Page 39 of Reclaiming Kendall

Will takes the ribbing in stride with a soft snort, "I've never been scared of the dark. I had trouble sleeping because two of y'all snore like your life depends on it. Sounded like the whole dang forest was about to come down on us with all the sawing going on."

Teagan's mouth drops open in surprise like this is the first he's ever heard of it, and Lucas shakes his head with a chuckle.

"Yeah, I'm just going to go ahead and own up to one of those," Grant says, throwing a hand in the air.

Will chases his bite of pop tart with a drink of water before gambling, "If I had to guess, I'd say the other one was Mav." In return, Mav's eyebrow pulls up, and Will shrugs, "What? You've always snored. I don't see how Kendall gets any sleep between the two of you."

"You're more than welcome to sleep outside of the tent with the boogeyman tonight if you want," Mav dares him.

"Really, dude? I haven't had a boogeyman nightmare in forever. That's just cold to bring it up in front of a lady," Will retorts, lips curved up in one of the biggest smiles I've seen from him yet.

Mav rolls his eyes towards the sky, and we settle into a quiet relaxed conversation about plans for the day.

I let them talk me into hiking out to one of the waterfalls. It's a three-mile hike into the middle of nowhere, and by the time we get there, I'm ready to go back to camp. In the past half mile or so, I've also noticed Grant favoring his bad leg again. When the guys vote to go further out to the bluff, I suggest he take me back. A look of relief flashes over his face, making me grateful I made the call. Short kisses and a couple of goodbyes later, we're parting ways with the others.

We take a slower pace returning. I use the excuse of wanting to get some pictures, so that it doesn't injure his pride. Plus, I really do like taking it slower. Life just seems to be one big rush lately, and we've got nowhere we're supposed to be.

Making it back to camp, Grant helps me hang up one of the hammocks we brought with us. I'd suggest he sit down and rest, but I know he wouldn't listen even if I tried. Instead, I do the next best thing. Changing into my swimsuit, I pop back out of the tent.

He's just dropping firewood, and his mouth slowly drops open as his eyes roam from my head to my toes.

I shoot him a quick smirk, "Wanna go for a swim?"

He moves so fast that I question my worry at all. I step to the side to let him into the tent, but he sidesteps to stop right in front of me. I barely have time to look up before his lips are crashing down on mine. Acting for all the world like his leg isn't bothering him, he bends down to grab underneath my ass and lifts me up. My legs wrap around his waist automatically. It's a dance we've done many times, and even though I know the steps, I'll never tire of doing it. As he pulls away, I take a second to admire the flush to his face and the way the sun catches in his hair, making it an even brighter shade of blond. Those green eyes are locked on me, making the happiness and lust on the surface give me that warm tingling feeling inside.

Walking us over to where we hung the hammock earlier, he hesitates, "How much do you think this thing will hold?"

A laugh bubbles from my lips before I can stop it, "I'd say we'd be pretty safe, depending on what you had in mind."

"Mmm," he murmurs before claiming my lips again, "I think you know exactly what I have in mind."

I kiss the tip of his nose, "Well, let's give her hell and put this thing to the test, yeah?"

Releasing my leg hold on him, I drop them back down. My fingers find the bottom hem of his shirt, and he helps me pull it up over his head. I order him to get in first and get comfortable. There's two ways we could go about this, but my way is likely to be easier and will hopefully, not end with us in a heap on the ground. Helping him get tucked inside on his back without flipping, I then carefully climb on top to straddle his hips. The hammock sways in between the weight it's now holding and the slight breeze slipping through the trees. Without moving us too much, I bring my chest flush against his so that I'm able to reach his lips again.

Grant lets me take my time both with my tongue and my hands, which are skimming up and down any bare flesh they can find. When he extends his arms, he lets his fingernails scratch down the skin of my back, leaving nothing but goosebumps in their wake. I love the way my ass cheeks feel inside of his palms, especially when he squeezes. I let out a soft moan as I grind against him, causing us to sway a little more. Even better is the sandpaper feel of the soft shadow of hair covering his lower face. None of them have sported facial hair for a long period of time, but now that Lucas is letting his grow in some, I can’t say that I’d be sad if Grant does the same. Of course, I’ve always loved the rougher look on him, anyway. All the way back to when we first met.

The coarseness will leave the evidence of raw, red skin, and anyone looking close enough will know what happened. But, that’s the last thing on my mind when Grant shifts us a little, giving him easier access to cup me through my bottoms. I’d really had wanted us to go swimming. This just happens to be more fun, and the swimsuit only makes it that much better.

Which is plainly proven when Grant slides it out of the way and slips a finger and then two inside of me. I moan softly at the underside of his chin. We’re not completely alone out here. It’s probably half a mile or so to the next campsite. Any visitors would be heard over the quiet around us, but I still keep quiet just in case.

Even as he unbuttons his shorts and guides himself inside of me, I simply release my contented sigh against his neck. Our predicament becomes apparent as I try to move any faster than a small shift against him. We sway harder and risk eating dirt.

A giggle escapes my lips, and his chuckle vibrates through my chest, “Maybe we should’ve gone for that swim after all.”

We laugh together again, but I don’t let it deter me from finishing what we started right here in our little swaying cocoon. Trying to balance on one knee, I want to finagle my other leg out to balance us against the ground. Nonetheless, my foot gets caught in the material and almost tips us over.

Grant stills me against his body, “Just relax and be still, sweetheart.”

“We’re going to have to take this super slow, so we don’t get a face full of dirt,” I tell him.

His words are quiet in my ear with a soft smile gracing his lips, “Maybe that’s how I want you today. Means I get to savor you longer.”

What woman in her right mind would argue with that? Not me, that’s for sure.

Handing complete control over to him, my nipples rake against his chest through the top I’m wearing. With his weight on the bottom, it’s easy enough for me to keep us stable. Even as he grabs my hips to help stroke his length inside of me. Another lift of my hips and back down again, has me burning my lips against the stubble as I let them travel from his chin to ear and back. The low guttural sound that leaves his throat makes me want to dump us out on purpose, so my impatient self can move faster.

Grant doesn’t fuck me. He never does. That old cliché about the larger the man, the harder the alpha, couldn’t possibly be more wrong for him. He’s always sweet, gentle, and loves to take his time. It’s exactly what I need from him. Between the four of them, they balance each other out perfectly.

My heart races as he increases our pace, all the while still keeping us steady. I let my tongue tease around the outside of his earlobe like I know will drive him crazy. Another one of those sounds leaves his throat, and I fucking love that I am the one that puts it there. His biceps bulge as he continues to control my movements, and I can't help but to turn my face to one of them and lick a solid line as far up as I can reach. There's a little bit of a salty taste to him, probably from where we'd been hiking earlier, but it's more Goose than anything. It turns me on like nothing can.

I mash our lips together again, claiming him with nothing more than lips and tongue. The very last thing I plan to do is let him go. We're melded together in every way possible when my body finally clenches around him at the same time I feel him start to pulse deep. I swallow the shallow breaths that slip from him as we both start to come back down to Earth.

When our bodies finally do separate, there's a bit fumbling around while we make ourselves decent again. With my body still draped across his, I fall asleep wrapped in his arms.

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