Page 10 of Reclaiming Kendall

Sexcapade

I roll over the next morning, trying to stifle a sneeze. Boxed in by warm male bodies, our bed isn’t too far off from becoming a sauna. Mav and Teagan sleep to my left. The latter with his arm thrown across his face much like yesterday, and the former on his stomach with his arm thrown over my back. To the right, Lucas is as tight as he can get to me without smothering me. Goose is facing away from us on his other side. Over the years, we’ve found ourselves in similar situations where we wake up and I’m not between them. I don’t know who does it, though, it’s probably me being a restless sleeper. Most of the time they’ll end up facing away from each other, but on the rare occasion, one of them will be spooning the other. It makes for a good round of jokes in the house for a couple of days at their expense. But we all know they aren’t gay. Not even coming close. Simply put, it’s just a matter of human connection. Of course, it helps that neither of them is shy about anything to do with their bodies. I’d love to see how Mav would react to an accidental dick touch. Forget the sneeze. I’m now having to fight off the giggles at that thought.

Trying for a diversion, I think about yesterday. We weren’t exactly lazy, but just enough to enjoy ourselves. After the boys quit brawling in the pool, we did have a second round. As crazy as it sounds, even a third. We did order takeout and lay out in the sun for a bit. I’ve already decided that I’m going to ask for this as an anniversary gift every year. No matter what we’re doing, we must make time to go on vacation like this.

Carefully extracting myself from the bed, I grab the smallest robe hanging from a peg on the wall before turning around to appreciate my men sprawled out against the white sheets. All completely different from each other, inside and out, yet all such a very important piece in my life. A smile crests my lips as I rub the happy butterflies in my chest.

I make my way into the kitchen. Honeymoon or not, I’m making coffee. It’s halfway finished when Goose walks in, running a hand through his short blond hair.

Those green eyes do a quick perusal from my toes to my face before a soft smile lights his own, “Good morning, sweetheart.”

I reach up on my toes for a kiss as he comes over, “Morning. I was just going to throw us some breakfast together with the stuff I found.”

He kisses me again before glancing back to the counter where I’ve stacked the ingredients for pancakes and a pile of bacon, “Yeah, we made sure they stocked us up on the basics for breakfast and what not, so we wouldn’t have to go out if we didn’t want to. But you don’t have to cook. I can whip this up real fast. Take a cup of coffee out to the table on the deck and relax.”

“I don’t mind helping you,” I tell him, refusing to let go of his waist.

Chuckling, he kisses my forehead before unlinking my arms and stepping over to the counter, “I know you don’t, but I want you to enjoy your time while we’re here and not have to worry about feeding us or any of that.”

He drops in a touch of creamer and hands me a mug as he swats me softly on the ass, “Now get out there. I’ll have this done in no time.”

Teagan meets me at the doorway as I’m leaving. He’s pulling his hair up into one of those sexy dude buns, and it makes the muscles in his arms flex, not to mention the ones in his chest, abs, and the tattoo going up his side. There’s a pair of gym shorts covering his lower half, but it does nothing to hide the fact that my ogling has turned him on.

His teeth flash at me in a grin before he drops his lips to mine. Taking a step forward, he crowds me against the wall, and I can’t remember what I was supposed to be doing. I know it was something.

“Come on, T. Let Kendall go drink her coffee. Help me make breakfast,” Goose breaks in.

Yep, that’s what it was. I place one last teasing kiss against Teagan’s lips, “Congrats, you’ve just volunteered as tribute.”

Shrugging, he winks one of those warm brown eyes at me before pinching my ass and letting me go, “I don’t mind making you breakfast if you’ll let me eat it off of you.”

This even has Goose turning around with his eyebrows raised in question. I don’t answer. Better I leave them standing as they are, knowing their eyes track me down the hallway. I’m able to take a few sips of my coffee before I make it back to the bedroom. Mav sits out at the patio table, which means that Lucas must be the one in the shower. A slight breeze ruffles my hair even from the other side of the room beckoning me as though one of my sexy men sitting out there wasn’t enough incentive.

Mav sits with his back to the beach, facing inside, and his eyes snap up to mine when I step out onto the deck.

“Morning,” I say, getting ready to take the seat to his right.

He drops the leg that’s crossed to the floor and pats his lap inviting me there instead. Not needing to be told twice, I move between his legs and sit sideways on the tops of his thighs as I drop a kiss against the corner of his mouth.

Waiting until I’m comfortable enough to take a few drinks from my mug, he asks, “How did you sleep last night?”

“Good,” I answer honestly. It was really nice having all of them together in one bed like we were. It’s awesome to have alone time with each of them, but it feels good when we’re all together like that, too.

Nodding like he expects nothing less, he replies, “You weren’t overwhelmed or anything with all of us being in the same bed?”

“Nope,” I say, popping the ‘p.’ Nevertheless, his words get me to wondering, “Were you uncomfortable last night?”

He takes a deep breath before letting it out with a sigh, “Not as much as I thought I was going to be. It’ll take some getting used to, but I’ll manage if it makes you happy.”

I set my cup on the table and turn back to him, “You never have to do anything that you don’t want to do just to make me happy. I would never in a million years ask that of any of you.”

“I never said I didn’t want to,” he responds with a slight growl to his voice. “I’m just not used to letting go and allowing someone else free reign over you like that. Deep down, it makes me want to punish you for allowing it, too.”

Fuck. That’s all this entire honeymoon is going to be. Between their god-like handsomeness, taking care of me, and words like that, all I want to do is jump them and hump like bunnies.

His hand slips under my robe until it finds the wetness between my legs, “Seems like you’d like that, too. Huh, baby girl?”

Taking my hips, he rotates me in his lap until my back is against his chest. Deft fingers loosen the tie on my robe until it falls open, exposing my naked body to the warm air.

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