Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“Trent.” Her lips tremble, and my name comes out wobbly. I let her have this moment. She’s been on one hell of an adrenaline rush from the time I entered the club to us talking it out, then fucking each other senseless, to her letting everything out. Sure, we’ve talked in between there, but nothing like this, nothing like her telling me she wished Briar were mine, when in my eyes she already fucking is. The only thing we need to do is get everyone else on the same page.
“Come here, babe.” I don’t give her any room to do anything else except what I want. My arms wrap around her naked back, pull her in, and wrap her close. Kennedy’s been strong long enough. It’s time for me to carry the burden, and I’m going to in every way possible.
“I’m sorry. God, I’m so sorry.” Wetness hits my neck, traveling down my chest and I’m sure her own. She has nothing to apologize for. Had I not been a dumb ass, things could have happened differently. I told her the truth. I wasn’t ready. The only things I’ve focused on have been my career, hanging with the guys, and working on my place out here.
“Nothing to apologize for. It’s all going to work out in the end. You and Briar will be mine. In order to do that, we kind of need to get the ball rolling. I still have to stop by the station, then pick something up to bring to Asher’s,” I whisper softly once she settles down some.
“I’ll pick up food or make a quick side dish.” She lifts her head, then dashes away the tears and gathers herself.
“I’m gonna pack a bag, too. Stayin’ with my girls tonight as long as Briar is good with us,” I tell her.
“God, I hope she is. Surely, she will be, right? Oh, my fuck, there goes another worry. Alright, it’s time to pull myself together. One thing at a time, one foot in front of the other; that’s what I tell Briar and what I’m going to tell myself.” I chuckle at her antics. She’s talking herself in and out of a mini-freakout.
“Babe, hop off. We got a girl to get to.” I smack her ass, and what does the minx do? She wiggles until she’s hovering right on the head of my cock.
“We can be fast, right?” She slides down.
“Fuck yeah,” I breathe. My hands grip her hips, and I slam her down the length of my cock, taking her as hard and as fast as I can before we come up for air. When all I really want to do is stay planted inside Kennedy, for goddamn ever.
11
KENNEDY
“Hi, is anybody home?” I call out, walking through the empty house. Trent and I pulled up in separate vehicles, mind you, since he’ll leave from here and go his way, and I’ll go mine.
“Out back, babe. Can hear Briar giggling,” Trent says, squeezing my hip gently. I’m a riot of nerves, having no idea how my mom is going to take this, how Asher is going to respond, how my stepdad will view me, and trying to keep this from Briar might prove impossible with the way people tend to gossip on social media.
“Oh.” Clearly, Trent has supersonic hearing, or I’m so involved in what’s about to happen I can’t see straight. The whole way here, I rehearsed what I’d say to my family, hoping to get it out in one fell swoop then sweep it under the rug.
“Babe, it’s going to be okay. Asher already knows. I’m sure he told your mom. All you have to do is talk like normal, yeah?” I close my eyes for a moment. He’s been my rock through all of this. While I’ve been busy trying to save myself, Trent has been standing right beside me, holding my hand.
“You’re right, yes. God, you’re a life saver. Have I thanked you lately?” He shakes his head.
“Yeah, only about a million times. Come on, let’s go see our girl.” I nod, get my shit together, and give myself a mental pep talk. He’s done the heavy lifting of this conversation. Asher is here, which means he’s talked to Mom, and Lennie will diffuse any situation. Though, I’d rather not add to her stress with being newly pregnant.
“Let’s,” I respond. My nerves slowly dissipate, yet beneath the happiness of having an us, we, together, there’s still a slight hesitance because of the unknown. Trent’s palm leaves my side, trails along my lower back, and he links his fingers with mine. We make our way through the house, looking at the candy lying on the kitchen counter, the crafts on the dining room table, and beautiful red roses in a vase. Pure Mike. Every Valentine’s Day, every birthday, and every anniversary, my mom gets the same flowers. During the rest of the year, he’ll randomly bring home daisy, lilies, or whatever he chooses when he’s out and about. He really is such a great man. I couldn’t have asked for a man better for her.