Page 337 of Wrong Pucking Player

It’s been a long morning.

“I’m fine, Kenzie,” I reassure her as I squeeze her shoulders gently before kissing the side of her neck. “I won’t be long. Back on the ground in half an hour.”

“But…”

“Sofiya,” I growl her birth name, unable to resist when it has such a strong effect on her. I match it with a tug of her earlobe and a hickey on the nape of her neck. “I’m okay. I swear. I’ll be back shortly.”

“Okay,” she states breathlessly.

Seconds before I lay my lips upon hers.

She can’t stop herself from moaning, the intense desire still pulsing through us after fucking in the car ride here. We left Wyatt behind because he’s getting special lessons from his dad, but I’m sure with the news spiraling through social media, I wouldn’t be too surprised if he arrived here after my jump.

“You’ll meet me on the field when I land, yes?” I prompt against her lips.

“Certainly,” she assures me, her attention on my lips. She loves kissing me, just as I enjoy claiming her lips.

Regardless if we’re in a private or public space.

“Then let me go, Kitten, so I can come back to you faster.”

“Easier said than done,” she admits and has her arms wrapped around my neck.

“Kitten.”

“I want that video wiped from the internet,” she mutters, and I hear the strings of anger in the depths of her voice.

I hug her back as I trail my hand down her back to soothe her in some way.

Angry Kenzie is dangerous.

“Is that what you really want?” I whisper to her.

“No one deserves to witness you in such a vulnerable state,” she growls. “It’s inhumane.”

“I’ll see what strings Oliver can do about it,” I assure her before leaning back and pressing a kiss on the top of her nose. “Don’t stress your pretty little head. We’ll figure it out.”

She nods, but I see the conviction in her eyes that she’s not as patient as I am.

When this woman knows how powerful her family is, many will fear angering her.

“Made it before you left.”

We glance over to see Wyatt approaching us, a dark matte red helmet in his grasp. That means he must have ridden his motorbike here today, something I never really knew he had or could do.

“Wyatt,” Kenzie greets with a sweet smile.

“Hey, Xandra,” he looks lovingly at her before his eyes are on me. “You sure you’re up for doing something as adventurous as skydiving?”

“It’s supposed to relieve your mind from thinking,” I remind him as he reaches where we are.

Hooking an arm around Kenzie’s waist, he leans over to give her a quick kiss on her cheek before he gives me his full attention.

“Seriously, Oscar. You good?” He looks annoyed, which probably means he saw the video. “Surely that thing can be wiped off the internet, can’t it?”

“Probably.” I shrug. “I’m good. I’ll worry about it when I get back.”

“I don’t want him to go,” Kenzie mutters.

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