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  Chapter Eleven

  Tyler

  "Tyler, can we play Twister?" Tim asked as soon as we got back to the cabin.

  The honest answer was no. All I wanted to do was go upstairs with Kendra. But Tim was looking at me with huge eyes. It was a tactic kids often used; I knew it from Paisley. I'd always assumed it worked on me because she was my niece, but no, it seemed to work generally, because I suddenly couldn't tell him no.

  "Sure. Who else wants to play?" I asked loudly.

  It turned out that everyone wanted to play. There were two sets of Twister, twenty kids, and four adults, so we took turns. I couldn't take my eyes off Kendra. The woman was beautiful inside and out. I wasn't attracted to her just because she was smoking hot. She was also a kind soul. She radiated happiness and inner strength that I admired. For some reason, she'd held back while we were in Chicago, but she'd opened up this weekend, and I wanted to use every opportunity to spend time with her.

  It was midnight by the time everyone went to bed. Everyone except me and Kendra, who was sitting on the couch, looking at her phone. I sat next to her.

  “Want to stay down here longer or are you tired?” I asked.

  “I am tired, but I want to stay.” She turned the phone to me. “I was looking at pics of my new home. I’ve already packed some boxes with stuff I don’t need on a day-to-day basis and will move them there as soon as possible.”

  “Congratulations.”

  “I’m so happy about it. I’ve wanted to be a homeowner since I was like eleven, I think.”

  He smiled. “Thanks for telling me that. I want to learn more about you.”

  “More what exactly?”

  “Everything. What’s your favorite food?

  “Steak.”

  “What do you like to do in your free time?"

  "In cold weather, I'm a homebody. I have my reading nook, though I've always wanted to have one of those fancy rocking chairs with a remote, where you can relax and stretch out."

  I made a mental note about that.

  “And in the warmer weather,” she continued, “I spend a lot of time around the lake. Swimming, sunning, kayaking, just doing summer stuff. You?”

  “I typically don’t have a lot of free time during the fall and winter seasons. I make sure I see my family regularly, but that’s about it.”

  “Stop making me swoon. It’s unfair.”

  “No it’s not.” I leaned in, dragging the tip of my nose up the side of her neck. “And I’ve got all day tomorrow to do the same.”

  Clearing her throat, she placed her hands on my chest, pushing me away a few inches. “I’m supervising this event, so I have to pay attention to stuff.”

  “And you will. But in between all those walks in the canyon, I’ll have plenty of time to interrogate you.”

  The corners of her mouth twitched, even though she was fighting to stay serious.

  “I bet you will.”

  Next morning, we woke up early, and we were one of the first visitors in the national park. Mr. Dawson was leading the group of kids. Kendra and I were in the rear. The kids were throwing question after question at me, just like last night.

  "Okay, we need brochures," the teacher said as soon as we reached the information point.

  "I can get some," Kendra said.

  "I'll come with you," I added, looking at her intently. She blushed. All morning, all we'd done was exchange glances, but now I wanted more. I knew the kids were going to ask about hockey during the whole trip in the park, and that was fine by me, but right now I wanted a few minutes alone with Kendra.

  "Sure. Let's go," she said. "We'll be back right away."

  "Okay. Come on."

  We walked side by side.

  "Are you afraid I wasn't going to find the way by myself?" Kendra asked in a teasing tone once the group was out of earshot.

  "Yes. That, and I'd eyed those trees there ever since they came in my visual field."

  She followed my gaze. "What for?"

  I leaned in, right in her ear. "Kissing."

  "Tyler," she whispered, but laughed as I took her hand and brought her right behind them. You had to step through three bushes to get there. That's how I knew no one would bother us.

  "You are full of ideas in the morning."

  "To get what I want? You bet I am."

  I captured her mouth, putting my right hand on her cheek, keeping it in place so I could kiss her the way I wanted. Oh, fuck. The more I kissed her, the more I wanted. I groaned, pulling back.

