Before Sunrise (21 page)

“
Hello, beautiful.” He
touched the side of her face. “I have missed you.”

“
Hello, handsome. I have
missed you, too.”

“
Show me this
boathouse.”

Kennedy made sure the door was locked and
secure. She took his hand and walked him around the colonial-style
house with its low-trimmed hedges. The drive from the street to the
front door of her parents’ home was a quarter-mile stretch. Most of
the view was blocked by tall elm trees, but Mrs. Rogers next door
had all-seeing eyes, so she needed to get him away from the door,
quick. Around the back of the four-car garage was a laid brick
sidewalk. It led off between the trees. She noticed the way Liam
eyed her dad’s classic convertible Jaguar, the one he’d restored
himself. “Wanna check it out?”

“
No,” Liam said
softly.

“
You like cars?”

“
I can fix a few. When I get
settled, I’m gonna get me a 1967 Pontiac GTO and hook it
up.”

“
That’s cool.” She wondered
what a GTO looked like.

Together, they circled the garage and headed
toward the man-made lake. Seven other homes shared the same
tranquil waters. It felt cooler to the back of the property as wind
blew in and shook the branches heavy with autumn leaves.

“
This is pretty nice, rich
girl,” said Liam.

“
It’s okay, I guess.” She
went to the door of the boathouse and sighed with relief to find it
open. They went inside. Kennedy sneezed at the dusty, stale air. It
wasn’t the season for boating. Her father’s speedboat was
half-covered by a blue-green tarp. Liam lifted the edge a bit to
peek in at the sleek machine. Kennedy, however, went toward a door
to the back, a small room with more windows than walls. Inside,
there was a really comfortable dark blue futon, a portable TV, and
a mini-fridge. Her dad would sometimes come out here and watch the
game and drink his beers so her mother wouldn’t bother
him.

She stooped before the fridge and got Liam
two Heinekens. As he walked around, she turned to him and
smiled.

“
Alone at last,” Liam
said.

“
Here.” She handed off the
beer and kept one for herself.

Liam had to laugh to himself. She was his
girl all right; at times, she knew his needs before he did. The
beer would hit the spot, knock out his bad case of nerves. Even now
he wondered how random his luck was to let a treasure such as her
blow into his path. Young, beautiful, rich, the kind of girl back
home that not only ignored a guy like him but he avoided like the
plague. He took both beers out of her hands and she pouted. He sat
down and set the cool bottles to the floor. “Come here, Kay.”

Kennedy stood there with his jacket on and
her arms crossed. “Why can’t I have a beer with you?”

“
You know why. Fuck, Kay,
I’ve already corrupted you. Think I’m gonna make it worse by giving
you something to drink so your folks can come back and smell it on
you? Nope, we need to be careful, babe.”

She rolled her eyes. “You said you didn’t
care about my age, but you keep bringing it up.”

“
It’s too late to care, is
what I said. I want to protect you. Promise me you won’t drink
anything unless you are with me. In fact, promise me that you won’t
hit any of those parties with Sierra if I’m not there.”

Kennedy’s eyes sparkled with love. “You are
so jealous.”

“
Come here,
girl.”

She removed his jacket and turned, leaning
over provocatively to toss it behind her. He stared at her legs,
letting his eyes climb to the hem of her skirt. His focus became
singular. He wished he could see her round ass under that skirt.
Her body alone had ruined him for all other women. Even so, maybe
he wouldn’t feel like such a cradle-robber if she were closer to
turning eighteen. He wished he’d known that before she cast her
spell on him, which had him driving 100 miles an hour each weekend
to creep around Connecticut just to be with her.

When she turned around, he let his gaze
linger on the heart-shaped bodice that cupped her breasts sweetly.
She was so feminine. That was another thing about Kennedy he loved.
Most girls wore tight jeans and cut-off shirts showing their navels
to the front and the crack of their asses to the back. Not Kay. Her
dresses were like something out of the fifties, with those flared
skirts that dropped from her curvy hips. He loved how fresh and
ladylike she always appeared.

