Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
At worst, it’s a pissing contest and he just wants to compete for a prize and emerge the victor. If he succeeded, it wouldn’t be long before they both realized it was a massive mistake. She would end up right back where she was before—crying over me alone in his bedroom.
I love her to death, but I can’t do all that again.
And I won’t have to because I know better than to make a big deal out of it and leave that door open to begin with.
Playing on her submissive tendencies in the bedroom is a different thing. Right now, Kennedy is learning the boundaries of our relationship and her relationship with him, too. They’ll always have one. He’s my son and will always be a part of her life. I want them to have a good relationship, just like I want her to have a good relationship with Jet.
As long as she looks to me to set the boundaries for her, I never have to worry about her going off track.
Part of loving her is protecting her, knowing how to guide her around the potential pitfalls she’s likely to trip and fall into.
Jonathan wasn’t good at that, but I am.
It feels good to take care of her again.
I pull her hair back and tenderly kiss the side of her face to let her know it doesn’t bother me when she talks about him. “What almost made you cry?”
“When I saw my hairbrush on his sink. It felt so irreversible. Like ownership had been transferred and you didn’t want me anymore. I was so sure I’d messed everything up and you’d never even be able to look at me again, let alone touch me.”
I slide my arms around her waist, pulling her back against me and kissing the ball of her shoulder. “I love you too much to ever keep my gaze or my hands off you for very long.”
She sighs and hugs my arms around her midsection. “You make me feel so loved,” she says softly. “I’ve never felt that before you.”
“You are very loved,” I assure her, sliding a hand over and caressing her tit.
Turning in my arms and sliding her arms around my neck, she teases, “Oh yeah? How loved?”
I smirk, pushing her pretty little ass back against the shower wall. I wrap a hand around her throat, feeling the beat of her heart pulsing beneath my fingers. “Completely fucking loved,” I grumble before crashing my lips to hers.
Chapter thirty
Kennedy
My hair is still wet when I make my way downstairs, but my heart is full.
A goofy smile plays around my lips and I sigh softly as I replay Milo kissing and teasing me in the shower.
My smile fades a bit when I hit the last step, though. I know all the guys are home now, and I’ll admit, I’m a little anxious after Jonathan interrupted the way he did upstairs.
He made that joke about how if I played my cards right, maybe I could land him, but he was only joking… right?
Milo came downstairs before me, so I wait to see what kind of mood everyone is in when I enter the main living areas.
It’s early for dinner, but Milo said he was going to start making it, anyway. My tummy rumbled when we got out of the shower and he knew I hadn’t eaten the sandwiches I made after school. He didn’t want me to be hungry.
The boys just finished their sandwiches, so they probably won’t be hungry yet. Then again, who knows with guys their ages? They’re bottomless pits.
My gaze instinctively searches the kitchen area as I walk in, but it’s just Milo in the kitchen. I glance into the living room and see Jonathan sitting on the couch with a textbook open on his lap.
“Where’s Jet?” I ask Milo.
“Upstairs. He’ll come down when dinner’s ready.”
“You need any help?”
He glances back at me, his gaze absently traveling down my body. His lips tug up a bit and his blue eyes glint with affection. “Nah, I’ve got it.”
Lured by the promise of affection, I wander over and wrap my arms around him from behind. “You sure?”
“You already made my brats sandwiches today,” he jokes. “I don’t want you to feel like I moved you in just to do chores.”
“Well, not just to do chores,” I tease, letting my hand slide around his hips and move down to caress his cock through the stiff material of his jeans.
“Fuck, Kennedy.” His voice is strained and it makes me feel damn proud of myself, but I let my hand fall away since I already made enough trouble upstairs.
Thinking about upstairs doesn’t do much to sate my hunger for him, though.
Sucking him off in the shower, looking up at his gorgeous, chiseled body as the water streamed down on me. When he reached a hand down to touch my face and gazed at me like he loved me more than words could ever say.