Page 9 of Reclaiming Kendall

Honeymoon

LUCAS

I watch Kendall as she seems lost in thought and, with a smile, drifts off into sleep. It's been a long twenty-four hours for all of us. With our plane leaving at three in the morning, we've had just enough time to change out of our dress clothes, grab our bags, and make a dash for the airport. I wish I could've convinced her to stay in her dress until we got to the beach house. That way one of us could have taken it off before she got one of her wedding gifts; sticking to one small traditional way since everything had been way different than any other wedding. Not that she cares in the least. Every time I voiced my worry of her missing out on something, she'd always find a way to quiet or distract me. At least we did get the chance to help her out of the dress at the house. Somehow, all of us had stayed strong and refrained from taking her right there in her white lacy panties. Made it ten times harder discovering that she wasn't wearing a bra. I know for a fact I wasn't the only one with a hard cock watching her put the little teal sundress over herself.

I’ve actually kicked myself in the ass several times for making us wait, but to be able to gift her something that isn't material will mean the world to her. Especially since she's dropped the hint more than once. She's going to laugh when she finds out how much persuasion wasn't even involved for it, either. Kind of makes me feel like I'm cheating with this gift.

"Goddamn, I hate flying," Mav mumbles from between me and Goose, drawing my attention to him. We knew this, of course, from back in school, so we made sure to put Teagan with Kendall and him between us. We're calmer than Teagan is and less likely to strain Mav's anxiety about flying.

We shift closer until we're shoulder to shoulder with him, and Goose pulls out a set of noise-canceling headphones to hand over. I'm surprised we were able to talk him into this long of a plane ride, honestly. Not to mention the fact that we're not going to be over land for a while. If this doesn't prove his love for Kendall, I don't know what would. He wouldn't ever tell anyone that he's afraid of flying, because I think it's one of those ‘out of sight, out of mind’ kind of things. I don't think he's even told her about it for that reason. Plus, if she knew, we wouldn't be heading towards Fiji right now. She'd never purposely make any of us uncomfortable or do something we don't want to.

Mav sinks back into the seat between us, getting comfortable enough to pass out. Or at least that's what I'm hoping. We all need to get some rest before we get there, unless the first thing we want to spend our time doing is passing out. I wait until Goose and Teagan follow in line with Mav and Kendall before shutting my eyes.

The hard bounce of the wheels hitting the pavement jars me awake. Glancing across my four companions, I see that the guys are all in a state like me, having just woken up, but Kendall is as far on the edge of her seat as the safety belt will allow with her face stuck to the window. She looks over her shoulder, and as our eyes meet, I send her a quick wink and am rewarded with a grin in return before she turns back to the window.

I love how she gets so excited over the small things in life. I'll show her as much of the world as I can just to see her face light up like that. As the ‘fasten seat belt’ sign goes off, Teagan presses against her back trying to get his own look outside the plane. I chuckle to myself, knowing that he's just as excited to see new places as she is. They've both got that taste for new experiences. There would be absolutely no shock from me if they end up parasailing by the end of this trip, or him convincing her to get a tattoo while we're here. Though, Mav might step in to stop the latter, and if I'm honest, I probably would, too. As much as I'd love to see a little ink on her, getting an eyeful of all that tanned unmarked skin is even better.

A sharp smack to my stomach brings me out of my head, and there's a teasing note in Mav's voice, "Save it for the bedroom, Romeo.”

I chuckle, knowing he’s probably been telling himself that same thing since he first laid eyes on Kendall in her dress. It takes us a little over an hour to deboard and claim our bags before we’re meeting our guide at the entrance. We’d all agreed to have one for certain things while we’re here, making things easier and more relaxing for all of us.

Once our bags are loaded into his van, he pulls out into traffic heading towards the beach house. I don’t even bother to hide my smile at how Kendall and Teagan’s faces are pressed against the glass, just like on the plane. Beside me, Goose’s mirrors mine almost like he can’t help it, either. We should’ve taken a vacation like this a long time ago, but I guess like this it makes it even more special.

Turning my attention outside, I have to admit, without even seeing a lot of the island yet, it looks fucking amazing. It lush and green. The water is a clear aqua color, making it easy to see all the way to the bottom. T has even agreed to go snorkeling, which surprised us all. Kendall promised to try her best to keep him safe from the sharks, making him puff out his chest and say he’s not a damsel in distress. Yeah, that was a fun dinner conversation that night. Thinking on it, I don’t remember us ever having a bad one, really; some tense ones where one of us had pissed Kendall off one way or another, but our arguments have never lasted more than a few hours. Not since what happened before.

It’s quiet in the car until we get outside the house. Mav thanks Chase, our guide, and tries to tip him, but he refuses. I listen to them debate for a second as the other three start up the front steps.