He’d seen her every weekend since they’d
met. One of those weekend visits consisted of only two hours at the
mall before Sierra had to take her back home. Still, nothing
prevented him from making the drive or spending most nights talking
to her on the phone until they fell asleep. So yes, he sexed her
each chance he got. How the fuck else was he going to make it
through the week?

“
Come here.”

Kennedy sashayed over, exaggerating the
swing of her hips to tease him. He held his hand out to her and she
was a good girl, taking it, then straddling his lap. He loved it
when she did that, her sweet breath in his face and the heat of her
sex over his subdued cock. He cupped her neck, lifting her chin
with his thumb to study her. “You didn’t wear any panties, did
you?”

“
No, Liam, you don’t like me
to,” she teased. “Besides, you keep stealing them.”

He sighed. He dropped his head back on the
soft futon cushion as he rubbed her slender neck. “Kay, I think
I….”

He started to say the words, but again they
lodged in his throat. Did she know how crazy he was for her? She’d
confessed her love for him two days after they’d hooked up. He
didn’t believe her at first. But it was hard to keep from not
believing in anything Kennedy said. She had become the only light
of love in his life. Liam wasn’t usually one to admit his fears,
but he did fear what it would do to him if he told her and she
didn’t truly feel the same.

Kennedy batted long, dark lashes over
hazel-brown eyes and he lost his nerve. He reminded himself that
she was young and he was her first. It was possible he was no more
than a crush. She probably loved him the same way she loved roller
coasters, her designer Gucci purse, and her Usher poster. First
love would make a girl like Kennedy see stars and butterflies
around a guy one minute, then sober her up to recognize he’s just
another loser the next.

There loomed an even bigger concern for
Liam. What kind of future could they really have? She belonged to a
world where you had four-car garages and a boathouse. The pad he
had back in Chicago with his mother was a two-bedroom apartment.
Mackenzie, his little sister, had the smallest room and he had the
sofa bed in the living room. He’d traded it for Heath’s sofa in
Newark. His life was shit.

“
What is it,
Liam?”

“
Just sitting here thinking
how special you are.”

“
But you were going to say
something.”

He pulled her neck forward. He licked her
bottom lip. “I want to fuck you,” he said.

She giggled and threw her
arms around him. Her eager tongue darted into his mouth with swift,
quick strokes that made his groin tight. She rolled her sweet hips
on top, something she knew he liked. Liam sucked in a deep breath,
running his hands up her thighs, then under her dress. Her skin
felt so soft. He found himself constantly squeezing and licking,
sometimes biting parts of her. He had to touch her, see her tits
bounce and ass jiggle, get buried deep. He eased his hand over her
silky pubes to the plump lips of her sex. He rubbed her clit until
he felt it swell against the pad of his finger and she moaned
against his lips. Kennedy lifted on her knees to grant him better
access. Liam took the liberty to slip two fingers into her
cunt.
Damn
.
Damn
.
Damn
. Each time he went there he
found her tight and ready with wet heat.

“
In my shirt pocket,
beautiful,” he said between kisses.

Kennedy reached inside and removed the
condom, but it dropped from her small hand when he quickened his
finger action, thrusting both in and out until her ass shook and
her thighs quivered through her impending release. She bit down on
her bottom lip and her response drove him crazy. Face to face, he
saw her eyes roll and re-focus as he pumped her channel with his
finger. She then dropped her head to his shoulder and bounced in
the palm of his hand. Her whole body was racked with deep
shudders.

“
That’s right babe, come for
me. I got you. Come for me.”

“
Li-iam it-it-it feeels sooo
good.” She gasped and wheezed as she let go.

Liam relaxed his hand. He picked up the
condom as Kennedy eased down to his knees and fumbled with his belt
and zipper. Her nails scraped his cock when she drew it out and he
hissed in a breath at the sting. But Liam liked her urgency. She
was insatiable. The more he explored sex with her the more ravenous
her appetite became. There’d always been a little adventure to it.
Because sex had to be done in some clandestine spot not their own,
neither of them wasted a moment.

“
I’ll do it.” She took the
condom. She covered the round head of his cock with the rubber cap
then rolled it down his ramrod-straight shaft. “I’m good at this
now, huh?” she grinned.

