The Best of Us (Love in Isolation 2)

“I swear to God.” I shake my head, moving the blanket so I can sit down next to her. “Why are all chicks obsessed with Hallmark?”

“Hallmark Christmas,” she emphasizes. “And you’d know if you actually sat down and watched one.”

“Like I have time when I work a hundred hours a week.”

“Well you do now.” She grins.

Even though I couldn't care less about understanding the hype, the opportunity to spend time with Kendall is enough for me. I wrap my arm around her and pull her in close.

“A Christmas Cottage,” she says. “It’s one of my favorites!”

“Hope there’s nudity.”

She elbows me in the ribs, and I wince. “Not cool.” I groan, but she just smirks at me.

“Hallmark is wholesome. Don’t ruin it with your dirty thoughts.”

“Too late. I’m already thinking of ways to get you naked again in this Christmas cottage.”

“Oh my God.” She snort-laughs, and settles in next to me.

Overall, the movie isn’t horrible. Having Kendall so close while smelling so damn good almost tempted me to throw her on her back and lick between her thighs. But I could see the way her eyes lit up as she watched the movie and didn’t want to distract her.

Once the credits roll, I stand and stretch. “I think I’m going to bed.”

“Okay. I’m pretty tired myself.”

“You going up?” I ask as she adjusts her pillow and blanket.

“I prefer it down here. I’ve gotten used to hearing the wood burn and watching the fire as I fall asleep. It doesn’t feel as lonely.”

Though I don’t think she meant to, I hear the sadness in her voice.

She’s lonely?

Fuck that.

“Sleep with me in my bed,” I say. Not giving her any room to argue, I rush to say, “I’ll keep you warm and make sure you aren’t lonely.”

Kendall arches a brow. “Double bonus.”

I smile and reach for her hand. “That’s right. C’mon.”

Though I made it sound like it was for her benefit, I love the idea of having her in my bed. Next to me, smelling like me, having me inside her. A possessiveness I’ve never experienced before sweeps over me. But when it comes to Kendall Montgomery, I can’t help it.

If only we could stay in our little bubble forever.Chapter ElevenKendallDAY 6When I roll over to find a warm, strong body next to mine, I realize where I am—in Ryan’s bed. Lifting the sheet, I see that I’m naked. A smile touches my lips as I replay what happened last night after we came upstairs. Flashes of him on top of me, me on top of him, and multiple orgasms nearly drive me wild.

Damn.

I let out a content sigh and hold back a squeal, considering Ryan’s still asleep next to me.

Carefully, I slip out from under the sheets and grab my leggings off the floor, then search for my phone that’s on the floor. Unlocking it, I open a group text with Cami and Piper and think about what I want to say. Yesterday was incredible. Being with Ryan so intimately seems like a dream. If I close my eyes, I can almost imagine us in a real relationship. He already knows how to please me and has my body memorized.

Just thinking about him and his mouth on me drives me insane, but I try to calm the hell down even though I feel like a horny teenager. It’s tough when the man is so damn sexy with his looks and dirty talk. It’s official...I’m hopeless.

Kendall: I think I might be dead!Cami: What? Are you okay?I snicker.

Kendall: I can’t get enough of Ryan. Where has he been all my life?Cami: I am so happy! Now get married and have kids immediately!Piper: Give me all the details PLEASE!Cami: Please spare me. I don’t want to hear that about my BROTHER!Piper: Don’t listen to her. I want every damn sexy detail.I send an eggplant emoji with the three water drips and have to hold back laughter.

Cami: KENDALL, PLEASE MESSAGE HER PRIVATELY!Cami’s reaction has me snickering.

Kendall: Let me just say, if I could have him every night for the rest of my life, I’d be a very, very happy woman. The sex is FIRE. I wouldn’t be shocked if I’ve lost the ability to walk.I can almost hear Cami groaning as I send ten fire emojis.

Ryan rustles, so I hurry and type my next text to them.

Kendall: I’ll fill you in later, Piper. Gotta go.Before he wakes, I slip back under the sheets and wrap my arm around his firm body. I love how warm he is and snuggle closer.

“Morning,” he says in a rasp sleepy voice, then rolls over and meets my eyes.

Leaning over, I paint my lips across his, needing more of him. By the time we pull apart, we’re both smiling. I can’t believe this is really happening. Sure, we’ve had sex several times, but just kissing him like this creates a surge of emotions to swarm through me.