Not wanting either of us to miss going in with Kendall, I interrupt, “The man says he can’t accept tips, Mav. Jeez, give him a break.” At the last, I motion with my head towards the others, and he nods in understanding while Chase’s shoulders sag with relief. What neither of them are thinking about is the fact that we can always tip him with the company when we leave.

Grabbing the rest of the bags, I catch up with Mav just as Goose swings Kendall up bridal style into his arms to carry her into the house. Her feminine laugh filters back to us, and my pants suddenly feel too tight.

I shut the door behind us as we follow their voices into the bedroom that faces the ocean. Huge sliding glass doors give the room an airy open feel, almost as if we were sitting on the beach. The water has the same clear-blue tinge that surrounds most of the island. A swimming pool ringed with tropical flowers sits right off the back deck and leads down into the sand.

Even with all of that beauty sitting right outside the door, it doesn’t even come close to the woman admiring it.

She turns around with a smirk that makes my cock twitch, “Is this the part where you guys race to pick the best bedroom because you’re letting me have this one?”

Knowing good and damn well that she’s getting this room even before we’ve told her, makes me feel like we’re doing something right in spoiling her. The little facts that she doesn’t know, make it all that much better.

I walk over to where the rest of the suitcases have been set in a corner to put the ones I’m holding down before turning to where she and Goose stand side by side in front of the windows, “About that...this is the only bedroom in the house.”

Her head tilts to the side as if she’s trying to figure out if I’m kidding or not. Then her brows draw down as her eyes flick up to Goose before going to the bed where Teagan sits leaning back on his hands. Mav is propped against the door frame behind me with his arms across his chest, and she looks to him before lastly landing on me. I take another hit below the belt as her face turns a pretty shade of pink.

“What would you like to do first? We could rest if you’re still tired,” I jest, well aware of where her mind is.

Lips pursed with a hidden smile, she races the couple of steps between us and launches into me. I catch her easily enough around the back of her thighs as she wraps her legs around my waist. Not letting her make the first move, I crush my mouth against hers, letting all of the pent-up lust I’ve felt since laying eyes on her yesterday, flow out into her.

Kendall makes a throaty sound into my mouth and a body presses her tight against me. I don’t even have to look to confirm that it’s Goose. Despite the fact they agreed to it, I didn’t think T or Mav would make the first move today with all of us being here.

Setting her feet back on the floor gives her the opportunity to spin in our arms and turn her attention towards Goose, which works out perfectly. I grasp the zipper at the top of her dress and pull it down with a slowness that makes her squirm between us. Once it’s all the way down, I unclip her bra before pushing it and the dress down her shoulders. There’s a sharp intake of air as I let my lips caress every spare inch of her back and shoulders.

With Goose still holding her mouth captive, I drop to my knees behind her and almost blow my load as fast as he did the other day at the sight that greets me. I don’t know what it is about these little lacy panties that she loves so much, but I wouldn’t change it for the fucking world. The way that the delicate material clings to her tan skin has me ripping them off more often than I probably should. It’s like something primal builds up inside of me seeing the very bottom of her cheeks peeking out under the hem.

I nip at one of them, and she arches away from me into Goose, making him let out a low groan. There’s a rustling of fabric from the bed, and I look over to find T taking off his clothes. A small sound from Kendall pulls my eyes up to her face, seeing she’s noticed it, too.

Straightening back up, I make sure to rub against her in every way that I can. Letting my cock rest between her ass cheeks, I watch as her hands find the hem of Goose’s shirt, and he bends down to let her pull it off him. Quicker than a flash, they drop to his belt buckle as she tosses a yearnful gaze over her shoulder, pinning me with a look that has me stealing another kiss.

Goose toes off his shoes before stripping down the rest of the way and snatching Kendall up. He carries her over to the opposite side of the bed from Teagan. Wasting no time, I ditch my clothes in the same pile, but make no move towards the bed yet. I give them a moment to themselves, no matter how not private it may be.

When Teagan arches across the bed to pull her lips to his, her moan has my hand dropping to my cock. We all wanted to take this nice and slow to make it better for her, something she’d always remember. But I think the last thing on any of our minds, including hers, is taking it slow.

Kissing his way down her body, Goose doesn’t stop, even as he gets to the lace still covering her. His hands could probably rip them faster than I could, but he doesn’t. Instead, he’s gentle and takes his time sliding them down as he kisses one leg all the way to her toes. With her arms caught around Teagan, I see them flex against his sides as if she wants to reach down for Goose as he presses his lips all the way back up her other leg. He buries his face in her, and I can’t fucking fight it anymore. The soft noises she makes against Teagan, while arching her hips against Goose’s face are too much, I’ve got to touch her.

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