I kneeled down, and started unpacking some things from the picnic basket I had my parents’ personal chef prepare. I’d had it delivered early this morning, right before Kennedy had surprised me with the best non-food breakfast ever. Just thinking about it made me hard.
Kennedy kneeled down beside me, her hands resting on her thighs. She was wearing a strapless peach sundress that ended mid-thigh, and did little to hide the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. “How many people are you planning on feeding?”
I looked at all the plastic containers, wondering if I had maybe gone overboard. I wanted to make sure I had a bit of everything that Kennedy liked, including chocolate covered strawberries, and homemade pumpkin pie.
“It’s just us,” I replied. “I wanted to make sure you had a few options.”
Her green eyes turned pensive, and her mouth lifted into a half-smile that told me she hadn’t been expecting my thoughtfulness.
“You’re too charming for your own good,” she said.
I shrugged, and sat down with my legs stretched out in front of me. “I’ve never had any complaints before.”
Her smile dropped slightly, and I cursed my inability to think before I spoke. I didn’t want to ruin this day, our last perfect day together by making a careless remark about other girls I’d been with. No one exited before Kennedy, and anyone who came after her wouldn’t be able to top her. Not ever.
“I’m sure you haven’t.”
We fell into a slightly awkward silence after that, and I wondered if she was thinking about our fleeting time the same way I was. It was hard not to think about but I hadn’t brought her out here for that. I wanted to have fun, and pretend that we had more time.
The melancholy dissipated as soon as we started eating. I laughed at the sounds Kennedy made, and had her blushing beet red when I said she makes the same sounds when she comes. That earned me a spoonful of mashed potatoes in the face, which only lead to more flying food. I caught Kennedy by the waist and pinned her down so that I could get her sticky with half-eaten strawberries and chocolate, and then lick it off her salty skin. We ended up naked in the lake, her body tangled with mine, our mouths licking and tasting until our skin had pruned.
She pushed my hands away when I tried to help her get her dress back on, and laughed because I attempted to fondle her tits.
“You can’t do that here,” she hissed, the smile on her face so perfect I wanted to photograph it.
“You didn’t seem to mind it in the water,” I retorted, cocking my brow.
“That’s because it was under the water, not out in the open.”
“Worried the security guard will get off on seeing me touching you?” I chuckled.
“Nooooo.” She shook her head, making her wet hair bounce. “I’m not into public sex, but it sounds like you might be.”
I took her hips in my hands, and tugged her to my chest. “I’m into sex with you, whether it’s in a bed, on the kitchen counter, on the floor in your bedroom, in the shower…”
Kennedy slapped my chest. “You’re unbelievable…” she paused. “And we haven’t had sex in the shower.”
“Not yet.” I winked.
We sat back down on the blanket, and Kennedy rested her head in my lap. I pulled my fingers through her hair, committing the silky feeling to memory. As we sat there, with the sun slowly setting, my mind wondered to what it would be like to have this, to have Kennedy, permanently. I thought about what our future looked like, envisioning us living together, buying our first house, her with a swollen belly growing with my baby, and later filling our home with kids of our own. I thought about family dinners, and holidays, and growing old with her. I ignored the pang in my chest knowing it would never happen, and allowed myself the rare chance to dream. I’d never thought about my future in that way before, and I knew it was only because of Kennedy that I wanted it.
It should have scared me, to think about all the things most guys shy away from until later in life, but what really scared me, was the thought that that’s all it was – a dream, a thought.
It was never going to be real. There was too much standing in our way, and I wasn’t sure we’d ever be able to wade through it and find each other at the end of it.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Kennedy
THE HOT WATER cascaded down my body, and my mind drifted over the last few days. It had been a whirlwind of events, one bleeding into the next like a domino effect. Jade, and Reid were due back tomorrow and their impending return only reminded me of what was ending.
I shouldn’t have been so upset, but my chest ached, and my eyes burned. I was going to miss Dane. Fiercely.