Total D*ck (Bad Bitch #3) Page 13

  “You asked for a word. I gave you one.”

  Scarlett stopped and turned on her heel. “Kennedy, would you mind waiting for me in the car?” The thin line of her lips coupled with irritated squint of her eyes brooked no argument.

  So, naturally, I argued. “Why? So you can talk to pixel dick?” I chuckled, amused at my own joke.

  Scarlett scowled, though her plump lips formed more of a pout that I wanted to kiss until she was breathless. “Go.”

  “Fine, I’ll be waiting for you. In the car. Where we will ride together. Alone. Back to my house. Where you will stay. With me. All day and night.” I spoke extra loud and brushed past her shoulder.

  “You are the worst,” she said under her breath as I walked by.

  I swung my hand back and smacked her ass for good measure. Her squeak of surprise brought a smile to my face as I strode out the front door and into the sun. She was all mine. She just didn’t know it yet.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Scarlett

  Slamming Kennedy’s car door gave me a twinge of satisfaction.

  He winced. “Hey, watch it! I spent an entire settlement check on this bad boy.”

  “You are such a dick.”

  “What did I do?” He backed out of the driveway, slinging his arm across the back of my seat and leaning into my space to peer behind the car.

  “You have a backup camera.”

  “Can’t trust that.” He smirked, leaning closer to me as he eased into the street.

  “Knock it off.” I crossed my arms over my chest and stared out the window, trying my best to ignore him.

  “What?” We cruised out of Audubon Place and back onto the bumpy side roads.

  “You know what! You can’t treat me like that in front of a client. Now Eric’s going to think that we’re, that, that we’re . . .” I waved my hands around as if that were an adequate stand-in for the word I refused to say.

  “What, that we’re together?” Kennedy had no problem spitting out the word.

  “Yes! That we’re together.”

  “But we are together. For the foreseeable future anyway.”

  “You’re never together with any woman. What happened before, this morning and at the office—that was temporary insanity or something. Stress. I don’t know.”

  “Come on, Scarlett. You know it’s more than that.”

  “I know I’m just another notch on your bedpost.” I tried to disregard how my eyes stung when I said the words. But the way he’d treated me in front of Eric—acting as if I were a plaything to be batted about and gloated over. Dammit. I fought the tears back and calmed my breathing.

  “Scarlett—”

  “Just don’t. Your reputation has preceded you.”

  Kennedy braked and swerved to the curb so fast, I gripped my seat belt and clenched my eyes shut.

  When we stopped, I turned to him. “What the hell—”

  He put his palms on my cheeks and pressed his lips to mine. I tried to lean away, but he kept me still, tilting my head to get every ounce of contact between our mouths. His insistent kiss coupled with the gentleness in his hands melted me and before I knew I’d done it, I parted my lips.

  His tongue swept inside, caressing mine as he slid one hand into my hair. I moaned when he trailed his fingertips down my neck, his touch raising goose bumps along my skin.

  He broke the kiss, but pinned me with his gaze. “Did that feel like a kiss I’d give to just another notch?”

  I shook my head, the butterflies in my chest stealing any speech from me.

  “There’s something about you. About how you make me feel when I’m with you.” He put his hand at my nape, pulling me closer as he ghosted his lips across mine. “I’ve never met a woman like you.”

  I tried to catch my breath. “So you didn’t hate me the first day we met?”

  “Well, yeah, I did.”

  I tried to pull away but he didn’t let up. Would he ever let up?

  “I did. I thought you were a stuck-up jerk from Stone and Porter who thought she could push me around. I didn’t like it.”

  I arched an eyebrow. “Sounds about right.”

  “No, it isn’t.” His eyes were earnest, seeking. “You’re so much more than that. And you were right to doubt me, to challenge me, especially after how I treated you that first day. Now, though, I just need . . . I need you to give me a chance, okay? Can you do that?”

  Could I? Kennedy wasn’t the sort of man I was expected to date. I knew nothing of his family other than who his brothers were, and his reputation was just as bad as or worse than I’d implied. Mother would have an even bigger fit. That last thought warmed me more than it should have.

  “I think I saw a little smile there.” He kissed me lightly and let me go. “I’ll take that as a yes for now. Don’t say anything else. No takesies backsies.”

  Looking past him, I saw Shorty give me an embarrassed wave. Color crept into my cheeks. I’d completely forgotten he was following us.

  “Don’t worry. I’m sure he just took some mental pictures for the spank bank. Nothing serious.”

  I snorted and covered my face with my hands. “You really are the worst.”

  “Oh, you love it.” He pulled into the lane.

  We made our way back to his house in a comfortable silence. The afternoon sun was warm, and the weather was supposed to hold for Mardi Gras. Not that I’d go to the parades. Natives—and especially the Carmichaels—wouldn’t be caught dead reaching out for beads or MoonPies.

  Shorty followed us home, but parked around the corner and out of sight before coming through the back door.

  I kicked my shoes off and arranged them neatly next to the front door. “I think I’m going to take a bath, if you don’t mind.”

  “Sounds great. I’ll scrub your back.” Kennedy flipped his shoes off and left them where they fell.

  “I want to relax.”

  “I’m good at that. Getting you relaxed.” He hugged me from behind and nipped at my ear. “Please?”

  I wanted to say yes, but I needed some time alone to think. Maybe there was some clue I was missing, something to tell me what was going on with the case. And if I were being honest, I wanted to think about him, about what our relationship was. “Next time.”

  “Cock block.” He nipped my ear harder and then patted my ass, shooing me down the hall toward the bedroom. “Can I at least peep at you a little bit? Wait, scratch that. Pretend I didn’t say it. It’ll make it more exciting for me if you don’t know I’m there.”

