Page 28 of The Last Key (Baker Girls #2)

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

DEVON

Saturday

The ballroom of the inn is a ghost of dances past. There are streamers everywhere in our school colors—red and gold—with the same colored balloons as the centerpiece for each table. It throws me right back to high school dances, many of which were spent with the gorgeous girl next to me.

“Oh my gosh,” Kennedy says with something between a gasp and a laugh. “Quite the transformation from yesterday morning.”

“It definitely is.”

“Oh, look,” she says, pointing toward the projector screen where photos of us from high school next to current ones flash over the screen. She watches for a moment until hers appear. “Thanks for picking a good picture of me. You could have told me I needed to give them one.”

“You could have checked the email. I just assumed you didn’t, since you didn’t mention it. And I don’t have any bad pictures of you. ”

She spins to face me, eyebrows raised. “We both know that’s a lie. Do you not remember all those selfies we used to take?”

I bite my lip and pull out my phone, unlocking it and showing her the background. “You mean like this one?”

Her eyes flare. “Really? Of all the pictures of us, that is your home screen?”

The picture is from when we lived in New York. We’re at her apartment, and for some reason she’s licking my face. Based on the look in our eyes, we’re both pretty drunk, and I’d bet money we cuddled in bed that night while both dreaming we’d take things further.

“It was the closest I got to kissing you.”

“Well, we need to change that. Come here.”

She leads me over to the wall, standing in front of a Brighton High Bison’s poster.

Grabbing my phone, she holds it up and snaps a selfie of her kissing my cheek.

When she’s done, I snatch the phone from her hand and hold it out, then pull her close and capture her lips in a soft kiss as I snap a picture.

“Perfect,” I say, looking at them and setting the one I took as my home screen and the one she took as my lock screen.

“Wow,” she says, looking around the room again. “This takes me back. Prom. Homecoming. All those high school dances.” She tilts her head as she looks up at me. “Dances we always seemed to go to together. Was that a coincidence?”

I smile wide. “Nope. If we went to dances together, I had an excuse to hold you, dance with you, spend the evening with you. In my mind, it became a tradition after I asked you to homecoming freshman year. I tried to always be single for homecoming, and when it came time, I was determined to take you to prom.”

“Which you did,” she says softly.

“You wore that silver and dark gray dress. Smokey eyes?—”

“Courtesy of Claire.”

“And your hair was long and relaxed. Your bangs framed your face, and you looked so gorgeous. My dick hated me all night long, but my heart was happy.”

She smiles wickedly. “Well, at least you know your dick will be happy tonight.”

I groan as I lean in and kiss her. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

She rolls her body against mine. “Of course I do. Same thing you do to me. Light me on fire, fill my heart, and”—she drags her finger down my chest—“turn me on.” She grazes her lips over mine, then turns away. “Come on, let’s get some food.”

I watch her hips sway in the belted mauve dress she’s wearing and decide food can wait.

Catching up to her, I wrap my arm around her waist. “I have a better idea. Come on.”

“Devon—what—where are we going?”

“Somewhere special,” I tease, dragging her out of the ballroom and down the hallway toward the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, I lead her over to the pantry and pull her inside, shutting the door behind us.

I flick the light on and find Kennedy looking up at me, eyes dancing.

“We need to find something to play spin the bottle with.” Her voice is soft but sultry.

She turns around and pretends to look over the shelves, before sighing, turning back around, and finally asking the question that set everything else off.

“Do you really want to play spin the bottle?”

I move closer, looking deep into her eyes. “There’s only one girl I really want to kiss.”

“Oh? Who?”

I grab her arm, my gaze dropping to her lips as I say the word I was too chicken to say back then. “You.” Then I crush my lips over hers. Our tongues collide in a frantic, needy kiss.

Walking her backward, I press her against the shelves and slide my hand along the bottom of her dress and up her thigh. She wraps her leg around my waist and tilts her hips toward me.

“What do you want, baby?” I ask, grazing my finger along the edge of her underwear before pushing it to the side and stroking her wet pussy.

“Fuck me. Right here. Right now.”

Jesus fuck .

A second later, her fingers are on the waist of my pants, undoing the button and freeing my aching cock.

“What do you want?” she purrs.

“To fuck you. Right here.” I drag my lips over her neck. “Right now.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Holding her steady, I plunge inside her, groaning. I pause for a moment once I’m inside her because this is going to happen way too fast otherwise.

“Devon,” she complains. “Move.”

“Sorry, I need a second.”

“No, you don’t. This is a quickie. Hard. Fast. Now. Please.”

“Please?” I ask, lips pressed into her neck.

“Please, baby. I need you. Make me come.”

Fuck it.

Without another word, I drive into her hard and fast as she cries out.

She arches her back, pressing into me so I can get even deeper.

“Fuck,” I groan, bracing one hand against the wall.

At the sound of footsteps in the kitchen, I go faster, and the thrill of being caught takes us both over the edge.

We’re panting as I pull out and tuck my dick back in my pants. I give her a hard kiss and fix her underwear for her just as there’s a knock on the pantry.

She quickly fixes her dress, then wipes some lipstick off my face before I open the door to see a couple of the girls who helped plan the reunion standing there.

“Need something?” I ask.

“Uh, more napkins,” one says. She blinks a couple of times, then smiles. “Sorry if we interrupted.”

“Not at all. We were just looking for something to play spin the bottle with.” Kennedy bites her lip and looks down, trying not to laugh. “Napkins are on the right. Take whatever you need,” I say, taking Kennedy’s hand and quickly leading her away.

After enjoying some food from the potluck dinner, Kennedy and I are dancing on the dance floor set up in the corner by the DJ.

My fingers twist through Kennedy’s hair as she leans against me, enjoying the slow song.

“I’m glad you made sure we went to all those dances together. They’re some of my favorite memories,” she whispers.

“Mine too. And camping in the backyard.”

“Still more memories to be made doing that.”

“Definitely. I’m so happy you’re here, that you’re staying. I feel like a kid on Christmas who got everything he wanted.”

“Same,” she breathes.

I hold her closer, feeling every sensation—how her weight shifts as she sways to the song, the way her chest touches mine as she breathes in, and how her breath tickles my neck when she breathes out.

I take it all in, grateful and still in disbelief that she’s in my arms. I’m going to revel in this feeling for as long as I can, because I never dreamed I’d get this lucky.