KENNEDY

On our way home from an another fantastic dinner, I lean across the shifter with my hand wrapped around Tyler’s massive cock, my knees digging into the leather seat and my elbow propped up on the center console. He’s so hard and long, and as I position him in front of my mouth, I grab hold of his shaft with my other hand, teasing him as I lick the tip.

The sexy sound he makes sends a tremor through my body and straight to my core, my legs trembling with need and my panties soaked in anticipation. I wish he’d pull the car over and fuck me on the hood, but he’s driving so damn fast, weaving in and out of lanes as we zip down the highway. His car is crazy fast, but there’s no need to pretend like we’re in a rush.

Apart form his friends coming over to watch the NHL Stanley Cup Finals, we have nowhere else to be and plenty of time to get there. Matching the speed of his driving, I stroke his length, my hands and mouth in sync with one another as I suck his cock, taking most of it in my mouth.

“Oh my God, baby,” he grunts.

His big palm cups the back of my head but his grip isn’t firm enough to choke me. With a guy the size of Tyler, it’s a challenge to fit him in my mouth, especially when he insists on driving like we’re in The Fast and the Furious, for some reason in a hurry to get out of Philly. After the third time of his sudden movements knocking me around a little in my seat, almost losing my hold of him and two seconds from taking an accidental bite out of his favorite body part, I stop pumping and remove his cock from my mouth.

“Don’t stop, Ken.” He makes a hissing sound, the disappointment already on his face when I glance up at him, irritated.

“Then stop driving like an asshole,” I spit back.

“I was trying to make sure no one could see what you’re doing. Did you think of that?” He runs his fingers through my hair, his voice sounding like a child. “C’mon, baby. Finish what you started or I’m going to have the worst case of blue balls.”

“Not until you talk to me.” I sit down and back in my chair, avoiding eye contact with him. “Is something wrong? I know when you’re lying.”

He grabs his length in his hand, keeping one eye on the road and the other on me. “I’m coming whether you help me or not, but I’d prefer it be with your lips wrapped around my cock when that happens and not my hand.”

I roll my eyes at him. “You just want to come in my mouth.”

The corner of his mouth turns up into a wicked grin. “That, too.”

I get situated in my seat, my gaze fixed on the road, but I cannot help but watch out of the corner of my eye when I see him jerk himself off, tempted to take over for him. I’m so fucking horny, I push up my dress and feel how wet I am over my silky panties.

“Jesus, babe.” He licks his lips, still driving with one hand and working on finishing himself off with the other. “Spread those legs and let me watch you finger your pussy.”

I peel back my panties, my head turned to the side but still nestled against the headrest, biting down on my bottom lip as I sink two fingers inside me. If only it were Tyler between my legs. I watch him maneuver the car and his dick, turned on by his ability to do both at the same time.

Coating my fingers with my juices, I quicken my pace, a brush of heat spreading from my cheeks to my toes. My body tenses up, a euphoric sensation rushing over me, the feeling intense and powerful as it takes over. With each moan, my voice dies off, Tyler’s name on the tip of my tongue.

“I want to come in your mouth,” he says, low and seductive. “Get over here, babe. I need you.”

Sliding my fingers from my wetness, I hold them out and in front of his mouth for him to suck on them.

“Mmm…you taste good. I can’t wait to be inside that tight pussy.”

He stops doing all the work, giving me back control, as I continue for him. Not long after my tongue glides along his skin do I feel his leg shake. Tyler grips my hair in his hands, twisting it around his fingers. When he comes, I swallow all of him and suck on the tip once more before sitting back in my seat.

He’s still out of breath and driving like an idiot. With his eyes on the road, he tucks himself back into his pants and zippers them up. Then he reaches across the car and takes my hand in his to give it a quick squeeze.

“You 're incredible, Kennedy. Thank you.”

I laugh, almost feeling sorry for him. “You don’t have to thank me for a blow job. I’m your girlfriend. It’s my job to keep you happy.”

“That’s not what I meant…Well, I guess that, too, but damn, babe, that was one hell of a BJ. But I was saying thank you for yesterday with Blake and my family, and this was just icing on the cake.”

“You’re welcome, Tyler, but you don’t have to thank me. I’m glad I had the chance to meet your family, and it’s always a pleasure to see how much of your dick I can fit in my mouth.” I say the last sentence with a devious grin.

“You make it so hard not to pull over this car right now and show you how much I appreciate you.”

