Teasers & thoughts

Rae lets out a long breath, then squints at me. “You’re growing a beard?”

I shrug. “Seemed like a fun idea. Did A tell you Trev set up a group chat for it? We all send pictures of our beards every day to see who grows a good one first.”

“Wow. You guys are such nerds.”

“Aaron’s winning.”

She grins. “Of course he is. He started first. And for a blond, he’s pretty good at growing a beard. How’s Jesse doing with it?”

I bite back a laugh. “Not great.”

“Dani called it.”

“Yeah. I don’t think he’s going to win this one. Although, we haven’t decided yet if Miles loses purely because he refuses to participate.”

“Can you picture him with a beard, though? His jaw could cut a steak. Why cover it up?”

I laugh at that. “Does your husband know your feelings about Miles’s jawline?”

She shrugs. “Doesn’t matter. He’d agree with me. You don’t hide a jaw that sharp.” I roll my eyes and we both laugh.

Grabbing my bag, I pull both my phone and my Kindle out, only for my phone to vibrate as I do. Looking at it, I see I have a plethora of missed texts in my group chat with Hallie and Kennedy. And a missed video chat request. Whoops.

Instead of reading all the texts they’ve sent me, I scroll down and look at the last few.

Kennedy: You should be there by now!

Hallie: If Frannie is lying in a shallow grave and the killer is reading this… just know, I will find you.

Kennedy: If you don’t answer in the next five minutes, I’m calling the police. Maybe the FBI.

Hallie: And Jack Bauer!

Sighing, I shake my head. Thankfully, I haven’t met Kennedy’s deadline yet.

I click on the button to video chat with them and wait for their answer.

“Oh! Look, Kend! She’s alive,” Hallie says as she and Kennedy pop up on the screen in individual chat bubbles.

Kennedy tilts her head back and forth. “And I don’t see any signs of being held against her will.”

“I’m not being held against my will. I’m here in my hotel room, alone.” I get up and spin the camera so they can see a full view before sitting back down on the bed. “See? All good. So no need to go all Taken or contact Kiefer Sutherland’s alter ego. ’Kay?”

“I suppose,” Kennedy says.

“So, where’s the hottie? Is he there? Give me a glimpse!” Hallie says as Kennedy rolls her eyes.

“He’s not here. I just told you I’m alone. He dropped me off at my room.”

“Ooh, walked you to your room, huh?” Hallie asks.

“Yes.”

“Did he carry your bags too?” Kennedy asks.

“He rolled my suitcase behind him.”

“Ooh. We’re definitely leaning toward soul mates now,” Hallie says as Kennedy nods in agreement.

Now she’s lying in my arms wearing a shirt with my last name on it. There’s nothing hotter. And my dick has gotten the message. My hard-on is now pressing into her ass, and I’d be worried, but worst case, I can just pretend I’m asleep if she notices.

After a yawn, I pull her closer and close my eyes again, imagining what it would be like to act on my desires. Maybe I’ll drift off and dream about it.

Then Kennedy groans and pushes her ass into my rock hard dick. 

My heart stops for a second. Is she awake or asleep? There’s no good way for me to find out without getting handsy—which I won’t ever do. We’re not in a relationship, and I have no idea if she’d be comfortable with me touching her, so beyond where my arm is wrapped around her, I won’t do that. Not wanting to ruin the moment, I relax and let this play out.

She groans again and rolls her perfect ass over my cock.

Don’t thrust your hips.

She whimpers, and I almost lose it.

Then she lets out a breathy “oh” and I actually think she might be awake.

My dick is painfully hard, and if she presses into it again, I’m worried I’ll come. Since I’m only wearing boxers, that would be evident, and I don’t want to make this awkward.

Leaning in toward her, I wrap my arm tighter around her waist. “Kennedy?”

She’s quiet for a moment, then slowly rolls over, blinking.

“Hi.”

“Morning,” I say, voice as thick as my cock which is still pressing against her.

She looks down.

Right at it.

Direct eye contact.