“I need you.” My admission is so quiet I barely hear it myself.
Kennedy doesn’t ask for clarification, doesn’t ask whether I need her right now, tomorrow, forever.
I drag my lips to her neck, relishing the way her pulse races under them, and she arches into me as she makes those cutelittle mewing sounds, the ones I’ve come to love hearing more than the cheer of the crowd in the arena.
“Kennedy.” Her name comes out rough and desperate.
A hand grips mine, soft and small and warm. “I’m here.”
And she is. She was in the freezing rink, late at night, not trying to fix me or comfort me with empty platitudes, and she’s here now, sensing I need the physical touch, her hands on me, to ground me so my mind doesn’t spiral.
I cup her breast and give it a soft squeeze, which earns me a soft, breathy moan. Eyes closed, I kiss my way to the crook of her neck, gently sucking the warm skin, leaving a mark I know she’ll complain about tomorrow but not giving a shit.
With my thumb and index finger, I pinch and flick her nipple, then slip my hand down her stomach, toying with the waistband of her underwear.
Inhaling deeply, she moves her legs, giving me the access I need.
I rub her clit, collecting her moans like pieces in a Monopoly game. As much as I love teasing her, I only drag it out until she’s wet enough, ready enough, to take me.
I roll over and grab a condom from my nightstand, and in the time it takes me to tear the wrapper open, she’s already kicked out of her underwear. I roll the latex down my shaft with hands that aren’t quite steady, then press against her again, my chest to her back, an arm around her waist. She tilts her leg upward, opening herself to me.
The trust in that simple gesture nearly undoes me before we’ve even started.
I line myself up and push inside her slowly, savoring every inch of her tight heat as she takes me in. The groan that rips from my throat is so loud, it’s a good thing I don’t have neighbors.
“Oh fuck, baby,” I manage, my voice wrecked. I splay my hand across her stomach, holding her against me as I bottom out. “Taking me so perfectly.”
I find a slow but steady rhythm, the muffled sound of my skin against hers mixing with our moans. She’s not facing me, yet somehow this position is more intimate. I can feel every breath she takes and hear every small sound that catches in her throat. My lips find the curve of her shoulder as I move slow and deep, savoring the way she clenches around me with each thrust.
“Cam,” she gasps. By her tone, by the way she breathes my name, I know I’ve hit that soft spot inside her.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmur against her ear, panting heavily alongside her. “You feel so fucking good.”
She opens her mouth to respond, but all that comes out is a whimper.
I smirk. I don’t need to hear her say the words. She’s getting close. I memorized the signs early on; it’s the familiar way she tightens around me, breath coming out in short pants.
Steadying my pace and my movements, I slip my hand between her thighs and rub her clit, demanding her pleasure to unravel before my own.
“I need you to come for me,” I encourage in a low, raspy voice. “Want to feel it, sweetheart.”
She does exactly as I ask, walls gripping my throbbing cock as her release overtakes her. I keep up my rhythm, dragging her orgasm out for as long as I can. But soon, my head spins, dizzy and unfocused, and I give in, letting myself fall completely over the edge. The heavy ache in my balls explodes, unbearable pleasure racing through me, pieces of me shattering apart and falling back into place again.
I kiss the edge of her jaw as I catch my breath in absolutely no rush to pull out.
“Hey, Kenn?” I ask, sounding sex-drunk and scratchy. “Why’d you come to the practice rink tonight?”
There’s no accusation in my tone, just curiosity.
She looks over her shoulder at me, a comforting smile on her lips. “I know you wanted to be alone, but I figured that way we could be alone together.”
It’s in that exact moment that I realize I’m in love with Kennedy Caplan.
CHAPTER THIRTY
kennedy
I’min love with Cameron Davies and I’m really fucking annoyed about it.