“As much as I’d like that, you will have people waiting out front of your house for us soon, and you don’t want to leave them hanging.”

Tyler flashes one of his winning smiles. “You’re perfect.”

“You’re a hot mess.” I laugh as I speak the words.

He reminds me of a sexy surfer with his blond hair and tanned skin with a mix of frat boy and aggressive hockey player throw in. But under the surface, there is so much more to him that I had not expected. And I’m hardcore falling for him more each day.

We make it back to Tyler’s house in Cherry Hill with a few minutes to spare before the doorbell rings. Coach and Parker arrive first because Coach is never late for anything. In fact, according to Tyler, she’s fifteen minutes early for every event he has to attend. He’s always the dumbass dragging his feet as his hot agent waits around on him. She has to do the same thing with Parker. I saw that first hand when Coach had asked me to watch over Alex.

“Tyler,” Coach says, throwing her long, caramel hair over her shoulder, all six feet of beauty and toned muscle flashing a smile. She was on track to become a professional basketball player before she had a career-ending injury. But she still looks as though she trains every day. “How have you been? Staying out of trouble, I hope.”

“Of course.” He leans in to kiss her, and she offers him her cheek. “Kennedy keeps me in check.”

“Someone needs to do it,” she deadpans. “Between you and Alex, I have my hands full. I’m more than happy to share some of the load with Kennedy.”

Parker has Coach bolted to his side, his fingers digging into her hip to keep her in place. Tyler does the same thing with me, never wanting to let me out of his sight. We have spent almost every day and night together since we first met. Things have progressed so fast that we practically moved into together without having an official conversation about it.

“Hey,” Parker says with a nod, nonchalant, and locks his gaze onto Tyler. “I hope you got pizza from Tony’s this time. None of that cheap shit that cracks when you fold it in half.”

“Yeah,” Tyler laughs, “I learned my lesson from last time. I stopped eating at the place around the corner. Come in. The pizza guy just left, so it should still be hot.”

I give them a little wave, a wide grin on my face as they step inside the house. “How are you guys?”

“We’re great.” Coach does something I least expect and pulls me into her arms to give me a big hug. “Thanks for everything, Kennedy.”

I pat her on the back, taking in the scent of her sweet perfume. “I’m so glad everything worked out for you.”

“Thanks for keeping tabs on Alex,” Coach says, releasing me from her grip.

Until now, I hadn’t met Alex in the formal sense. And who would’ve thought I would be meeting Alex as the girlfriend of Tyler Kane. I still have my mini fangirl moments when it sinks in that I am dating a famous hockey player, and not just anyone—my favorite player in the NHL.

I extend my hand to Alex as I break free from Coach and welcome them into the house. Tyler likes when I take charge. Now that I live here, he says his house is starting to feel like a home instead of a museum. Before we met, it was always cold and too big for one person, nothing more than a bachelor pad with too many rooms and gadgets.

I’m glad that Tyler feels so strongly about me living here because at the rate we’re going, moving in with each other would be the next logical step, given how much time we spend together. It would also save us both the expense of gas and tolls from driving over the bridge.

“Nice to meet the girl who was spying on me.” Parker chuckles and follows us into the living room.

I shrug. “Sorry. I was just doing my job. For someone with so many scandals under their belt, I was surprised how boring you can be.”

He laughs, his shaggy brown hair falling into his eyes. “Sorry to disappoint. Charlotte turned me into a boring old man.”

“Hey,” Coach smacks him in the arm, “I am not boring. Take it back.”

“You’re a little boring. Just admit it, sweetheart.”

Because Coach is almost the same height as Alex, he barely has to move to kiss her on the cheek. They are adorable together. At least my snooping worked out for them. I was worried about how it would all turn out when Coach had asked me to monitor Alex’s every waking move. Following him from practices and games when he was in town was uneventful, to say the least. I had expected to find him in bars and strip clubs, what used to be his usual hangouts, and was surprised to find him at home alone most of the time.

“Where’s Roxie,” Coach asks, looking around the living room.

“I left Roxie in the basement to play in her doggie room, so she doesn’t annoy the crap out of everyone,” Tyler chimes in. “She gets way too excited when other people are around, and I want to watch the game without cleaning up broken glasses or spilled drinks from the floor.”

“I have a hard enough time cleaning up after Alex,” Coach jokes. “I can image how much of a pain it is to take care of a puppy.”

