Page 47 of Fight For Her
I studied her rhythm, her noises, hell even the way she screwed up her eyes as she pushed herself closer and closer to the edge. When I finally got to touch her, I’d practically have a master’s degree in how she liked to come. “You’re close, aren’t you? Let me see you slip a finger into your tight pussy.”
“God, Coby,” was her answering moan as she obeyed like a good girl. It was almost too much. I palmed my cock through my sweats reveling in the small amount of friction as she fucked herself. This was my wildest wet dream come to life. Every second of fantasizing about this woman for the past few months couldn’t hold a candle to the real thing.
“Keep going, Kendahl. Just like that.”
Her beautiful thighs parted wider and trembled as she rode the waves of her release. “Oh. My. God.” She moaned, bucking her hips and grinding herself against her vibrator, “Mmm.” I gripped the edge of the chair to keep from reaching out for her. The need was visceral like she was the sun and I was nothing but a lump of rock being pulled into her orbit. The rapid rise and fall of her chest matched my own as she tossed her toy to the side and pulled the covers over herself.
She didn’t invite me into her bed, and I wouldn’t overstep. I’d take the victory, small but fucking incredible, and be happy she gave me a sliver of herself. I stood to head back to my room and jerk off more times than should be humanly possible but stopped at the foot of the bed. “Sweet dreams, beautiful.”
The only sound apart from the shuddering walls and pounding rain was our breaths, but as I reached the doorway a quiet, “You too,” floated across the room. My dreams would be sweet all right, but a little spicy too.
The next morning, I found the rest of our group huddled around a few couches in the lobby sipping coffee from paper cups. Kendahl chatted with Mia, using her hands to accentuate whatever point she was making. It seemed as though the wind had died down to a whipping breeze, but rain still pelted the windows in sheets.
As I reached them Kendahl stopped mid-sentence and looked up at me with a gleam in her eye. She didn’t show an ounce of embarrassment or shame for what happened the previous night. If anything, she looked rejuvenated and confident, more like the Kendahl I first met.
“Looks like the generator is running for necessities.” I pointed to her coffee cup.
“Look who finally decided to join us. Morning, sunshine.” Shawn said as he stretched his arm around Mia’s shoulder. “Go fuel up, and we’ll fill you in.”
I nodded and let the scent of coffee lead the way. Compared to yesterday, the lobby was practically empty. Besides our Krav group, a couple who looked to be in their sixties chatted near the counter, and another dude around my age was hanging by the coffee maker. I had no sense of time with the sun being hidden behind walls of clouds and my phone dead. It could have been five a.m. or ten a.m.
I filled a paper cup and grabbed a muffin from a nearby tray making it halfway back to the couches before I thought about it and grabbed a second muffin for Kendahl. I squeezed in next to her on the small couch and handed her the muffin. “It’s chocolate chip,” I whispered into her ear.
“Thanks.” She spoke softly, so only I could hear. “I could use something sweet.”
“You’re sweet enough to eat already.” I nuzzled into her neck and breathed in her perfume.
“Coby,” she scolded low enough that only I could hear. “The rules. Remember?”
“Aww, you two are so cute.” Mia broke me out of my Kendahl-induced haze. “Shawn, you never cuddle me like that in public.” She wore the cutest scowl.
Shawn put his coffee cup down and with determined hands grabbed her face and kissed her hard. I’m talking open mouth to the point where I could see tongue action. He pulled back with a satisfied grin. “Better?”
She sat back against the cushion before grabbing her coffee again. “Be right back. I need a cold shower.”
“You need to get a room… oh wait, you already have one of those.” Kendahl joked and then bit into her muffin. A tiny chocolate chip fell to her lap, and I reached over to brush it away. Feeling bold, I decided to leave my hand on her thigh and test the rules a bit. She looked at me over her cup but didn’t tell me to move.
I cleared my throat. “So what’s going on? You guys talk to Mike and Jill yet?”
Mia answered, “Yeah, and Ginger. In a nutshell, most of the guests left this morning, The county didn’t issue an evacuation of the whole island, but they are urging everyone ocean side to take shelter elsewhere, if possible.”
“Damn, I hope everyone got home safely. I’d be worried about downed power lines and flooding and shit,” I said between sips.
“That’s why we opted to hang tight. Mike said they have a generator for necessities, and the restaurant next door does too,” Shawn said.
“I feel so bad for Jill. She’s gone through so much this year. I want to figure out how to make her wedding happen,” Mia added. “Kendahl and I were brainstorming a bit already, and I think we have some good ideas.”
I faced my girl. “I bet you do. With the two of you here putting your heads together, you’ll make her wedding even better than it was going to be.” I rubbed circles against the smooth fabric of Kendahl’s leggings with my thumb.
“I say we hunker down and plan a good old-fashioned hurricane party tonight. Coby, you want to help me buy some bottles from next door, and I’m sure we can find a deck of cards at least to get ourselves all set for a night of fun in this chaos.” Shawn looked genuinely excited. He never showed more emotion than a well-timed head nod here or there unless it came to Mia, of course.
I looked at Kendahl to try and gauge her thoughts. “As long as the ladies are good with it, I’m down to help.” I gulped down the last dregs of coffee and swallowed the last bite of my half-stale muffin. When they didn’t object, I added. “Let’s go find Mike and see if he needs some help getting windows boarded and sandbags set up. I don’t know about you, buddy, but I could use some kind of workout. You want to spar?” I had way too much pent-up frustrated energy coiled around my tight muscles. I’d gone for a few runs and done some pushups in Verdant Valley, but my body missed the fluid movements of grappling with a partner. I craved that moment where I’d barely miss getting punched in the face and bounce back full of adrenaline, ready to strike.
“Hell yes, I do. I miss punching that pretty boy face of yours.” Shawn taunted, which made the women laugh.
“You mean you miss me knocking you on your ass.” I gave Kendahl’s thigh a light squeeze and pushed up from the couch.
“We’ll see about that,” Shawn replied.
