Page 2 of Reclaiming Kendall

I take advantage of his distraction of trying to get us into the garage, locking my lips onto the side of his neck. It's one of his sweet spots, and I unashamedly use it, eliciting a deep groan from his chest. Using my teeth, I nip him a few times before soothing it over with a lick or kiss. Grinning against his neck, I move up to nibble the bottom of his ear, causing him to let out a soft curse. When he shifts beneath me, I feel his desire press into my middle; even through our clothes. Like a cat, I rub myself against him, pulling another moan from his lips.

A thrill runs through me when I feel the truck roll to a stop, and he throws it into park. Taking over, Lucas slams his lips against mine as his hands go underneath my shirt to my breasts. My nipples pebble underneath his hands as he rolls them between his fingers. Then it's my voice breaking the silence of our heavy breathing as he jerks his lips down to replace his hands. Even though I could probably use a padded push up bra every now and then, this is the perfect reason for why I don't. I love the feeling of his teeth working my nipple through the lace that hides them.

Lucas has enough mind to turn the truck off, though, he leaves the keys in the ignition as he opens the door and steps out without putting me down. Kicking the door shut, he turns until my back is pressed into the metal. It's a familiar comfort. Lucas has had this truck since we first met each other back in high school almost five years ago. We've got more than enough money for him to upgrade, but I think he hangs on to it for sentimental reasons. Our first time was underneath the stars in the bed of it. A scene that he repeats for us as many times as we possibly can.

Even lost in my head, I enjoy the feel of his warm hands underneath my ass while my legs are wrapped around his waist. When his mouth moves to my neck, his five o'clock shadow scrapes across the side of my jaw. It's nothing compared to the feel of it on the insides of my thighs, and it's that thought that has me softly yanking him by the hair and begging him to take me upstairs.

His amused chuckle does funny things to my stomach right before he walks us over to the door leading inside the house. We don't even make it two steps before he has me up against the wall with his mouth against mine again. This little section runs right into the kitchen, and at this point, I'm willing to say screw the bedroom and let him take me right here.

There's a clearing of a throat meant to break us apart, I'm sure. But fuck it, I'm beyond caring if any of the other three want to watch.

A shadow falls over us, blocking the light coming from the kitchen. A light scent of cologne hits my nose, and I don't even have to look to know that Goose is the one standing beside us. Pulling away from Lucas, I grab a fist full of Goose's t-shirt and jerk him towards me. Out of the four of them, he's the largest body-wise, so if I'm able to move him it's because he allows it. His lips connect with mine, and his tongue teases me just as Lucas moves his attention back to my neck.

"Shit," Teagan's voice floats into the cramped space. "You were supposed to be helping, you big oaf."

There are a couple gruff laughs behind him, and for the first time, I realize we're not alone. I sigh against Goose's lips as Lucas sets me on my feet before pulling my shirt down from where he’d pushed it above my breasts.

Turning to face him, I see Goose’s green eyes watching my face. More than likely checking to make sure that I'm not embarrassed. I grin at him, letting him know that's the furthest thing on my mind. First and foremost, would be getting rid of our guests, because I have a good idea who's sitting in our kitchen at the moment and know they wouldn't take offense to being kicked out.

Satisfied, Goose's smile matches my own before he drops a quick kiss on my lips and lumbers back the way he came. My eyes drop to the back of his jeans, and a hot spike of desire flairs through me again. Sweet Grandma on stilts at all those muscles packed into that material.

"You’d better not let him see you checking out his ass," Lucas whispers in my ear from behind me. "Otherwise, he'll be back in here with us in less than two seconds, and we both know that'll end with you between us."

I toss a wink over my shoulder at him, "And who said that would be a bad thing?"

He growls in my ear before pushing me towards the open doorway of the kitchen. I could've taken three guesses as to who our guests were, but I wouldn't have needed them. Sure enough, three familiar faces filled with amusement stare back at me.

"What?" I ask Lucas's older brothers. "Mama Lane kick you out for getting on her nerves again?"

The guys all laugh, but I ignore them as I stop in front of Maverick. He pulls me into his chest, and I raise up on my tip toes to steal a quick kiss. Teagan comes up from the side and kisses my cheek just as I step back away from Mav. His long blond hair tickles my face as he moves away.

"No, actually," Leo starts, "We just wanted to spend some time with our little brother before he gets tied down with the old ball and chain."

Giving them the hardest glare that I can manage with narrowed eyes, I lean my arms against the counter.

Leo throws his hands up as he and Lathan both grin, "We're only kidding, little sister."

"Besides," Lathan jumps in, "I feel sorrier for them to be stuck with each other than anything."

Lucas and Teagan, now on the other side of the counter, wrestle both of them off of their stools to the floor. Two manly laughs bark out of Goose and Maverick. It sets off my own giggles. That's when I notice Logan staring down at a bottle of water between his hands. If only looks could speak.

"Everything alright?" I ask him loud enough to be heard over the guys on the floor.

His blue eyes find mine, almost like he forgot anyone else was even in the room. There's a sadness that I'm not used to seeing there. With a playful personality like Teagan, it's odd to see either of them without a smile in place. Ry didn't mention anything earlier, probably not wanting to ruin my moment, but I'd bet my pinky finger that his mood has something to do with her. One would think that me and the guys have the craziest relationship in the family, but that would just be a lie. Ry and Logan have us beat by a longshot.

Logan knows better than to lie to me, so he just lifts his shoulder in answer to my question. Shaggy-brown hair, the same color as Lucas's, falls around his face, and a few seconds later he jumps into the pile of wrestling men on the floor, completely shifting moods.

"I swear. It's like being surrounded by teenagers," I tease.

"Want me to make them stop?" Mav's deep tone caresses my ear.

I shake my head, "Nah, they break anything, though, and they'll be replacing it."

A sizzling sound pulls my attention to Goose behind us at the stove. Stepping up to his back, I run my fingers underneath his shirt until I find the flat planes of his abs. Burying my face right under his shoulder blades, I feel more than hear his quiet purr of approval.

"So, what's for dinner?" I ask. It comes out muffled since my face is still inhaling his scent.

It's at that moment Mav’s patience gives, "Okay, airheads. Get the fuck up off the floor unless you're planning on mopping it later."

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