on all the gossip. I let Ryleigh explain herself to him the way she did me at the club. Surprisingly, he lets her off easy, too, as long as she promises him the same she did me earlier; about it being for her and not Logan.

We make him turn around and promise us back that he'll be coming home for a visit soon. Maybe even bring the two lucky people in his life to meet everyone. His face turns five shades of red but says it's a deal.

Cooking dinner for so many people isn't so hard when it's more than just one person to share the duties with. We continue to chat and gossip like old hens as we move around each other in the kitchen. She tells me more than I ever wanted to know about Emily and how she knows Mav, confirming my suspicions of them sleeping together. Apparently, Teagan, too. That was all way before my time, and it was only once for both of them. It was some kind of ‘rich-girl notch on her belt’ rebellion thing. I take a deep breath and let every single bit of it go on an exhale. We've got enough stress right now and don't need some shit that doesn't matter getting in the way.

By the time we've got the table loaded down with cubed steaks and all the sides to go with them, Lucas has made it home. Mav went right after our gym time to go pick up Will from school, but he's been in his room since they got back. I worry about him for a few seconds before I remember the fact that he is a teenager and probably doesn't want us bothering him.

One of the guys goes up to drag him down to the table as we're all taking our seats. With us always having company over, we haven't really laid claim to any of the chairs on a regular basis unless it's just the five of us. Teagan and Lucas save me a seat between them leaving Mav to sit to our right at the head of the table, Grant across from Lucas and Will beside him. Being directly across from me, I feel his eyes on me more often than not. Thankfully, Ry and Logan break some of the tension he seems to bring with him by keeping us all talking.

Logan has everyone laughing, regaling a tale of Leo getting a zap from one of the cars he was working on last week when Will finally has something to say. His eyes narrow at the mark on Teagan's neck he was unable to hide with his shirt, "They let teachers walk around your school with hickies all over their necks?"

If there was a pin to be dropped, you'd be able to hear it in the silence that follows his question. Teagan's hair is pulled up into a bun, and I'm guessing he did it without thinking it would make the mark more visible. Of course, we're just relaxing around the house, so why would he think to cover it?

Everyone seems frozen in shock. Grant is staring at the kid like he doesn't know what to say to make shit go back to normal. Teagan's hand was halfway raised to his mouth to take a drink, and I'm seriously glad he never made it, because it might have ended up being sprayed all over the table. Lucas and Mav look angry, but the former is hiding behind his hands with his elbows propped on the table. Mav looks ready to strangle the kid.

"What?" Will asks sarcastically, "Something I said?"

"You know damn well what you said was rude as hell," Mav replies quickly. "Especially in front of company."

Will rolls his eyes to the ceiling, "Dude, get real. I'm company, too, remember. I won't be staying here for long."

"Either way," Mav retorts with a tick starting in his jaw. "You need to apologize."

I watch Will snort and drop his fork with a flick of his wrist, "This is ridiculous. It was just a question. No need to get your fancy pants caught in a twist around the stick in your ass. Excuse me for not growing up rich with all your proper manners."

The fist Mav has resting on the table clenches out of anger, and I see this is going to take a very dark turn if I don't step in and stop it. I set my fork down and reach across the table towards Will. He glares at it as if I've done something to offend him and doesn't take it, but I don't back down so easily.

I leave it there until Lucas, in one of the angriest voices I've ever heard from him, snaps, "Here's your first lesson. Someone holds out their hand in reception, you take it. Not leave them hanging and looking like a fool for trying to introduce themselves to a rude little punk like yourself."

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