  She looked at me through hooded eyes, but then cleared her throat. She smiled. I was proud that the look in her eyes was dazed. "I think this will be the last kiss you'll get today, mister. The kids seem obsessed to keep you talking."

  "That's possible. But Kendra, on Sunday, we'll be back in Chicago, and then all bets will be off."

  Chapter Twelve

  Tyler

  As I predicted, I didn’t get to spend nearly as much time as I wanted with Kendra, but that was okay. I had a plan.

  We returned to Chicago Sunday evening. We rode the bus with the kids to their school, where the parents were waiting for pickup.

  “How are you getting home?” I asked Kendra when we stepped down into the parking lot.

  “I’m taking a bus.”

  “My car is here. I can drop you off at home.”

  She grinned. “Thanks!”

  “Tyler Maxwell! I can’t believe this. Can I get an autograph, man?” a guy asked.

  Ah, I should have known the parents would be hockey fans.

  I leaned in to Kendra. “I’ll do this quickly. Don’t go, okay?”

  She sucked in a breath, licking her lips. “I won’t.”

  I signed autographs and took selfies for what felt like a million years. Then I led Kendra to the car, putting our bags in the trunk.

  “You were such a hit with the parents,” she said once we were in the car.

  I took her hand, kissing it. “It was a great weekend. Although we didn’t get as much time together as I wanted.”

  She giggled. “I have to say I found it hilarious that the kids wouldn’t stop throwing questions at you.”

  “They were very curious, true. I like their passion for the game. I forgot what it’s like when you’re their age. You care about the competition, but more about the sport itself.” I paused a moment. “Kendra, do you have plans tonight?”

  “No.”

  That one word was enough to snap my control. The thought of having her all to myself... fuck. It was all I could think about.

  I tried to make conversation on the rest of the drive, but the tension between us was messing with my concentration. When we reached her building, I took her bag out of the trunk, following her.

  Once inside the apartment, she took off her coat, putting it on the hanger.

  Turning around, she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “Want to come in? I’ll hang your jacket too.”

  “I’ll do it.”

  I took it off quickly, getting rid of my shoes too. She did the same. "Kendra, I want you... tonight."

  "I want you too," she whispered, pressing her fingers into my biceps.

  I captured her mouth the next second, pushing a hand under her sweater. She moaned, pressing herself into me. She rose on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around my neck, pulling me down.

  "Do you want this?" I asked.

  "Yes. Yes, yes. God, I do. I want this. I want you," she said.

  I kissed her ferociously, and she did the same in return. My hands were all over her body, taking off her clothes. She was busy undressing me too while we moved to the bedroom, throwing the clothes on our way. I was completely naked when we reached the bedroom. She still had her bra and panties on.

  We were both on edge. There was no way I could step away from her, not tonight. I kissed her. Scratch that. I devoured her, owning that kiss, capturing every ounce of passion. I'd wanted to kiss and touch and explore her for weeks, and now I wasn't going to h
old back any longer. I was going to make Kendra mine.

  I pushed the strap of her bra to one side, tracing the patch of skin it had covered with my forefinger, then mapping the same spot with my mouth. She shuddered, and I knew she was going to give in to whatever I asked of her tonight.

  I unclasped her bra, throwing it to the side.

  "You're fucking beautiful, Kendra," I said, cupping her breast, flicking her nipple with my finger while making eye contact so my intentions were clear. Every inch of her was mine to pleasure tonight. Her breathing accelerated.

  Bending at the waist, I kissed between her breasts, moving slowly under the right one, licking the underside and then kissing it back up on the side. I felt her contract the muscles of her stomach as if she was bracing herself and expected me to do more. I was going to move farther down, but I wasn't done with her breasts yet. They were so damn perfect and delicious.

  "I'm going to explore every inch of you, Kendra."

  "Every inch," she whispered. "That might take a long time."

  "Are we in a hurry?" I asked, teasing her, knowing what she meant.

