Page 16 of The Last Key (Baker Girls #2)

CHAPTER TWELVE

KENNEDY

How fast can you have an orgasm when you’ve just come down from one?

Asking because hearing Devon call me “good girl” is the hottest thing in the entire world.

I never knew I needed it until he said it earlier and every nerve ending in my body lit on fire.

Now it’s all I need to hear and whoops, spontaneous orgasm. Well, almost.

Speaking of orgasms, that may have been my best ever. Which is saying something because I know my way around my own body. I mean, maybe after a long session, I’ve had a harder one, but this was different. Because Devon was the one touching me. Licking me.

The fabric of his boxers rubs against my leg and I can’t take it anymore. In an instant, I reach out, grab his boxers, and push them down until they slide off his legs and onto the floor, then I grab that hardened muscle and stroke it.

The groan he lets out sends a chill up my spine .

“Kend… fuck.”

“That what you want?” I ask playfully.

His eyes darken and his jaw ticks.

“Protection.”

“I’m on birth control. Haven’t been with anyone else in nine months and my last test six months ago came back clear. You?”

“I’m good too. Got tested a few months back after my last time.”

“So, what are you waiting for?”

That sexy half-smile appears, and he grabs my waist with one hand and wraps the other around the side of my neck. Looking into my eyes, he moves closer. His crown brushes my pussy, and I shudder in anticipation.

Then slowly, driving me to the edge of insanity, he pushes into me.

The moan I let out as he goes deeper is loud and unladylike. Good thing Devon’s never cared about me being a lady.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Lie back.”

I bristle at the jolt of cold as I lean back. The second my back is flush with the counter, he thrusts deeper. Holding onto my shoulder, he pumps in and out, and holy fuck.

I fantasized about being with Devon many times, but while I imagined the physical sensations, I never thought twice about the emotional ones.

The safety I feel with him, how intensely wanted I feel, the way this physical connection heightens the emotional bond we’ve had for so many years.

I knew sex with Devon would be amazing, but I didn’t know it would be this incredible.

Shifting his weight, he leans forward and kisses me. The weight of his body over mine, the feel of his lips pressing into my lips as he moves inside me only deepens my desire for him, the flames burning brightly inside me.

“Devon,” I breathe.

“Fuck yes, baby. Keep saying my name. Say it while I own this pussy, while you come on my cock. ”

“Devon,” I say again and he stands up straight, slowing his movements as he breathes deep.

“You feel so damn good, Kend.” After a few breaths, he slides one hand up my ribs, to my shoulder, then my neck, fingers flitting through my hair. “I miss your long hair.”

“So do I.”

“Good. Because I’m going to need you to grow it out again.”

“Why?”

“So I can wrap it around my hand and hold you in place while I fuck you.”

Jesus damn.

My back slides across the counter as he thrusts in and out, sweat pooling beneath me.

“Why’d you cut it?”

Trying to find my senses between gasps, I mumble, “Because my boss told me it looked unprofessional.”

“Fuck him,” he grunts.

My wit returns for long enough for me to smirk and say, “I’d rather fuck you.”

His burning eyes lock on me as his hand wraps around my neck. His fingers tease the hair at the back as his thumb presses into my throat. He groans as he thrusts again, going deep to the hilt.

He moves his hand from my hip, down my thigh, until his thumb is swirling against my clit. My walls clench around him and my spine tingles. He’s sprinting toward the edge with me, his hand in mine as we barrel toward the cliff, ready to jump.

His eyes have clouded over as he struggles to keep control, but I don’t want him in control. I want him here, in this moment, with me.

Gliding my hand up the side of his neck, I look into his eyes. “Devon,” I whisper.

His gaze returns to me and the slightest smile plays on his lips. His chest rises and falls faster as his pace quickens. I dig my fingers into his shoulder as we move closer and closer to the edge, eyes locked, emotion thick around us until we go tumbling over the cliff together.

He groans loudly, mumbling my name as I cry out his, until we’re a breathless heap against his kitchen counter.

He kisses my neck, then lifts me up, carrying me into the living room.

He throws a blanket on the floor and sets me down, turns on the gas fireplace, then grabs another blanket and some pillows from the couch before settling in next to me.

Gently lifting my head, he slides a pillow behind me, then lies down next to me and covers us with the other blanket.

“You’re beautiful, baby,” he says, sweeping a hand over my face.

My heart beats wildly at his words. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“So have I.”

“Why didn’t you ever make a move?”

His eyebrows shoot up. “I did. In the pantry.”

“That was four days ago.”

“I mean when we were fourteen.”

“That was you making a move? Seriously? I thought you just wanted to kiss me.”

He shakes his head at me. “I wanted to kiss you . I wanted you. The kissing was just how I was going about it.”

My cheeks go pink. “Oh.”

“Why did you stop me?”

“Because those girls showed up. I knew you could have anyone. I didn’t want to risk having my heart crushed if I wasn’t the girl you chose.”

