A Moosehead Valentine: Sterling & Kennedy

Eventually, the silence is too much to bear and we pack up the kids and head home. Kennedy goes into the bedroom and closes the door behind her. I bathe the girls and put them into bed. After reading two princess stories, they were out like a light. Before I turn the light out, I stare at my girls and offer up a silent prayer that they will always be safe. I leave the door open a little and then go and lock the doors and turn the alarm on.

As I make my way down the hallway, I can hear Kennedy’s sobs and they gut me. Even under normal circumstances, I hate it when she cries, but that’s nothing compared to what’s happening now. Opening the door, I find her laying on the bed on her side. She’s facing away from the door, but I don’t need to see her face to know what it looks like right now. Tear stained, and red, probably a little puffy but still gorgeous as hell. There's nothing worse than seeing your woman cry except not being able to do a fucking thing about it.

"Baby?” I ask before stripping down and crawling into bed beside her.

"Hold me," she says in a raspy voice and I do. Once she’s in my arms, her sobs ratchet up and aren't showing any signs of stopping anytime soon.

"You've got to calm down, Ken. This isn't good for you or the baby,” I say in what I hope is a soothing voice.

“I know, but I can’t help it. You were right. I should have listened to you. I feel terrible for Migan but at the same time I am relieved that it wasn’t me. Then I feel terrible that I feel that way. It’s a vicious cycle, Silver. I hate it,” she says her breath hitching again.

“You can’t help the way you feel, Kennedy.”

“But,” she begins.

“But nothing, Kennedy. Migan wouldn’t want you to upset yourself like this.”

“I know and that makes it even worse, Sterling. I am a terrible friend.”

“You’re not. I love you and Migan does too. Now, you have to calm down.”

“I ca-can’t,” she says, snuggling into my chest even further.

So, I do the only thing I can think of. I kiss her. Kiss her until she becomes limp in my arms. Her tears subside and she grinds her bare pussy against my bare thigh.

I don’t know how it happened, but without a second thought she’s on her side, with her leg hooked over my thigh and I’m buried deep inside of her.

Slowly, I thrust in and out of her tight heat. She arches against me. My hands are rubbing her hard little nipples. It seems to be just what she needed to calm down.

“Fuck, Kennedy. I love you so much,” I growl into her ear.

“I love you too,” she moans.

I lose track of how long or how many times we make love, but eventually she falls into a deep sleep. Poor thing, she’s exhausted. It’s still late, but I can’t sleep.

There is so much to do to ensure Kennedy’s safety and I won’t be deterred this time.