Page 223 of Wrong Pucking Player

We break the kiss when the sound of the locker door opening grabs our attention. For a moment, we’re still and fighting to quiet our rapid breaths, but I can’t be still any longer.

I know who it is, anyway.

My hand reaches up and manages to entangle in those short blonde locks of Andrews before pulling her head down until I’m giving her a toe-curling kiss that can’t stop her from moaning into my mouth.

“You two are so lucky.”

I smile against Kenzie’s lips at the familiar voice that further heightens my level of lust. It’s the first time in a long-ass while I’ve been sexually charged by a male’s deep voice.

Great. I’m too fucking horny for being stuck to an IV pole.

We’re going to have to improvise if we do anything now because I won’t be able to do a single interview if I have to carry this boner all fucking night.

Breaking the kiss, Kenzie catches her breath but slowly looks to her left to confirm Wyatt’s presence as he’s observing us with a hooded expression that screams one thing.

He wants in.

“You smell like wet pine mixed with musk and death,” I note. “Now get in line because I’m not finished yet.”

Wyatt stares at me with a confused look before he moves his gaze to Kenzie.

“So, if you don’t get those liquids in him fast enough he becomes a delusional fool,” he summarizes.

“Essentially,” Kenzie breathes. “Do we have to go yet?”

“Got Mitchel to buy us some time,” he admits and looks back at me. “You knew it was me.”

“I told you,” I grumble. “You smell like wet pine with musk and death.”

“I don’t normally smell like that,” he notes and takes two steps to land next to both of us. I’m surprised by how he reaches out to lightly press his hand on my forehead. “You sure you ain’t dying?”

“Kiss me and find out,” I grunt, leaving the two of them to exchange a look before Kenzie sighs.

“Let me speed up the infusion. He’ll be more coherent in a few short minutes.”

“And leave my lap?” I grunt and tighten my hold on her. “You’re not leaving me, Kitten.”

“Armani.” She doesn’t look like she wants to argue with me, but if she leaves my lap, I’m positive she won’t sit back down on it again.

I’m still horny as ever.

“Kenzie,” I breathe out her name and snuggle my head into her shoulder so I can take a deep inhale. “You’re going to leave me hard and needy?”

“You said you wanted to wait for slow sex,” she reminds me, but it feels like she doesn’t have the intention of leaving my lap with how her body relaxes once more.

Even in Cyrus Jr.’s company, she feels safe enough in her environment to let me show her affection.

I can’t wait to show her off to the world.

Both sides of it.

“I’m reconsidering it,” I admit. “Can’t let me walk out there with a boner, Kenzie. Besides, I know you’re dripping down under.”

She leans back to give me a look, though her cheeks are giving her away with how red they are.

“We can’t do that here,” she validates. “Not with you hooked up.”

“What can we do?” I need something. Just to ease the intense throb of my hardened cock.

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