Page 41 of Finding Kenna
Kenna tilted her head as she stared at him. “Oh?”
“Yeah. I want you, Kenna. I don’t think that’s any surprise,” he said, nodding down his body toward his erect cock. She hadn’t missed it but was trying to do the polite thing by not staring.
“But I also want to spend more time with you before rushing our physical relationship.”
Aaaaand, there he went again, being considerate and irresistible. “Tell me something negative about you,” she blurted.
Marshall smiled as if he could read her mind. “I drink straight from the carton. Milk, orange juice, soda…you name it,” he said without hesitation. “You?”
Kenna smiled. That was gross, but she could probably live with it. It wasn’t as if they weren’t swapping spit already. “I hate doing dishes and usually let them pile up until I literally can’t do anything in the sink, so I have to give in and do them.”
“I have a dishwasher,” he told her.
“La-dee-da,” she singsonged.
Marshall laughed. “You ready to go?” he asked.
Kenna nodded.
“Okay, I’ll push to help you get out.”
Kenna was used to getting out of the beanbag, so it wasn’t an issue for her. Of course she copped a feel while she did it, just because she could.
Marshall smirked, but didn’t call her on her boldness. He held up a hand.
Kenna grabbed it and, between the two of them, got him out of the super-squishy seat. He stood and shook his head. “I probably need to admit another annoying thing about me,” he said.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I can fall asleep anywhere, at any time. Usually within like five minutes. In that thing?” he said with a shake of his head. “It would probably be under two.”
Kenna liked the thought of him sleeping while she puttered around her apartment. It seemed cozy. “I’m sure you’ve learned to fall asleep anywhere because of your job. Assuming when you need sleep, you grab it where you can. I can handle that. But the real question is…do you snore?”
“No,” he said with a completely straight face, but Kenna saw something in his eyes that made her think he was lying.
“I wouldn’t think snoring would be safe in your profession.”
“It’s not,” Marshall said. “Which is why when I start, one of my teammates kicks me until I roll over and stop.”
Kenna laughed. “Noted. Kick the man when he snores.” The second she said it, she thought about what that would mean. That they were together in the same bed. And of course, that made some pretty carnal thoughts run through her head. Again.
“Right. On that note, we really need to go. That all you need for today?” he asked, nodding toward a large bag on the floor.
“Yeah, I packed an extra towel, just in case, and I’ve got plenty of snacks and cash. I have no idea if the beach will have a bar or food truck parked nearby or anything, but I don’t want to risk leaving to get lunch or something to drink in case we can’t get back in.”
“You gonna tell me where we’re going yet?” Marshall asked as he lifted her bag over his shoulder and put his other hand on the small of her back to lead her to the door.
“Nope,” Kenna said with a grin. “It’s a secret. But trust me, it’s swanky and posh, and the beach looks amazing from what I’ve seen online.”
“Do you have a plan for getting us on the beach?” Marshall asked.
“Yup. I’m a professional at this.”
“You ever been kicked off a property before?”
“Of course,” Kenna told him. “Probably fifty percent of the time. But the ones where I’ve been able to stay under the radar have been so worth it.”
“Right, then let’s get this show on the road. Because I’m super curious about this beach adorned with golden sand and mermaids and perfect snorkeling.”
