Page 75 of False Play
“Yeah, because it was my choice.” She stared at me like I was an idiot.
“My God, Kenny,” I huffed a breath, exasperated. “You don’t know when to accept nice things from people, do you?”
Her shoulders became visibly tense. “I do, too,” she mumbled. It was cute when she challenged me and knew she had no leg to stand on.
“Okay, then be a good girl and eat your ice cream, and I’ll eat this one.” I wiggled my cup in the air before taking another bite. It wasn’t as bad this time around, thank God.
Her eyes widened in shock, her lips softly parting at my words. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was feeling pretty flustered.
Excitement sparked through my body. I knew a praise kink when I saw one, so I kept that piece of information close to my chest. The knowledge was giving memanyideas. My dick ached at the thought of Kennedy splayed on my bed. Playing with her body until I figured out what drove her to the brink of insanity. Rewarding her with mind-numbingly intense orgasms and praises until she begged me to stop.
I slammed the brakes on that thought, because now was so not the time to have a boner when I was trying to get to know more about her. But, fuck, I was dying to take her in any way I could.
Self-control, Henry. Ever heard of that word?my brain mocked.
“You’re so annoying.” A small huff escaped her lips, but she still grabbed the ice cream cup and started eating it. “Don’t go blaming me later.”
“I assure you that will not be happening,” I replied confidently.
We finishedour ice creams quickly but stayed seated as we talked and asked each other all kinds of questions.
The sour aftertaste still lingered in my mouth, but it was every bit worth it. The look on Kennedy’s face while she ate hers gave me intense satisfaction.
She was happy because ofme.
I got to see her smile because ofme.
Nowthatwas a special kind of drug. Since the last time I’d made her smile, I’d been trying to figure out a way to see it again. Because, as the man who mostly got glares from her, admiring her face light up for a change was like hitting a jackpot.
Kennedy’s smiles were rare, but when they happened, all my instincts told me to do was get on my knees and do whatever she desired. It was a dangerous, delicious weapon. Alluring in every way imaginable, and well on its way to becoming my fuckingdownfall.
“How is it having a twin sister?”
“Annoying,” I deadpanned.
“Sure, so annoying you go around punching her exes and getting ejected from games,” she said dryly.
“Exactly.” I smirked. “That is why.”
“You ever gonna tell me what Holt said?”
“Nope.” I grinned. “What about you? Do you have any siblings?”
She shook her head. “I’m the Jones’s miracle baby.”
“Was it hard?” I asked, letting curiosity get the best of me.
She gave me a small shrug. “When I was little, sure. You know how kids are, they always want things they can’t have, and I wanted a sister I could play with.”
Why did the thought of Kennedy having a lonely childhood tug so deeply at my chest?
And why did I wish I could have gone back in time and done something about it?
The thought was stupid, but the need to fix whatever made her sad was unavoidable. I was aware Kennedy was capable of being fun and playful, and I wanted to pull every laugh and smile she was willing to give me.
Her laugh was a blanket of warmth, and her smile was like the brightest sun after a rainy day.
And I had a lot of those, to be honest. I was always inside my head, working myself to the bones in hopes that one day I would be enough forsomeone, but always falling short. My mind was used to being a jumbled mess, and I did everything in my power to stay away from it—women.Fighting.