Brushing his thumb over my cheek, he gazes intensely into my eyes. “I would’ve chosen you every time, Kennedy. Every. Single. Time.”

I roll on top of him and kiss him deeply. “Every time?” I mutter against his lips.

“Always. What about you? Why didn’t you ever make a move?” He rolls over so we’re lying side by side again .

“Like I said, I didn’t want to end up with a crushed heart. If that happened, I wouldn’t have been able to be around you. It was easier to put you in the friend zone than risk what could happen otherwise.”

“I guess I understand that,” he says with a sigh. “I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

Biting at my lip, I ask, “What happens now?”

“You’re mine. All mine.”

I laugh at that, at the sweet yet possessive look in his vibrant green eyes. Horny eyes.

“And you’re mine.”

“Damn right I am. I’ve waited too long for this. I’m all in, Kend. Whatever life brings, I want us to figure it out together.”

“Even if my career takes me somewhere else? I’m planning to stay here for the summer and figure out my options, but what happens after that?”

He takes a deep breath. “Like I said, we’ll figure it out together. I want to be with you, Kennedy. Wherever that is.” I’m still chewing on my lip, so he tilts his head to the side and stares me down. “What?”

“I just don’t want you to sacrifice too much for me.”

“Nothing involving you would ever be a sacrifice.”

“Devon…”

“I’m serious. There will be compromises, but I’m willing to make them. I’ve spent too much time without you. Especially these last few years.” Burying his face in my neck, he rumbles, “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too. At night, I used to imagine you were in bed with me—” I stop short. Why am I telling him this?

One eyebrow lifts. “In bed with you, huh? Doing what?”

My cheeks heat, and I dip my head.

“Oh no. No way. The answer is not in my pecs.” He bounces his pec muscles, making me laugh. “Tell me,” he growls.

“Sometimes, I imagined you were there, snuggling with me, like we used to when we camped in the backyard. ”

“And other times?”

“Other times… I imagined your hand between my legs, your mouth on my chest, or what it would feel like to have you inside me.”

“And were you ever singing when you did that?”

I pull the blanket up so it’s almost covering my face, but he lifts my chin. “Maybe. A lot,” I mutter.

He gives me a blazing smile in response. “And how did it compare to the real thing?”

“It didn’t. Not at all. I mean, in my mind it was always incredible, but nothing like what just happened.” His cocky smile makes me roll my eyes, and I shove his shoulder. “What about you? Did you think of me?”

“All the damn time. I should’ve felt guilty about it, but I never did.”

Trailing my finger up his stomach, I whisper, “And what did you think about?”

His grin grows, and he rolls on top of me. “Oh, I can’t tell you that.” He kisses my neck. “But I can show you.”

“Yes, oh, that’s perfect. Fuck…” I groan and he slams his mouth over mine as we lose ourselves in each other for the third time tonight. We’ve been lying by the fireplace talking and then getting hot and heavy for the last hour.

I’m mid moan when the front door swings open. “Hello?” Justin calls.

Shit.

Devon immediately rolls off me, but he’s still half inside me.

He grabs the blanket, which is around our ankles, and pulls it up.

Since neither of us have answered Justin, he wanders down the hall, then stops short when he sees us.

A wide smile appears on his face, and he strolls over to us and bends down.

He lifts the blanket off me just enough to tell I’m not wearing a shirt, then he chuckles and stands back up.

“Well, it’s about damn time.”

“Justin, we?—”

“Nope,” he says, holding up his hand. “I don’t need to know. I’m just going to go upstairs, put my headphones on, and not leave my room all night .”

I sputter for words, but nothing comes out.

With a grin, he walks out of the room and toward the stairs. “Have fun!”

Devon buries his head against my shoulder as he laughs.

“God…” I laugh too, then he kisses me.

Justin’s footsteps trail up the stairs, then a door shuts.

“Now, where were we?” Devon asks, rolling on top of me again.

After finishing our last round downstairs, Devon turned off the fireplace and we made our way to the master. We finished cleaning ourselves up while intermittently kissing and getting ready for bed. I’m exhausted, fully sated, and so fucking happy.

Flicking his lamp off, he slides under the covers and wraps his arms around me, holding me close.

My heart’s on fire. I’ve never felt like this before.

Peace and safety combined with exhilaration.

Like I know exactly what to expect and don’t have a clue at all.

The best part is the trust. I don’t have to wonder how he feels about me anymore.

I don’t have to worry if he’ll be here in the morning or if he won’t like the other sides of me.

He already knows it all and wants every part of me.

And I feel the same about him. Giving in was the hardest part.

Now that I have, I see everything I’ve been missing and realize how ridiculous my fears were .

My eyes grow heavy as I rest my head on his shoulder.

“Night, baby,” he whispers, kissing my forehead.

God, I love hearing him call me that.

“Goodnight, babe,” I whisper back. “I love you.” Then I drift off to sleep.