Liam smiled. He didn’t speak. Kennedy lifted
to her knees, hiking her skirt so high he got a glimpse of her
tender pussy, before she let the fabric fall and cover them both.
She rubbed her slit over his dick, then parted the lips to receive
him. Bracing her free hand against his shoulder, she got higher on
her knees. She hovered a bit, angling her hips, then pressed down.
Slowly, Kennedy began her descent. Tight heat gripped him.

“
Yes!” Liam shot his hips up
for more. “So good, Kay. You’re right, babe, it’s so fucking
good.”

Liam observed the look on her face as she
began to move. The whites of her eyes disappeared behind her
fluttering lashes. Her soft, full lips parted. She had no idea how
beautiful she was. She clenched her buttocks and pumped her hips
and her channel squeezed his cock. He sat up and she pushed him
down. Both her hands were pressed flat to his chest and she
continued to move. She let her head fall back to reveal the slender
perfection of her neck. Draped around it was a floating heart on a
thin gold chain. It rested at the crease between her pert breasts.
She said her father gave it to her and told him the meaning. He
vowed to give her things, beautiful things one day, and cherish
her.

Liam gripped her ass, squeezed both halves,
forcing her to go faster. He sat up to lick the tender skin of her
throat, suck on her pulse without leaving a mark. Kennedy was his.
He’d be damned if any other man on this planet ever sampled the
sweet, pure love he found in her arms.

Liam lost all sense of control. He could
barely take it, thrusting hard enough to send pleasure all the way
to his knees. She killed him with her lap dance, never breaking
rhythm. She just kept giving him more, over and over until his head
swam and the room became hazy. “Slow down, Kay. Mmm, babe, gimme a
minute.”

She eased up for a second, long enough to
give him a wicked grin, and then she started loving him again.

Liam groaned.

He wanted to punish her ass, but first, he
planned to enjoy their union just a little more. He flicked his
tongue at her golden floating heart, tipped his head down to suck
the tops of her breasts. Her nails dug into his shoulders. She was
open for him.

Liam took hold of her hips and directed her
so she could take all of him in deep thrusts. Her head dropped
forward, her forehead touching his as she did so. The need to bust
a nut wound so tight in his groin he could feel himself begin to
shudder. “Get up babe. Turn around,” he stammered.

She lifted from his cock and he nearly wept
over the separation. She gathered her skirt around her hips and
turned to reveal her round ass. She backed toward him and he aided
her in straddling his lap from the opposite direction. He was in
her again with a single thrust and this time it was her turn to cry
out. Liam sat up. He pushed down on her back and Kennedy pitched
forward. He held her skirt so he could watch her nicely shaped ass
moving on his lap. Liam reclined again, lifting his hips as she
fell on his shaft. He watched himself slip in and out and was
turned on even more by the contrast of their skin. It made him wild
as a mad dog. He nearly started to howl, it felt and looked so
good. She didn’t miss a beat. “Kay, girl. You kill me, babe.”

Gloriously tight, wet, he found her both
soft and accommodating, Liam struggled to make it last. Kennedy
gripped his knees; she fell forward between his parted legs to give
him full access. Holding on to her side, he pressed his other hand
to the small of her back to keep her in place. It would now be
Liam’s turn to shudder and grunt, pumping his release into the
reservoir of the condom. Dazed, he thought about how much he wanted
to rip it off and come all over her ass, then inside her again.
Fuck, he needed more.

“
Ah, Liam, can you help me
up?”

“
Shit. Sorry, babe.” He
pulled her back and held her, cupping both her breasts through the
thin fabric of her dress. Kay remained with him semi-erect, still
buried inside her. She rested against his chest, panting. He waited
until he could feel her heartbeat stabilize under his hands. “Babe,
let me get out the bed.”

“
Okay,” she said, slowly
coming off him. He held to the rim of the condom, keeping her safe.
Kennedy found tissues to clean herself, then gave him some to
deposit the condom in before she buried it and the wrapper at the
bottom of the trash. He rose, pulling up his pants. He fumbled at
the bottom of the futon and unlatched it.