Kane (Face-Off 2)

Jumping up from the couch, he pulls me up and into his chest in one swift scoop and wraps his arms around me. I think how nice this is for a second before I realize his massive cock is digging into my stomach. It needs its own zip code.

He bends down to kiss me on the lips, softly this time. I almost miss the rough kisses, but the sensual, passionate ones cause my toes to curl just as much. After he releases me from his grasp, he catches me from falling forward, my body and mind too disconnected to function at the same time.

“Take me to your lair,” I say, laughing.

“You’re such a smartass.” He shakes his head and pulls down my bottom lip with his thumb.

I stick out my tongue to lick his skin. He does something I least expect and picks me up like a ragdoll and slings me over his shoulder, smacking me on the ass as he walks out of the living room.

“This ass is mine,” he says, pushing up my dress and biting my skin.

I smack him in the arm, still feeling the sting from his teeth on my ass. “You’re a bad boy, Tyler.”

He laughs as we descend the stairs. “You have no idea, baby. I’m about to show you just how bad I can be.”

Chapter Eight

TYLER

Before I’d bought Roxie from my neighbor, my friends would tell me how much I’d score if I had a dog. Not that I needed a distraction to get laid, but shit, they were right. Women love seeing a man with an animal. But no one ever told me my dog would end up being the biggest cock blocker.

When I kick open the door to my bedroom, Roxie nibbles at my ankle and jumps up to lick Kennedy before I have the chance to set her down on the bed. Sliding Kennedy down my chest, I lower her to the ground in case Roxie also wants to take a bite of her perfect ass. For someone who dresses as if she stepped out of another decade, she has a smoking hot body underneath all those layers.

I haven’t even seen her tits yet, too busy licking and fingering her pussy. The way she screamed my name when she came was so fucking hot I’m surprised I didn’t nut in my pants. Now, I’m sitting on the floor while Kennedy plays with Roxie, laying flat on her back as Roxie jumps on her chest. She might be a puppy in the sense of her age, but my dog has been growing like a champ and way too heavy to be pouncing on her stomach.

Kennedy doesn’t seem to mind, and I like watching the two of them together. This is the first time I invited a woman into my bedroom. I usually have sex on the couch or in one of the spare bedrooms. But I never invite them to where I sleep. The house is so unlived-in from me never being home that women never seem to notice they’re not even in my bedroom—if we even make it that far.

With Kennedy, I found myself walking to my room without a second thought. Not until Roxie cock blocked me did I regret my choice.

Kennedy has her legs spread open wide, giving me a nice view of her wet pussy. I stroke my cock a few times, so fucking hard I am in physical pain. Needing to be inside her, I crawl across the carpet to close to the distance between us and lift Roxie from her chest.

“Hey, what are you doing? Give her back. I’m not done loving her.” Kennedy holds out her hands to take Roxie back as if she weighs five pounds and could fit in the palm of her hand.

If I didn’t already like this woman more than any woman I’ve been with in a long time, her love for Roxie only added to what I’m feeling. She’s cool, smart, funny, loves sports, and has a mouth on her that makes my dick hard every time she gets wise with me.

“She’s getting in the way of me and your pussy,” I say, setting Roxie down to slip between her legs.

Roxie licks the side of my face at the same time I lean down to kiss Kennedy, killing the moment. Nothing is more unappealing than trying to have sex with a girl when you have slobber on your cheek. Like I said, Roxie is a cock blocker.

“Rain check,” she asks, running her hands through Roxie’s dark coat. “I think this one has other plans for us.” Kennedy nuzzles her face against Roxie’s, the two of them adorable together.

I nod, unable to hide a smile. “Of course.”

After deciding I should get dressed, I get up and open the drawer behind Kennedy to pull out a pair of mesh basketball shorts and a black and orange Flyers T-shirt. “Are you hungry?”

Roxie jumps up and barks, thinking I am talking to her. I make a goofy face at her. “I’ll feed you too, girl, but I wasn’t talking to you.”

Kennedy looks up, her eyes darting straight to my erection and bites down on her bottom lip. She stares at me for a few seconds before she snaps out of it. “Yeah, I guess I could eat.”

“I’ve got

something you can eat,” I quip.

She blushes, turning her head away from me to play with Roxie. “I meant food, stupid.”

I slip into my boxers and pull them over my hips, peeking down at her and that pouty lip, which is not helping me get rid of this hard-on that will not quit. “I don’t often cook so your options are limited to pizza, frozen burritos, and Gatorade or water. I can order us something. What are you in the mood to eat?”

“Pizza is fine with me. Whatever.” She shrugs her shoulders, nonchalant. “I’ll eat just about anything you put in front of me. I’m not picky.”