“We can trade,” Tyler tells her, laughing. “At least Alex won’t pee on the carpet and hump my leg.”

“I can’t promise he won’t hump your leg,” Coach says, her voice playful.

She elbows Alex in the side, and he hooks his arms around her from behind and rests his chin on her shoulder.

After they settle in on one of the couches, I hear the door close over, followed by a man’s voice travelling down the hallway. Tyler and Donovan are so close I am shocked he doesn’t live here with him in this big old house. Standing in the archway of the living room, Donovan raises his thick arms above his head to stretch, wearing sweat pants and a cut off tank that shows off his muscles. He puts Parker and Tyler to shame with his bulky frame.

Donovan knew ahead of time that he is meeting Sydney tonight, per both of their requests, yet he looks as though he has just left the gym. His dark beard is trimmed, now looking more like an average person and less like a lumberjack who’s ready to chop down a tree. He has a season ritual where he doesn’t shave, the length of his beard getting out of hand by the last game. Shaving is the only thing he did for his fix up with Sydney. That much is evident in his appearance.

But Donovan and his rugged looks and toned body are perfect for Sydney. I can already see Sydney humping his leg by the end of the night.

“Where are you coming from?” Tyler asks, getting up from the couch.

“My house. Why?” Donovan struts into the living room and slaps his hand down hard on Tyler’s back, causing him to jerk forward.

“I thought maybe you were training before you came over. That’s all.”

He glances down at his cutoff shirt. “Nah, I ran out of clothes to wear, and I didn’t feel like doing laundry.”

“You know Kennedy invited Sydney for you, right?” Tyler speaks low enough so I can hear.

He seems so calm, unaffected. “Yeah, what's the problem?”

“Nothing. I just thought you wanted to meet Sydney, and you are dressed like this,” Tyler says, pointing at him.

He must be annoyed for me, assuming I will give him a rash of shit later, but I keep my mouth shut, knowing that Sydney will pop serious lady wood over Donovan and his ripped body. It would not matter what this man wore tonight. I can already see Sydney dragging him upstairs for a little one-on-one time. No way will she turn him down, not when he oozes sex appeal by the truckload.

We have the game on in the background, the commentator’s voices blaring over the surround sound speakers fixed from the ceiling. Tyler and his teammates could care less who wins this year, considering they didn’t even make it into the first round of the playoffs, but we are all hoping the competition gets their asses kicked, especially after serving the Flyers a big fat dose of reality the last half of their regular season.

The doorbell rings and I follow Donovan and Tyler out of the room and down the hallway. I have no idea why Donovan felt the need to accompany us to welcome Sydney, but the big oaf is hovering over Tyler, a fuck me grin on his face because Sydney looks smoking hot.

Her pictures online and social media videos do not even do her justice. She gets the same reaction that she is getting right now from both Donovan and Tyler. If I weren't with Tyler, he would be all over her in a second so I can imagine what Donovan is thinking at the moment. She’s every man’s type.

“Tyler,” she says, holding out her hand as if she expects him to kiss her skin as if she’s the Queen of England.

I love how she acts around men and gets away with it. Holding back my laughter, I make eye contact with her, and with one look, I can tell she’s planning to fuck with them tonight. This should be a fun night.

She flashes her pearly whites at Tyler. “So, you’re the stud who’s stolen my Kennedy away from me.”

He shakes her hand, his gesture so formal that even Sydney seems a bit taken back. “Sorry about that.”

She shrugs and walks into the house, ignoring Donovan, with her head held high, and her tits pushed out. Donovan licks his lips and stalks behind her, all part of her master plan to lure him into her trap. I wish I could do what she does and get away with it—not that I need to anymore now that Tyler is in my life. But imagine what kind of hits I would get on Sports Buzz if I had her looks and my talent.

She exudes confidence unlike anyone I have ever met, has an air of entitlement about her that screams money and success. But she’s one of the best people I know, and I love that she just blew past Donovan as if he were a piece of furniture in her way that she had to maneuver around.

“I would say sorry for taking you away from Kennedy,” Tyler says to Sydney once we enter the living room, “but I have a hard time letting her out of my sight.”

She peeks up at him. “How can I compete with your monster cock? But I do think we should work out a schedule. You know, you get her one day, and I get her the next.”

I have a hard time keeping a straight face, but it’s Donovan who breaks this silence.

