When Our Worlds Stand Still (Our Worlds #3)(65)

“Dan and she are going through some stuff. She stayed in the city to figure it all out,” I answer.

At the mention of our two best friends, Graham tucks me tight into his side.

“Want to get some fresh air?” he whispers in my ear. My eager nod makes him laugh. “Let’s head outside.”

The backyard is near empty, except for a couple whispering in the back corner. Graham ushers me to the woodpile opposite of the smoldering fire pit. His hands grip my waist and effortlessly lift me on the unsteady mountain.

“Can we talk about what you saw?” Graham places his hands on each side of me, trapping me in his arms.

“Do we have to?” I brush my hand over his hair.

“All depends.” He grins. “Are you silently cursing my name, or do you believe me when I say I didn’t kiss her back?”

“A little bit of both, Graham. I hate you put yourself in a situation where she got close enough to kiss you, but I do believe you had no ill intentions.” I stare at the small red shed beside us.

“You’re right.” He moves into my line of vision, forcing my gaze to his.

“I am?”

“When I came home from practice today, Ashlee was waiting in my bedroom. After I told her to leave, I jumped in the shower, but I guess I left my phone in my room, and she sent those texts. Instead of making sure she understood nothing will ever come between you and me, I gave her an opening to try to.”

“Girls like Ashlee are vindictive, Graham. It isn’t your fault.” I fist his shirt and tug him close. “Seeing her with you, for a split second, I thought I was losing you.”

“You can’t lose me.”

“I trust you, maybe fully for the first time in our entire relationship, so please don’t fuck it up.”

Graham kisses along my neck and whispers, “I won’t fuck this up, but you’re,” he watches me through hooded eyes, “for sure going to be fucked.” He massages up and down my thighs. His excited gaze dances over the desolate backyard. When they turn back to me, he smirks.

“Don’t even think about it.” I push his hands off my bare legs.

“You, all riled up, makes me want to bury myself inside you.”

My cheeks warm at his words. I scrutinize the area.

“No one will catch us, Ken. Come on.”

Our eyes lock, and no force in the world could make me argue with Graham. His hands wrap around my waist, and bring me back down to the ground. Expert fingers unbutton my shorts and slide down my zipper. A loud, eager moan escapes my clenched lips.

“What do you want?” he asks.

My fingers slip through his belt loops, and I bring our bodies flush together. “I think you know what I want.” I pop the button of his jeans.

Graham takes the denim on a slow ride down my legs, leaving my emerald boy shorts in place. The tickling sensation sets my blood on fire. As he stands, he smacks my ass. The sensation creates an unexpected frenzy.

My immediate reaction is to drop to my knees and drag his pants and boxer briefs over the taut muscles of his legs. The sight makes my throat constrict. A quick swipe of my tongue wets my lips and his tip. Graham’s fingers tug at my hair. He guides my head with his hands. My cheeks hollow as I increase my speed, and I moan when he hits the back of my throat.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Graham mummers, releasing his fingers from my hair. “Get up here.”

A hot smack on my ass sings out as I release him from the tight hold of my mouth. Once on my feet, Graham tears my underwear down my legs. His knees hit the ground, and his tongue laps at my core. I twitch and shake under his spectacular talent.

“I’ll ask you again, Kennedy, what do you want?”

“For you to fuck me silly in a stranger’s backyard, of course.” The boldness of my words makes me laugh.

Graham’s eyes light up, but darken seconds later. He hoists me up, and my legs wrap around him as he walks us backward. My spine hits the back of the shed. The chipped paint bites through my thin shirt.

“Fuck you silly, huh?” He balances me on his forearms, grabs a condom from his wallet, and slips it on.

In one quick thrust, he’s buried to the hilt. His movements are slow and teasing, bringing me to the edge, but leaving me wanting more. Doesn’t he know he doesn’t need to hold back?

“I’m not going to break.”

His control slips when my fingernails dig into his back, demanding he unleash the way I know he’s dreamt of. His hands tighten on my thighs and his breath grows choppy. He loses himself inside me, driving in and out until I scream his name in release.

*****

“What’s in your hair?” Bea asks. She brushes a few strands and showcases her findings.

Red paint chips.

“Yeah, Kennedy, what’s in your hair?” His arm wraps around my shoulder and he winks. “Mark, let’s go,” he shouts.

“Rico’s still in there.” Mark meets us on the front step, dragging Bea behind him.

Rick’s in the kitchen, sucking face with a rather busty brunette who can’t keep her hands off his ass. Instead of dragging him away, we’ve given him extra time to get whatever he’s getting from her. Time’s up.

I push past our group and duck my head into the kitchen. Rico has the girl pinned against the refrigerator, her hands buried in his hair.