Page 121 of Faking Forever
Smith dropped an open-mouthed kiss in the vulnerablenape of her neck, and then proceed to show her exactly how much he wanted her.
Dummieeeees!
Kenny groaned, every muscle in her body aching. All the bones too. She was sprawled half on top of Smith, one thigh squeezed between his, her arm draped across his neck. He was hard again, throbbing insistently against her thigh.
Insatiable bastard. They’d made love three times last night and this thing was still happily throbbing away against her like it could easily go another round or four.
Dummieeeees! Dummieeeees!
Dummieeeees!
“What the fuckisthat?” Smith croaked. His forearm went up to cover his eyes. “Make it stop, for God’s sake.”
Her phone started ringing. A more ominous tune than the stridentdummieeeees.
He lifted his arm to slant her an incredulous look.
“Is that the ‘Imperial March?’” he asked in disbelief.
“My father’s ringtone,” she admitted.
He burst into laughter and dropped his head back onto the pillow, arm over his eyes. “That’s so fucking perfect,” he snorted.
Then he stilled and lifted his arm again.
“Wait, if that’s your dad, then the other one…?”
“Uh, it’s the tone for my group chat with my brothers.”
This time his laughter was loud and unrestrained.
“I love it,” he finally said, on a breathless whoop, his thumb and forefinger swiping over his eyes to wipe away errant tears of laughter. “Do they know?”
“No. And you’renotto tell them,” she warned.
“But Kenna,it’spriceless.”
“Smith.”
He chuckled again, a deep, breathless sound that came straight from his belly and swung an arm around the shoulders to hug her. He pressed a kiss on top of her head just as The “Imperial March” swelled portentously from her phone again.
“Why hell are the more irritating Hawthornes blowing up your phone this morning?” he asked, smothering a yawn.
Kenny moaned as she realized exactly why her brothers and father were all trying to reach her at the same time.
“They must have seen the video.”
“Them and every other nosy fucker on the face of the earth,” Smith grumbled.
Kenny pushed herself up and reached for her phone on the nightstand.
“Wait, you’re not going to answer that, are you?”
The incredulity in his voice made her pause in the act of silencing the phone to stare at him.
“Why wouldn’t I?” She had no intention of answering her father’s call, but the disbelief on Smith’s face made her curious to know whyhedidn’t want her to.
“Kenna,” he began, voice and face as serious as a heart attack. “I absolutely draw the line at having your father and brothers in bed with us.”