  "Tyler!" Her voice shook when I moved to her left breast, giving it the same attention with my hands, but instead of flicking her nipple with my thumb, I captured it in my mouth. She gasped, rocking up and down on her toes.

  I looked up at her while I moved my mouth down her stomach, slowly circling her navel. "I'll explore you. I'll find out what you like. Then I'll give you so much pleasure." Her skin pebbled with goose bumps. "You're going to scream for me tonight, Kendra. You're going to try very hard not to, but you will anyway because there will be no way to contain the pleasure I’ll give you."

  She exhaled sharply, digging her nails in her outer thighs. I traced that spot between her navel and the upper hem of her panties with my thumb, feeling her clench her muscles tighter still. Then I put my mouth there, laying a trail of wet kisses while moving my thumb between her legs, parting them wider.

  I touched her inner thigh, barely brushing the hem of her panties with the tip of my thumb.

  "Oh, Tyler, please," she whispered.

  Fuck, I couldn't resist her plea. I put my tongue on the fabric covering her pussy, tracing a line over her entrance. Her legs shuddered, and then her knees buckled, but she didn't lose balance. She braced both hands on my shoulders, clasping them tightly. Then I brushed my thumb over her clit.

  "Tyler!" she cried out, rolling her hips.

  Fuck, this wasn't enough. I wanted to touch her skin. I wanted to see her reaction to that. It was intoxicating.

  I moved the fabric to one side, blowing cold air on her pussy. She sucked in a breath. Then I pressed my thumb over her clit again, sliding in two fingers.

  "Tyler!" she shouted, clenching tight.

  My cock was rock hard, imagining how it would feel if she clamped around me, and my control snapped. I took my fingers out, moving back a few inches. She looked at me questioningly.

  "Take off your panties, Kendra, or I'll rip them apart."

  She swallowed hard, immediately obliging, pushing them down her thighs.

  I clasped my cock tightly in my right hand, needing the pressure, but I knew it couldn't feel as good as she would. The second she stepped out of her panties, I pushed her down on the bed. Her legs were bent at the knee over the edge. I was too greedy to wait for her to move farther on the bed. She leaned back on her forearms, watching me, eyes wide, pupils dilated. She was just as crazy for me as I was for her.

  "I want to taste you."

  She widened her thighs. Her responsiveness to my words drove me insane.

  I clamped my mouth over her pussy the next second, darting my tongue inside before moving up a few inches, focusing on her clit, alternating between teasing it with the tip of my tongue and brushing the flat of it against it.

  She thrashed on the bed, gasping and moaning. The sounds drove me mad with the need for her. I grabbed my dick again, moving my hand up and down. When I felt the muscles in her thighs contract, I knew she was close. I slowed down, taking my time.

  “Tyler!" she protested.

  "You're going to come hard, baby. Trust me to give you the best orgasm you've had."

  "Please, please, please," she begged, and I nearly sank inside her the next second. I wanted her to come like this, to get her ready.

  I pulled her clit in my mouth, and I felt her explode. She cried out, filling the room. She stretched out her arm, probably in search of a pillow, but they were too far away for her to reach.

  "Tyler," she said again.

  I worked her with my mouth until I felt her calm down and her thighs were no longer clenched. Then I put on a condom, rolling it quickly, watching her. She was flushed, and her eyes were a bit watery. The smile on her face slayed me. I put it there, and I was damn proud of myself.

  I kept her on the edge of the bed, lifting her legs and putting her knees over my elbows. She yelped, losing her balance for a second before propping herself on her palms.

  She was so damn tight that she nearly pushed me back out. It had been a while for my girl, and the possessiveness in me liked that. I groaned, tightening my grip on her ankles, watching my cock sliding inside her, but then I looked at her face again. I wanted to see her reactions, to commit them to memory, to know everything she liked and do it again and again and again.

  I only moved slowly until I was inside her to the hilt, and then my control completely disappeared. I moved faster and then even faster.

