Page 4 of Reclaiming Kendall

Seeing Stars

Dinner is a loud affair since all of the brothers stayed. As much as I love them, I’m grateful once they’re gone, and the house is relatively quiet. Of course, that means they also left before offering to help clean up, too. Seriously, God help any woman that falls in love with those men. They may come second best in sexiness to my men, but they’re going to be a chore and a half to keep up with.

I snort, and Lucas, who’s helping with dishes beside me, bumps our shoulders together, “What’s so funny?”

“Just thinking about the poor souls that your brothers will fall in love with,” I admit with a smile up at him.

He laughs, “I feel sorry for them already. At least Logan has Ry. She’ll whip his ass into shape for sure.”

Sighing, I set the last of the sudsy plates over in his section and drain my side. I dry my hands and jump up to sit on the island counter behind him, “That’s if they can stop fighting each other long enough to let it go anywhere. I don’t know what’s going on with them lately, but it can’t be good. He was really upset earlier, and it worries me a little since Ry didn’t say anything at the shop.”

He finishes up his side and steals my towel to dry his hands before coming to stand between my knees, “She probably didn’t want to seem selfish or take away from an important moment for you. That’d be my guess, anyway.”

I nod, “That’s kind of what I was thinking, too. I’ll go by and see her tomorrow.” As the last of the words come out of my mouth, my attention has already been diverted elsewhere. Since being home, Lucas still hasn’t slipped out of his button-up. I love the way that the material bunches up his forearms and reveals the ink that flows down the length of them. Suddenly, I can’t wait to finish what we started on the ride home. Those blue eyes find mine as they crinkle with a smile. Sliding a hand between us, I use his shirt to pull him as close as he can possibly get to me. One of the best things about loving someone for so long is that there is no hesitation. They know exactly what you want and when to give it to you.

When I tilt my chin up, his lips find mine automatically. I let him lay claim to my mouth as I undo the top several buttons on his shirt. By the time that I make it to the bottom, his kisses have turned my brain to mush. By some miracle, I’m actually able to think out loud, “Let’s go find Grant.”

Without a word, he backs up to allow me to slip off the counter. I run a hand down his chest before turning to lead us to the one place that I know we’ll find Goose. Sure enough, as I make it to the bottom of the stairs in our theater room, I see him casually laid back on the couch. He’s got one arm resting behind his head while flipping through the channels. With one leg resting on the cushions and the other on the floor, it worries me.

“Your knee hurting, babe?” I ask, coming to a stop at the arm of the couch.

Switching his focus to me, he shakes his head, “Nah, just felt like being lazy for a minute.” I see those green eyes flick to a spot over my shoulder right before warmth from Lucas’s body pressing against my back registers in my brain. Goose watches with half-lidded eyes as Lucas’s tattooed hands sneak under the hem of my shirt. His fingertips brush against the skin on my belly, and he makes his way to the clasp on my bra. When he undoes it, my head lolls back to rest against his chest as my breasts fall into his waiting palms. His hot breath fans against my neck, making my legs weak. A low sound from Goose has my eyes opening to search him out. It’s just in time to see him adjusting the front of his jeans.

He winks at me, and in the that one small motion, I don’t need any further invitation. Reluctantly stepping away from Lucas, I ease around the side of the couch and lie down, draping myself across his body. His large hands skim against my back underneath my shirt as I close the distance between our mouths. I haven’t even gotten a good taste of him before he’s breaking the kiss to lift my shirt off. Using the time wisely, I yank at his shirt until he saves me the trouble by lifting his torso. Leaning back down, brings us skin to skin. I expect him to claim my mouth again, so it surprises me when his lips find my collar-bone instead.

“You are so beautiful, babe,” he says while peppering my shoulder and neck with kisses that has heat building in my core. I’ve never felt truly ugly in my life, but I’ve also never felt more beautiful than with the four of them. There isn’t a day that goes by where they don’t make me feel like I’m the most precious thing to ever step foot into their life.

Not wanting to seem like I’m trying to one-up his compliment, I capture his lips with my own and pour everything I have into a kiss. A warm breath tickles the lower part of my back within the next second or two, and my body arches involuntarily. It pulls my skin away from both of their lips, but only for a moment. Goose’s hands find my breasts, and as I glance down, I can’t figure out what’s sexier. The look of pure unfiltered desire written across his face, or the sight of his large hands covering me in a way that leaves no room for me to spill over. His mouth replaces one of his hands, and Lucas turns my face in time to swallow the sound that falls from my lips.

I pull away just long enough to beg, “Please, baby.”

Goose groans against my skin, and Lucas scoots back far enough to slide my panties and pants down my legs. Coming up to my knees, I feel Lucas nudging my entrance as Goose’s hands fold around the backs of my thighs. My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest as he teases me right before easing all the way inside. It doesn’t matter how many times we’re together like this, it always excites me as much as it did the first time.

“You know,” Goose starts between kisses to any place of my skin he can reach, “I can seriously spend the rest of my life watching you just like this.” Lucas starts moving and stokes the fire deep down in my belly.

Goose breathes his own fire into it with more words, “Being able to watch Luc love you and to see your face as he does. There’s no better sight in all the world.”

I gasp as Lucas angles himself differently and starts working on other nerve endings straining for his attention. Rocking my hips back against him, I’m not ashamed to admit to begging again, “Baby, pleeeease.” My sweet Lucas has never held back from giving me anything I ask for, and now is no different. His strokes come faster, rocking our bodies against Goose who groans in return.

Lucas’s breath is hot in my ear, “Is that what you want, baby? You going to come for two of your soon to be husbands?”

Less than a second later, I’m crying out as I fall apart in their arms. Lucas follows right behind me, grasping my hips for leverage.

Relaxing against Goose, I take a few seconds of a breather before reminding myself that he needs to find his own release, too. Lucas is curled against my back, pressing me hard between the two of them. Goose's massive form is a solid rock beneath me. He acts as though it's nothing for him to hold the pressure of both of our weights.

"Your turn, babe," I tell him, kissing the side of his jaw.

"Umm," he replies sheepishly. "You guys already took care of it."

Lucas tickles my back with his laugh, and Goose's deep one follows, vibrating through my chest.

"I swear," he starts, "I don't think I've come in my pants in years. I'm like a fucking teenager again."

"I guess it says something if I can get you off without even taking off your pants," I murmur cheekily, taking full credit when Lucas was the one doing the hard work for all of us.

Taking it in stride, he just chuckles against my back again, "Are you ready to go to bed?"

"Mmm," I hum. "Yes, please. Only if you're both coming with me."

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