“I like you, too,” she says, almost sounding confused.
“I want to see you again, but first, I’m going to fuck you.”
She wraps her legs around my back, pulling me closer. “Then stop talking about it and just do it already.”
And that’s when I realize the pants I had on earlier had my wallet in them…and condoms.
I have to move out from between her legs to get to the drawer on the island where I keep takeout menus and random things and hope for a condom. Sifting through the drawer, I can feel her watching me as I look through the junk. When it comes to women, I am always prepared, and for the second time today, the mood is somewhat killed because I have to excuse myself from the kitchen and head into the living room to find my track pants.
But Roxie, the Queen of the Cock Blockers, leaps off her bed the second she sees me, her mouth hung open and panting hard with excitement. If I ever plan to have sex with Kennedy, we may need to find another location. Because as long as she knows Kennedy is in the house, we will never have any peace.
Roxie jumps up for me to pet her. I tell her she’s a good girl and that’s enough to break away for a few seconds to find my pants and dig through the pockets before she follows behind and rubs her side against my leg. I pull out my wallet to remove a condom, about to go back into the kitchen when Kennedy walks into the living room.
She has her dress hiked up her thighs and a black potholder in her hand. “Pizza is ready.”
Annoyed by another interruption—like eating—I drop my pants onto the couch, sighing. But I like the sight of Kennedy, looking sexy and domestic in my house. It has been far too long since I have had this type of attraction to a woman, which also freaks me out. The last one ruined my life.
After she cuts the pizza, we take our plates into the living room to eat on the couch. Roxie has to squeeze herself between us to ensure she is always the center of attention.
“This didn’t go as planned,” I say to Kennedy and nodding at Roxie.
She finishes chewing her slice and wipes her mouth with the napkin on her lap. “I came over here to interview you. I’d say this wasn’t what I had in mind either. I didn’t even like you very much before you kissed me.”
“But you didn’t push me away.”
“Nope,” she shakes her head, “but I should have.”
Somewhat deflated, I sink into the couch and shove the rest of my slice in my mouth to hide my disappointment.
We eat for a few minutes before she speaks again, breaking the silence. “You offered me an interview, and I plan to collect on that offer, so you better spill your guts and give me something to write about.”
“You mean my stick isn’t newsworthy enough for you?”
She smiles. “On my blog, maybe, but not on Sports Buzz. I need a real story to report, a
nd while fitting your dick in my mouth was a challenge, I’m not quite sure how I’d write about it unless I plan to write an advice article called, Deep throating: Taking one for the team.”
Her comment takes me so off guard that I laugh, hard, and end up snorting, which is somewhat embarrassing. “Shame you can’t write that article. I would love to read it.”
She rolls her eyes at me and sets her empty plate on the coffee table. “Sorry to disappoint. I’m serious about the interview. After all, that is the reason I came to your house, to begin with.”
“What we did was better than a stupid interview,” I interject, running my hand down her bare arm.
“Yeah,” she blushes, “it was pretty damn good.”
“Pretty good? Nah, babe, it was fucking incredible, and you know it.”
“I guess it was,” she agrees, smiling. “Now, it’s time you start talking to me.”
“What do you want to know?”
“Anything…everything. I want to write about the Tyler Kane that no one else gets to see and not just the player.”
“I already showed you that side of me.”
She reaches across Roxie to touch my forearm. “You’re holding back from me. When I asked you about your family, you acted weird. When I asked about girls, you shut me down.”
I look away from her, unsure what to say next without pissing her off. My personal life, at least the parts she wants to know about, is off-limits to anyone outside of my inner circle, and by the inner circle, I mean Donovan. He’s the only person who knows about my parents and Payton.