Page 2 of Starting Over with You (Beer League Belles #2)

“I sure do, honey,” he says, shaking his head as he stops before us. He’s an older guy, gray hair in his beard, and he’s a bit overweight, but his eyes tell me he’s sharp. “Please don’t tell me you were out at that party and running from the cops?”

Kenni covers her chest with her hands, feigning innocence. “Me? Never. I was taking a stroll with my guy here.”

She flutters her lashes once more, and I can’t even enjoy the fact that she called me her guy. Instead, I just gawk at her. She thought that was the lie to go with? She’s not dressed for a stroll. No, she’s dressed for a damn twerk-out frat party.

I’m going to kill my sister.

I inhale deeply as the cop looks at me, his eyes narrowing. “You taking advantage of this sweet girl?”

“Absolutely not, sir. We grew up together. I came up from Thistlebrook to get her from our sisters, who go to UT, and we saw the field. We only have mountains where we’re from, so we thought it’d be cool to see if there really are children in the corn. ”

He blinks, and Kenni covers her mouth to keep in her laughter. I don’t blink. I don’t even move as I keep my eyes on him.

When he asks, “Y’all been drinking?” I’m already shaking my head. But my accomplice hiccups, then burps before gagging on whatever the hell came up.

My eyes fall shut as I pray for divine intervention.

The cop’s eyes narrow even more before he claps his hands. “All right, turn around.”

Then he cuffs us and takes us to the back of his cop car.

As he calls her dad, who will definitely call mine, I lean back in the seat, cursing the three girls who insist on making my life hard.

I really don’t need this before I leave for college, but I shouldn’t be surprised when it comes to the trio that just can’t act right when they’re together.

I’ve been getting them out of trouble for as long as they’ve been able to get into it.

I don’t know what they’re gonna do when I’m all the way in Minnesota, but that’s not my problem.

Who am I kidding? If she called, I’d come.

Silence stretches in the car as I move to alleviate some of the pressure from my arms behind my back. I try not to drink in the sight of Kenni’s thick thighs, but it’s hard, especially when she keeps crossing and uncrossing her legs, probably trying to get comfortable.

I’d like to say this is my first time in the back of a cop car, but it isn’t.

A few summers back, the girls convinced me to break in to an old rock quarry about an hour away.

We were having a blast exploring until we got caught.

Missy and Sadie jumped into the quarry to get away, and before I knew what was happening, Kenni grabbed my hand before we jumped too.

We thought we could get away once we swam to the edge where Sadie’s truck was, but what we didn’t know was that another set of cops was waiting for us.

I never learned my lesson.

“Do you remember when Sadie made you kiss me?”

Her voice is small, surprising me as I open my eyes and turn my head to look at her.

She’s leaning on the back seat too, the blue of the lights making her eyes seem even bluer.

Her cheeks are full, her jaw slender and sharp.

She has these dimples that can bring me to my knees and the cutest little dip in her chin.

The lights give her an ethereal look, and it makes my chest hurt.

I don’t know why it’s killing me to leave her, when I doubt she cares that she’s leaving me.

We’ve never been anything to each other.

I’m Sadie’s brother, and that’s it.

I clear my throat as our eyes meet, and I nod. “Yeah.”

“Do you remember that it was my first kiss?”

I keep my face neutral as I nod once more. “I couldn’t forget.”

She looks away, her neck darkening a bit with color. “Was it yours?”

“It was,” I admit after a small pause. “Couldn’t you tell? I sucked.”

I laugh, but she doesn’t. She looks up at me, her lips slowly tilting up as she tells me, “You didn’t suck. It was the best first kiss.”

I smile back. For me, it was. I had wanted to kiss her for a really long time but never thought she’d want me to.

I think that’s why I didn’t fight when they told me to kiss her.

I just did it. I lingered way too long, just to feel her lips and breath on mine.

When she moved her tongue along mine, I was stunned until I had to taste her.

Problem was, when I did, I came in my pants.

It freaked me out so badly, I pulled away and ran out of the room.

So, surely she can’t think that was a good time. “You’re drunk.”

“I’m not,” she throws back, her eyes narrowing in on mine. “Was it bad for you?”

My cock strains against my jeans at the mere memory of her taste. My voice is rough as I admit, “Not at all.”

I feel her staring a hole in the side of my face before she asks, “Did you ever want to do it again?”

I raise my brows and look away, taking a deep breath. I’m always sporting a chub when I’m around her, but when she’s bringing up the best moment of my life, I have to say the alphabet backward to keep myself from tearing through my jeans.

Through gritted teeth, I ask, “What are you doing, Kenni?”

“I’m just wondering,” she says, her voice low. “I always think about it and wonder if it’d be as good as the first time if it happened again.”

My heart is jackhammering in my chest as I draw in air through my nose to fill my lungs.

When I look back over at her, I see her top teeth are buried deep in her bottom lip, and she’s watching me with need in her sweet eyes.

I’m lost in them, the flashing lights making the whole moment seem so much bigger.

Her eyes don’t leave mine, and I have to fight a moan when she asks, “Are you gonna kiss me or what?”

Fuck.

My heart is in my throat, and my cock is doing its best to burst through the zipper of my Levi’s.

With a smirk I haven’t ever unleashed on her, I give in to every single desire I have, even though I know that makes me an idiot. We’re both leaving, but maybe I can have this.

“Give me those lips, darlin’. Let me taste you.”

Her eyes widen just as the most stunning grin slides over her face. I don’t know who moves first, but I’m leaning toward her, ready to take her gorgeous mouth with mine to show her I’m a way better kisser now, when the door flies open and the cop yanks me out by my shirt.

He slams me into the side of the car, and one look in his eyes lets me know I’m in deep shit.

Her daddy is going to kill me, and then my dad will kill me again.

I look over my shoulder at her to see her watching me, tears in her sweet eyes, and I wish I had moved quicker.

I never got to kiss her after that night. We were both grounded, and I left for college a month before she did.

Then she got knocked up and married some guy her freshman year .

Talk about a hit to the gut.

I don’t know if she still thought of me after that night, but fuck, I’ve thought of her.

How could I ever forget the night I fell in love with Kenni Colburn in the back of a cop car?