Attracted to her 💘

Chapter 20

BRENT

I keep Kennedy in bed for the next three days.

Unfortunately, it's not as hot as it sounds, because she's bruised and sore and her pain pills knock her out cold. But I take care of her—I fluff her pillows, cook her food. Okay, Harrison does the actual cooking, but I bring her the food.

I also help her bathe—and that's a fresh kind of hell.

Because with two cracked ribs, sex is off the table. I can't even eat her out, because I know making her come will give her just as much pain as pleasure. She tells me it'll be worth it, but I stick to my guns.

Until day five, when the sexy vixen takes matters into her own hands. Literally.

We were in bed, in the still darkness of night, and Kennedy proceeded to describe, in full, filthy detail, all the things she wanted me to do to her. Things she couldn't wait to do to me. Then she begged me to show her—to take my cock in hand and make myself come.

On her.

And I folded like a pornographic deck of cards.

On my knees, hovering over her, I panted and groaned, imagining that it was her hand stroking me hard. But her hand was busy between her own legs, rubbing her clit, driving her glistening fingers in and out, in time with my own fist. I painted her tits that night, and she impressively demonstrated that she was healed enough to handle an orgasm.

So of course I spend the better part of day six with my mouth attached to her pretty cunt—to make up for lost time.

But by day seven, she's antsy. Sick of television and too wired to work. I call the troops to my place for dinner. Harrison watches the McQuaid Monsters over at Jake and Chelsea's so they can come. Stanton arrives with Sofia, and the baby bump that could apply for its own zip code now. Brian and Vicki show up too. I introduce them to the rest of the squad, and we all eat pizza at the dining room table.

After dinner, we hang out in the living room—the guys watch the game while the girls talk baby announcements and bridal showers.

"It's going to be a brunch," Sofia tells Kennedy, about the bridal shower she's throwing for Chelsea. "Not too big, because Jake and Chelsea are antisocial."

"Ha!" Chelsea grins. "Let's see how social you and Stanton are after this little delight is born. Then multiply that by six."

"You really should come," Sofia tells Kennedy and Vicki. "It's going to be fun— mimosas and naughty bingo. Since they already have all their household stuff, everyone's bringing lingerie for the wishing well."

Jake's eyes light up. "Yes, you two should definitely come. The more the merrier—for me."

"When is it?" Kennedy asks Sofia, pulling up her calendar on her phone.

"The twenty-third."

Kennedy clicks her tongue. "I won't be able to make it—I'll be in Vegas on the twenty-third."

Spiders of unease scurry up my arms and across my back.

"What are you talking about?" I ask.

Kennedy meets my eyes across the room, and as casually as if she's giving the weather forecast, she says, "The trial starts in two weeks. They're handling the pretrial motions without me, but I'll have to fly out in a few days."

I put my beer on the coffee table and give her my undivided attention. "But . . . you're not trying the case anymore."

She frowns. "Of course I am. Why wouldn't I?"