Kyler Jenner, the older twin brother of Kylie, has been noted as a model, a music producer, and a business man, helping his family navigate through the ups and downs. Throughout his career, he's been able to help the Kar-Jenner family with their com...
The first thing I feel is warmth. Soft lips pressing along my back, slow and deliberate, tracing over the scratches she left on me last night. A smug smirk tugs at my lips before I even open my eyes. My body is still heavy with sleep, muscles aching in the best way possible from everything that happened between us.
Not sex, of course. Just a very heavy makeout session with some grinding. It was honestly a bit wild. Let's just say Stass has a very dominant side in bed...
Then, I hear her voice, soft, teasing, full of something sweet.
STASS: "Wake up, sleepyhead."
I shift slightly, stretching under her touch, my eyes still closed as I let myself enjoy the feeling of her lips brushing against my skin. She's pressing kisses along my spine now, her hands smoothing over my shoulders, her nails dragging slightly against my skin. It sends a shiver down my back as she marks her way up and down.
STASS: She giggles, knowing exactly what she's doing. "Ky-Ky, come on." She murmurs, her voice still laced with sleep. "You need to eat something before tonight."
Just to be clear, Stass does call my twin Ky-Ky, too. But, she uses it with me when she's being teasy. Normally, it's Ky, Baby boy, Big Ky, or baby, but I don't mind any of them.
KYLER: I groan, finally cracking one eye open, but I don't move just yet. "This is the best wake-up call I've ever had." I mumble into my pillow.
STASS: Stass laughs softly, her lips grazing my shoulder before she rests her chin on my back. "I figured you'd like it."
Her fingers run up my sides, slow and lazy, and I swear she's testing me, pushing me just enough to see how much I can take before I flip us over and pull her beneath me. But instead of giving in, I turn my head slightly, catching the soft glow of morning light streaming through the windows.
KYLER: "What time is it?" I ask, my voice still groggy.
STASS: "A few minutes past ten." She answers. "I let you sleep in since it's your day off, but now you have to get up." She kisses my shoulder again, then bites it lightly, making me groan. "We have a long night ahead of us, and I need you to actually eat something before you get distracted by alcohol and forget."
I finally roll onto my side, my arms reaching for her, but she's already slipping away, sitting up beside me with a smug smile. She's wearing one of her pajama sets, completely fitted on her, showing off her curves and her beautiful tanned skin. It's the first thing I notice, the way her legs are folded beneath her, how her top barely covers what's impossibly gorgeous, impossibly mine.
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KYLER: I prop myself up on an elbow, smirking. "You woke me up just to tell me to eat?"
STASS: "Yes." She says with a nod, pushing her hair over one shoulder. "Because I know you. You'll be running around, dealing with stuff, talking to people, and before you know it, it'll be midnight, and the only thing in your system will be alcohol."