“Did you just say monster cock?” He’s so much taller than her, even in her five-inch heels, that his chest is in her face.

She tilts her head to the side as if thinking over her last comment. “Yeah, I guess I did. No biggie. Who doesn’t love a big cock?”

“I’m Carter Donovan,” he says, touching her shoulder with his big hand, not even bothering to stifle his laughter

“Wonderful,” she says, shrugging him off, “Sydney Carroway, but I’m sure you already know that. I’m starving. K, help me find something to eat in this place.” Then she does something the guys do not expect—because Sydney is unpredictable—and strolls out of the room and down the hall as if she owns the fucking place, her heels clicking against the marble floor as she heads toward the kitchen.

“That was fucking weird.” The dumbfounded expression on Donovan’s face is priceless.

“You could say that.” Tyler looks just as confused by that exchange with Sydney. For someone who requested to meet him, she has a funny way of showing it. But that’s Sydney’s MO. She says the more you act as if you do not like a guy, the more they will want you. It works for every time. She just baited Donovan into her trap. Poor guy has no idea he will be a goner in no time.

“She’s hot, though.” Donovan shoves his hands in his sweat pockets as they move further into the living room.

“Uh-huh’,” Tyler confirms. I assume he’s wondering if she’ll even give Donovan the time of day.

“What do you think of Sydney?” I can already tell they like her without asking. “She’s amazing, right?”

“She told me I have a monster cock.” This time I cannot hold back my laughter and either can Tyler. “I can’t believe you told her about me. And here I thought only guys talked about stuff like that.”

I give him an I’m busted look, biting down on my bottom lip and hoping he’s not pissed. “Umm…yeah. You know girls talk about those kinds of things. And babe, your dick is something worth talking about. Just be happy that it didn’t end up on our blog because it came up quite a few times as a possible post idea.”

“Oh, yeah.” He leans down to kiss my hair. “What were you going to call it?”

“I like big dicks, and I cannot lie,” I joke.

“I still like the idea of the taking one for the team post.” He whispers into my ear, “If you want, we can go to the bathroom, and you can show me how you’d demonstrate to your followers.”

I nudge him hard with my hip. “Nice try, but we have company.”

Sydney walks back into the room with a box of pizza and a six-pack of beer. “Who’s hungry?”

She sets the box and bottles on the long table that spans both couches. The room is so big that it calls for some large furniture to take up some of the space.

“I can eat,” both Parker and Donovan call out, the two of them reaching over to grab a slice.

On the other side of the room, Tyler and I watch as Sydney chats with Coach as if they have known each other for years. Sydney seems to have this effect on the people around her that makes them want to open up.

Coach is about as closed off as they come, and she’s over there telling Sydney all the details about Parker and the time they had spent apart. From what I understand, those were some miserable days for everyone who had the pleasure of being around Parker back then.

I squeeze Tyler’s hand to get his attention. “Sit and talk to your friends. I’ll handle the food.”

He presses his lips to mine for a few seconds, the heat from his touch going straight between my thighs. I consider his offer to go to the bathroom for a minute before he responds. “I love that you’re so at home in my house.”

“I don’t mind.” And I am more than happy to take care of everyone, even though I should be watching the game to ensure I am keeping up-to-date on all the action for Sports Buzz live feeds. Being here with Tyler and our friends is more important than my paper.

Tyler smacks me on the ass. “I hate spending any time away from you so hurry up.”

“You see me all the time.”

“I wish I saw you more,” he counters. “I think we should make this more permanent.”

“As in move into your house?” My body tingles, set on fire from all the emotions running through me at once. I try to keep my excitement at bay.

“Yes. I want you to move in here with me. It wasn’t a home until I met you.” He pulls me to his chest, the fireworks sparking between us. “So what do you say?”

Staring up at him and into his eyes, I lay my palm flat on his chest and over his heart. “Yes. Of course, I will move in with you.”

“Woo hoo!” He yells so loud I almost lose my hearing.

His outburst draws the attention of the rest of the group, their heads turned toward us with confused expressions on their faces.

“Kennedy is moving in with me,” Tyler says with his hands raised in the air, reminding me of Blake when he gets excited.

Our friends congratulate us for a minute before Tyler picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. He almost runs out of the living room with his hand on my butt, holding me in place as he takes me upstairs, not giving a shit that we have company. While I feel bad about leaving our friends alone and unattended, I want to celebrate this moment with Tyler, because this is a huge deal for both of us.