glides her hands up the plane of his chest and loops her arms around his neck. Miles automatically shifts, his legs spreading for his wife to step in closer. The moment is almost too intimate to watch, but they are simply captivating.
With Miles on one of the barstools at the kitchen island and Denise’s model height, they are eye to eye. I expect them to either make out or start whispering sweet nothings to each other any second. Knowing Kay and how she is with me and how her sister-in-law is with her brother, I should have expected what happens instead.
“You’ll live.” Denise places a smacking kiss to the tip of Miles’ nose, leaving behind the shine of sparkly lip gloss.
“See how mean she is to me when she’s around you, Little D?” When Miles pouts in her direction, Kay buries her face in the crook of my neck, her warm breath teasing across my skin, and now I’m the one with the shiver sliding down my spine as my dick hardens under the curve of her delectable ass.
“I hate that you and Ben call her that,” Denise complains. “It sounds like you’re calling her Little Dick.”
That sets off a whole new round of ribbing, and the rest of the hours before the team’s curfew are spent with both an ache in my stomach from laughing and one in my dick from being near Kay and not in her.
At some point, Miles video-calls E, claiming he was being “ganged up on” by the wives. Bette, not offended in the least, continues to rotate each of us in and out of her chair, cutting and styling hair while seamlessly carrying on conversation. I mention something of the sort to Kay, but she only points out it’s what Bette does all day long at her salon.
When it’s finally time for me to leave, Kay offers to head down with us, stretching out our time together for as long as possible. There’s a round of goodbyes and a collection of kisses on the cheek before my guys all disappear into their rooms, giving me a few minutes to say good night to my girl in private before bed checks.
For hours, I’ve been teased and tempted by the swells of her breasts peeking out any time her shirt shifted to fall farther down her arm, by the curve of her ass brushing along my dick any time she wiggled to reposition her seat. As soon as the door clicks shut behind Trav, I have Kay in my arms and pressed against it.
“We probably shouldn’t do this out here.” Kay traces a finger along the freshly cut hairs sticking out beneath the brim of my backward hat at the base of my skull. I love when she does that. “What if someone comes by and takes a picture?”
“Fuck ’em.” I steal a quick kiss before pulling back. “Besides…if I don’t pick you up, I get a crick in my neck.”
“Don’t pick on me for being vertically challenged.” The way she squeezes her thighs against me to kick her heels back into my ass has me groaning with a fresh wave of need to be inside her. “I don’t make fun of you for being stupidly tall.”
A laugh rumbles out of me. This chick loves putting me in my place.
“I’m not. I adore how pint-sized you are.” I kiss the tip of her nose.
“I prefer the term ‘fun-sized’, thank you very much,” she says with a pout.
“Oh, you are fun-sized.” I waggle my eyebrows as I grind my hips against hers.
It’s her turn to let out a moan, and I’m instantly rock hard, tempted to say Fuck it and turn the playful move into a serious one.
“Don’t start something we can’t finish right now,” she warns, her head thunking against the wall.
I know she’s right, but it doesn’t prevent me from taking her mouth with mine, claiming it until the alarm I set on my phone goes off, alerting me to the fact that I have one minute until curfew. We’re both breathing heavily, our chests bumping into each other with each inhalation.
“You’re happy I came a day early?” she asks when I rest my forehead against hers.
“Very. Not sure how much I’ll actually be able to see you tomorrow with all the pregame shit we have going on, though.”
“I told you, I get it. Don’t worry about me, babe.”
The second alarm sounds, announcing curfew. Kay places one last kiss to my lips before unhooking her