When Our Worlds Stand Still (Our Worlds #3)(52)

“She’s crass.” To put him out of his misery, I answer for him.

“She is, but loyal, that one.” His eyes harden on Graham. “You, Mister, need to be on your best behavior, or else Violet will … how did she put it?” A long pause makes me snicker. His eyes brighten with amusement when he answers. “She’ll put your balls in a guillotine.”

Graham rises from the bed and escorts Bradley out the room. He finds me in a fit of laughter, a half roll from a hard fall on the floor.

“You think this is funny?” His arms over his chest.

“I mean, the man said she’d put your balls in a guillotine. What’s not funny about that?”

“I don’t think we’d want that to happen, now would we?” He cups himself through his jeans as he closes the gap between us.

“Looks like you’ll need to be a perfect gentleman, then.” I smile as I lift my shirt over my head. His eyes bob between my face and my lace bra. “Are you even capable of being a gentleman?”

Graham rushes the rest of the way and splays me out beneath him. His knees nudge my legs apart. The heat from his body makes me soften into the mattress. Eager to know all the places he plans on taking me tonight, I kiss the tip of his nose. His hands run the length of my legs, starting at my calves and ending at my bare thighs.

“Kennedy, you’re like every guy’s wet dream in these things.” His fingers trace the frayed edges. He leans down and kisses the frayed denim and then the seam of the zipper. My core senses the heat from his breath, and a moan releases from my parted lips.

Graham peers at me through his thick, black eyelashes. A devilish, satisfied grin greets me.

“You are no gentleman, Mr. Black.”





A gentleman, I was not last night. After ordering an abundance of room service and renting a movie, Kennedy and I did what we do best.

We loved each other. I loved her on every surface of the hotel room. The bathroom sink. The shower. The writing table. The balcony –which she was apprehensive about– but my charm won her over. Last, but very much not least, the king sized bed.

She sleeps, perfectly tucked into my side, with her head on my chest. The last time I’ve actually watched her sleep was when I snuck in her bedroom window our Senior year.

I brush her hair away from her face, embedding into my memory every freckle and dip of her nose. “We’re an epic love story,” I whisper.

Her eyes flutter open, and her soft, sincere smile forces my stomach into a somersault.

“We’re an epic love story,” she whispers in her usual raspy morning voice. The one that makes my dick jump in approval. “Good morning.” She stretches.

“How are you feeling?” To relieve some of the aches from last night, I massage her back.

“Thoroughly loved.”

When she stands, I inspect her perfect ass as it sways to the bathroom. She catches me staring, and winks over her shoulder. Upon her return, a plush white robe from the back of the bathroom door covers her body. She lifts the back to expose her bare left cheek.

“I’ve read a lot of erotica in our time apart, but did you have to spank my ass that hard?”

My fisted hands cover my mouth to hide my amusement at Kennedy using the word spank. “Pinks a good color on you.” I raise an eyebrow in defense of my actions last night.

She walks to the bed with purpose glinting in her eyes. “A part of me wants to ask you if I’ve been a bad girl.” Kennedy kisses me.

My hand rests on the back of her head, holding her close. When she leans back, the robe buckles, exposing her perfect tits. I dip my hand beneath the cotton and roll my fingertip over her nipple.

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it, Ken. I saw the blush on your cheeks, and I heard your satisfied yelp. You weren’t in pain, that’s for damn sure.” I gently pinch and kiss the base of her neck.

Kennedy slides over me and lays on the pillow next to mine. The expression on her face makes me want to give her everything she’s ever dreamt of. “If you keep doing things like that, we won’t be able to do all the things I have planned today.”

“And what exactly do you have planned, outside of this hotel room?”

“You’re in the city. I want to explore.”

“What I’d like to explore is you. Here. In this hotel room.”

“I’ve lived in this city for a year. I’ve dreamt of walking through Central Park, holding your hand, or ice skating at Rockefeller Center, or sipping hot cocoa at Serendipity III.”

“You do realize you just described the movie Serendipity, right?”

“I love that movie.”

“Of course, you do, Ken. You’re a romantic.” I groan as I slip out of the bed. When I look down at her smile, I know I’ll do anything she wants. “Get up. Get dressed. We’ve got handholding and super touristy things to do today.”

With a loud squeal, she jumps from the bed, kisses me on the cheek, and runs to the bathroom with her bag in hand.

I dig through the dresser until I find a pair of jeans. Kennedy barrels through the bathroom door as I pull on a plain white t-shirt and my UConn hooded sweatshirt.

“That bitch,” Kennedy shouts. She gives the room a shakedown until she finds her cellphone. She pushes a few buttons and brings it to her ear. Whoever she’s calling, must have answered. “You think this is funny? What am I supposed to do with the shit you packed?”