Page 11 of Reclaiming Kendall

“Hook your toes around my legs and don’t move until I tell you to,” he threatens in my ear.

I do as he says, locking eyes with him in the reflection from the back door. A few dark strands of hair fall into his face, making me want to reach back to run my fingers through them. However, I must move to do so, because he captures both of my wrists and places my hands palms down on the arms of the chair. He doesn’t even have to tell me not to move them. I know better.

Once he’s sure I’m compliant, his hands roam from the tops of my knees and over my hips, finally coming to a stop on my belly. In a move that surprises me, he spreads his feet apart taking my legs with him. Now I truly am exposed to the world.

“You’re going to sit just like this for your husbands during breakfast,” he demands. A whimper slips from my lips, but not because I’m scared. Not even close. Viewing us in the reflection, I watch my skin flush at his words. My nipples are perked out, standing at full and complete attention begging for his touch. He presses a kiss to my neck as he reaches for my coffee cup and brings it to my mouth. I’ve got a feeling he intends to feed me this way all through our meal.

A sharp intake of breath has my eyes glancing up to find Teagan with Goose right behind him, both with arms loaded down with dishes. They’ve frozen in the doorway, and I drop my eyes.

“Don’t you dare,” Mav growls just low enough for me to hear. “Look at them,” he demands as he makes a motion for them to join us. As they start setting the table, I realize Lucas was right behind them and followed them out.

None of them speak as they take their seats around the table, but more than one set of eyes find their way towards my body. All three of them adjust themselves, and it only serves to make it that much harder to keep my hands to myself.

“Can someone please cut up Kendall’s breakfast?” Mav asks before bringing his glass of juice to his lips. A droplet of cold water drips from the glass and rolls down my chest. I get an urge to lick the next one.

Not going against any of his rules, my tongue flicks out to lick up the side of the glass, stopping just short of his mouth. There’s a sharp sound of someone dropping a fork on a plate, and Mav’s eyebrow shoots up in warning as he glances down at me.

As the others set to eating, Mav puts his juice back on the table before picking up my fork and bringing it to my lips, “Open up, baby girl.”

It’s quiet around the table, with nothing but the waves behind us and the occasional scrape of silverware against a plate. The silence should be awkward, but it’s not. These men know me better than I know myself. Even on display like I am, I’m comfortable enough to meet all their eyes without any kind of shame. More than once, I catch each of their eyes on different parts of my body, and I’m okay with that. I’ll never hide any part of myself from them.

Teagan pauses mid-bite as Mav’s hand, which had been resting against my stomach, tracks lower to my hip. With his elbows on the table and hands resting against each other, he fully stops chewing to watch what Maverick plans to do. Unfortunately for us both, all he does is drag that same hand back up to rest against the same spot it was in.

The next bite is covered in syrup, and Mav lets it drip against my skin while Teagan’s eyes follow the track from the inside of my thigh to my chin. From nothing other than his expression, I can tell he’s fighting himself not to move to our side of the table and lick it off. I can’t help but to wonder what Mav would do if he did. I try to clench my thighs to stave away the desperation I’m starting to feel both from their eyes and the breeze that seems to hit the right spot, but Mav’s legs aren’t budging.

I’m pretty sure Goose, sitting across from me, could be eating cardboard and not realize it. His gaze hasn’t left me since they sat down. The only one who surprises me is Lucas. Though, seemingly shell-shocked at first, he’s just rolling with the flow. Even if I have caught him staring as well.

Once my plate is clean, Mav gives me a drink of his juice before starting in on his own plate. Just because I’m not eating doesn’t make it any easier on me not to touch him. If anything, it makes it worse. Without the distraction of eating, he has my full focus. More than once I have to catch myself from reaching out to him.

That desperate feeling has fully taken over underneath my skin. I want to feel him move the hand against my stomach. I want to feel those lips skimming across my skin. My legs tighten around his again, but he acts as though he doesn’t notice.

When he brings that glass back up, instead of licking it this time, I nudge my forehead against the stubble on the side of his cheek. Fully expecting him to keep punishing me by turning away, I’m delirious when he leans down to claim my mouth. His tongue sweeps in, marking me and letting me know exactly who I belong to.

All too soon, it’s over and he’s pulling away, “Go shower and get dressed, baby girl. We’ve got a busy day planned today.”

What?

The only thing I want is exploring every inch of each other. My breathing is harsh, and I’m frozen to the spot. Punishment is one thing, but torture is another. There’s no way I’ll survive even the next hour like this without embarrassing myself out in public.

“Go on,” he insists, helping me stand up off his lap.

I look to the others for help, but Lucas has his back to me, and Goose faces out towards the water. The only eyes willing to meet mine are Teagan’s, but they quickly bounce back to Maverick.

Wrapping my robe back around my shoulders, I pad back inside the house. As much as I’d love to storm off in a fit, it wouldn’t solve anything. I’m not humiliated like most women would feel at what just happened. My anger stems from the fact that it’s possible he plans to leave me worked up like this for the rest of the day. Plus, I feel like this was a test of some sort. Not one I’ll ever understand, but one all the same.

Taking a deep breath, I step into the waterfall-type shower in the bathroom. Maybe later, I’ll be able to appreciate the beauty of it, for now, I’ve got to find some kind of release before I explode.

Leaning my head against the wall, I let my hand seek out the spot between my legs that’ll help. I gasp at first touch. I didn’t realize it was going to be so sensitive. Within my next heartbeat, my hands are secured at the wrist, and I’m pressed belly-first against the wall. A cock enters me in one quick thrust, and as if that’s all it’s been waiting for my release finds me. Mav’s name is ripped from my throat as is a moan so loud I’d be surprised if they didn’t hear it on the beach. It only takes him three more thrusts before I feel him emptying himself inside of me.

As impervious as he made himself out to be on the porch, I should’ve known better. He was fighting it just as hard as I was if not worse.

I turn in his arms before tilting my face up for a kiss, “I love you, Maverick.”

His lips turn up in a full smile, “I love you, Kendall.”

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