I felt my balls tighten, and my cock swelled up hard as steel in my hand as I pumped. My abs clenched, my breath caught, and as my hand slid up and down my shaft—slick from all the precum dripping from my swollen head—I felt the last of my control crumble.
“Kennedy,” I grunted, before suddenly, I was coming.
I growled into the darkness of the studio as my fat cock lurched in my hand. My cum blasted from the swollen crown, splattering in hot, sticky white ropes down across my abs and my hand before it started to drip down my balls.
Fuck.
I slumped back I the chair, panting for air as I drained the last of my beer.
I had to have her. Had to. I’d gone from wanting her, to flat out obsession. I could feel it consuming me, and when my cock stayed rock-fucking-hard the longer I thought about her, the longer I knew it was true.
Caleb had the first taste.
I’d have the next.
…And then, she’d have us both.
9
Kennedy
Lucy was still grilling me about the night before at breakfast the next day. I don’t know why I was being so cagey about it either. I mean, so I had a guy over? Under any normal circumstances, it would have been a non-issue. We would have gossiped about it, I would have blushed and given her half the details she actually wanted, and that’d be that.
But this wasn’t normal circumstances. Caleb wasn’t “normal circumstances,” for so many reasons. The first being that brought something… wicked out in me. He brought out this illicit, filthy side of me that both excited and scared me. Part of it was who he was, and his past. I mean, the tats and the bike? For some guys, that would’ve been a “look”—something they’d cultivated to try and appear cool.
For Caleb, it was who he really was. He’d seen real danger and real hardship, and the memories of those were inked across his skin and hidden in the dark glint in his eyes. And it was in that dark glint that I could see myself falling entirely.
That’s what freaked me out about how he made me feel.
And then, as if that wasn’t enough, there was the second minor little complication: his best friend did the same thing to me. Landon’s dark eyes, scruffed, chiseled jaw, and fierce, wild look sent shivers down my spine and tingles through my core even just thinking about him. There was this barely contained wildness to him, like a wild animal that’s been kept in a cage almost a little too long. Like getting too close to that cage might just make him snap and tear his way out to get his hands on me.
…A thought that had me squeezing my thighs together and feeling the heat pool between my legs whenever it flitted through my head.
So, that’s why I stone-walled Lucy. Because I had no idea how to even begin to tackle the whirlwind of emotions about all of this myself.
Lucy ended up giving me a ride to the clinic. The day was slow though, and sure enough, there I was sulking in my office absently stroking Simon’s ears as I replayed the last few days of my normally boring life.
I’d kissed two absolutely gorgeous, absolutely dangerous and wild outlaws. I’d been involved in some sort of illegal activity by pulling a bullet out of one of those two men. And then I’d let that one tear my clothes off when I’d willingly spread my legs for his tongue.
And holy fuck had that been good.
I’d never come anywhere close to as hard as Caleb had made me come with that mouth of his. It was like molten fire had been poured into me, and every single detail of it was playing on repeat in my head even as I sat there in the clinic. I mean, God, I’d ended up replaying it with my fingers in bed after he’d left last night.
My thoughts drifted to my locker room, but I pursued my lips and scowled at myself at the idea of running off to masturbate like some sort of sex-crazed, overly-horny teen boy. I mean seriously.
Instead, when lunch rolled around and all I’d had was a yearly checkup for a golden retriever and a quick peek at a kitten’s ear infection, I decided I had to get some air.
Running always helped me clear my head, and that day, it was a welcomed break. My lungs burned, and my legs ached, but I kept going, looping through the mountain roads around the base of Blackthorn and letting the sun glint through the tree branches against my skin. But eventually, my body screamed for a break, and I headed back to the clinic.
I half collapsed back inside, panting and sucking down air as I headed towards the back. This time, the showers did sound like a good idea. My muscles groaned in that sweet delicious agony that comes after a hard but satisfying workout as I opened the door to the locker room. I peeled my shirt off, and then my sports bra, tossing them away as I let the steam rise off my skin.