Page 338 of Wrong Pucking Player

“It’s only me and another person, Kenzie,” I assure her. “It won’t be dangerous. I promise.”

She’s pouting those irresistible lips, but instead of taking the bait, Wyatt leans over to kiss her firmly.

“Let’s support him, Wildflower,” Wyatt whispers. “It won’t be long. We can do something about getting that video down while we wait.”

“We… can get it pulled?” she seems intrigued while there’s a spark of determination in her eyes.

Just seeing how she’s so affected by something that isn’t even ruining her image is just a reminder of how loving Kenzie is.

“We can do a lot of things,” Wyatt assures her.

“You’re right,” she admits and looks to me. “Just be careful. Make sure your parachute works.”

“Yes, Mom,” I tease and enjoy the way her cheeks flush.

“Hmph.”

Wyatt chuckles and kisses the top of her head.

“See you in a bit,” Wyatt encourages.

“Only if I get a goodbye kiss,” I taunt, to which Kenzie rolls her eyes.

“Be lucky I love you.”

That makes me laugh.

“Or else?” I ponder and lean over so I can give her a deep enough kiss, I’m positive she won’t be able to formulate an answer. Her breathlessness once I release her lips gives me exactly what I desire.

“That’s what I thought,” I finish with a smirk. “Besides, you’re my fiancé now. You have to love me, Andrews.”

“I call sus,” Kenzie huffs, making me chuckle before I look to Wyatt and smirk.

“Not gonna give me my goodbye kiss?”

Now Wyatt is red as fuck while Kenzie squeals in anticipation.

“I’ll forgive your teasing if you two kiss.”

“H-He doesn’t need a damn kiss,” Wyatt huffs and tries to move Kenzie, but she won’t budge.

“Oh no, no, no. I ain’t moving until your lips,”—she pauses to point at Wyatt before pointing at me—“and his lips are having a pressing conversation.”

“God, woman,” Wyatt groans and suddenly has her up and over his shoulder.

“WHAT! NO! I want to see the public display of affection!” she counters while kicking her legs in an attempt to get down.

I reach over to slap her ass, making her squeak before she’s trying to determine if it was Wyatt or me.

“WHICH ONE OF YOU SLAPPED MY ASS?”

“It was Wyatt,” I accuse, making the poor man turn his head my way.

“You know damn well I slap Xandra’s bare cheeks.”

“I know you do.” This conversation is lightening my spirit. “I also know you like her right ass cheek more than her left.”

He’s blushing even more while Kenzie manages to use her core strength to lift herself enough to glance over her shoulder.

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