  "Fuck, I can't slow down." The friction of her tight pussy was amazing! Even through the condom, the feeling was intense. We were perfect together.

  "I don't want you to," she replied.

  I pressed my right thumb on her clit, brushing it between every thrust. I wanted to alternate the shots of pleasure so I wouldn’t overwhelm her. For now.

  "You feel good. You feel so damn good."

  I felt her muscles clench again, and it about undid me. Energy coiled through me as my cock pulsed, wanting release. My orgasm would hit in the next few seconds, and I wanted to make her come first.

  "You're going to come first, baby, and so hard," I promised her.

  I doubled down, sliding inside her at an insane pace, pressing down on her clit and then circling it with my thumb until she completely came apart. She clenched tightly around me, sending me over the edge.

  I came so hard that my legs were burning. Every muscle clenched in my body.

  I continued thrusting until I was spent, then pulled out and lay down next to her.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Kendra

  I could barely breathe properly, but I didn’t let that stop me. I pushed him on his back, taking a good look at all those muscles. God, how could he be so sexy? I traced my fingers over every ridge in his six-pack, taking my time and then tracing it again with my mouth, moving up to his chest.

  He grinned. "What are you doing?"

  "What I've been dying to do since I saw you in that pool. Touch all this gorgeousness and kiss it too."

  He chuckled, and I looked up at him. "You hid that well."

  "Yeah, I was a master at self-restraint, and now I'm finally getting my reward. Unless you mind." I straddled him, so I had better access.

  He bent his arms at the elbows, putting his hands behind his head. "Not at all."

  I continued my exploration, also moving up to those biceps that looked extra bulky. Now that he had his hands behind his head, I was careful not to come too close to his armpits because he seemed ticklish. He lowered one hand. When I felt it move up my right ass cheek, I swatted it away. "No, no. I'm exploring now. Don't distract me."

  He put his hand back under his head, watching me hungrily. Next, I focused on his chest, tracing my fingers along his clavicle, kissing around those insane pectoral muscles.

  “Which shoulder is injured?” I asked.

  “The right one.”

  I kissed it delicately so I wouldn’t hurt him. "My God, you hockey players can be so sexy."
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  "Hockey player. Singular. This hockey player," he said in a surprisingly serious voice.

  I looked up at him again and was startled by the intensity in his eyes. "What other hockey players do you see? No one, Mr. Jealous. Just you."

  "That's right," he said. "Just me."

  In a fraction of a second, the balance of power changed. He pushed himself up in a sitting position, securing one arm under my ass and lifting me off the bed. He walked with me to the nearest wall, holding me against it.

  "Just me," he repeated in a strong voice before kissing me so intensely that I couldn’t think straight.

  I groaned when he touched my right shoulder blade, but not from pleasure. He seemed to realize it instantly.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  "I think I strained something this weekend."

  "Where? Show me," he said.

  He carried me back to the bed. I moved to the center of the mattress, turning with my back to him, pointing with my forefinger at a spot below my right shoulder blade. He pressed his thumb there, putting pressure on it for a few seconds.

  "Oh wow, this is good. I can feel the pain sort of melting away."

  "Are you sore anywhere else?"

  "If I say no, will you take your hands away? I kind of like them there."

  He laughed in my ear. "I won't take them away." He massaged my shoulders, descending to my shoulder blades a few times, applying pressure with his thumbs on certain spots.

  "Oh wow, can you do this all night?" I asked, leaning into his ministrations.

  He brought his mouth to my ear. "My pleasure, Kendra. You're so beautiful."

  "I like your hands," I said.

  "Before, you seemed to like my biceps too."

  "Oh, those too," I said in a reassuring tone. "And your abs, your ass, your calves, your ankles—basically every part of you."

  "Aren't you forgetting something?" he teased.

  "Hmm, what could I be forgetting? Your cock?"

  "Kendra, babe." He moved his hand up in my hair, tugging at it. "Don't turn me on."

  "Why not?" I was genuinely perplexed.

  "Because then I'll want to have you again."