  Shorty chuckled from the kitchen. A thunk came from the guest bedroom to the right, and I froze.

  “Kennedy,” I whispered, and began backpedaling toward the living room.

  “What?” He sidestepped me when I bumped into him, putting his arm out in a protective motion.

  “I heard something. In the bedroom.”

  “Oh.” He relaxed. “Faye? That you?”

  “Yeah, just trying to make sense of the drawers in here.” She chuckled. “I can tell you did some organizing since I was last here.”

  He charged down the hall. “Don’t you touch the Autobots. If you take them out of the packaging, they lose their value.”

  Kennedy collected toys? I lost it, laughing and following him into the guest room. “Hi, Faye.”

  “Scarlett.” She walked over and hugged me, her gray hair scented with lavender and vanilla. “I hope Kennedy’s been behaving over at your firm. Though, I’ll be honest, it’s been like heaven not having to deal with him the past few days.”

  “I can imagine. And don’t worry, I’ve been keeping him in line.”

  Kennedy ran his fingers along the action figure boxes neatly arranged in the top drawer of the dresser, whispering outlandish names as he went.

  Faye released me and shook her head. “I didn’t touch them. Get your panties out of a wad. I didn’t even want to be here, but Clarence said something about danger and contract killers and cyberterrorists, oh my.”

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sp; “It’s not a joke, Faye.” Kennedy tried on his adult tone.

  “I didn’t say it was a joke. I just said we aren’t in Kansas anymore.”

  Kennedy closed the top drawer, apparently satisfied that his Transformers were intact.

  Faye pulled a bright floral muumuu from her suitcase and draped it across the bed.

  “What is that?” Kennedy pointed. “A parachute?”

  “If I have to stay here, I’m going to be comfortable. I don’t want to hear any lip from you about it. Dragging me over here when my shows are on. How come your brothers just got a warning and I got full-on kidnapped? How is that fair? A load of bull, that’s what this is.” She continued grumbling as I backed out of her room and Kennedy followed.

  “I like her.” I smiled up at him.

  “I like you, too, sugar,” she called.

  Kennedy rolled his shoulders. “Great. It’s a lovefest.”

  “Nobody said they liked you.” Faye closed the door for emphasis.

  He puts his hands on his hips and hung his head. “She’s only been here for five minutes and I want to strangle her. Come on, Carey. Sooner rather than later. Don’t fail me now.”

  “You aren’t fooling me. I know you love her.”

  He peeked from beneath his lashes. “Maybe. But not enough to have to deal with her parachute fashion.”

  “I’m sure it will look lovely on her.”

  Fast as a boob flash on Bourbon Street, he reached out and pulled me to him. “I’d look lovely on you right now.”

  “Kennedy,” I scolded, and pushed against him, but I didn’t try too hard. I was getting used to the feel of him, the way his skin brushed against mine with a singular jolt of heat.

  “How about that joint bath we were talking about? Me and you, scrub-a-dub-dubbing?” He ran his hand down to my ass.

  “You were talking about it. I was saying no and that I wanted to take my bath alone.” I reached back and gripped his wrist before yanking his hand north to my waist.

  “I know.” He lowered his lids, desire written on his face. “But I’m generally pretty persuasive. All those courtroom victories. Countless jury verdicts. So many favorable mediations and arbitrations.” He leaned in closer as he talked.

  “Convincing a jury of twelve with what averages out to an eighth-grade education is markedly different from convincing another lawyer, Counselor.” I let go of his wrist, and he slid it back south.

  “I don’t know about that. I find that one on one, I tend to be even more persuasive.” He kneaded my ass and pressed into me until I had to grip his shoulders for balance. My thighs warmed and my heart kicked into a faster rhythm. “Here.” He lifted me and carried me to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us. “Let me show you.”

  “No.” I groaned and shot a look at the tub as he tossed me down onto the bed.

  “Don’t worry.” He smiled and dropped to his knees. “I’ll be quick and then you can bathe to your heart’s content.”

  I pushed up into a sitting position, but he’d already slid his hands up my thighs and grabbed my panties, pulling them down my legs and tossing them aside.

  “Kennedy . . .”

  He ignored me and spread my legs, his palms firm and insistent against my inner thighs. The scrape of his five o’clock shadow across my skin was like the very first taste of chocolate—heady and almost too much.

  He fastened his mouth on my pussy without warning. I jerked and squirmed, gripping his hair to try to slow him down.

  “Kennedy!”

  “Shh, do you want Faye to hear?” He grinned up at me. “Kinky, Ms. Carmichael.” He dived back onto my wet flesh, his face buried between my thighs.

  “Oh!” I pulled his hair.

  “Too loud.” He breathed across my clit and tsked before leaning over and snatching my panties from the floor. “Open your mouth.”

  My eyes widened as he wadded the pink fabric of my panties into a ball.

  “No, not a chance.” I clamped my lips shut.

  He leaned over me, putting his palm to my chest and pushing me down into the bed. Gripping my hair with one hand, he attacked my neck with his mouth, his teeth grazing my jugular as he sucked and licked. He’d already memorized the spot that turned me into nothing more than a trembling ball of need. I panted and clawed at his shoulders. Before I knew it, he’d stuffed my panties into my open mouth.

  He put a finger to my lips. “Shh.” Then he dropped to his knees again and stabbed his tongue inside me. I moaned, the fabric soaking up the sound. He pushed my thighs farther apart and licked, spreading my lips with his tongue and devouring every last bit of me.

  My nipples jutted through my bra and the fabric of my top, and I couldn’t stop my hips from grinding against him. He slid his hands under my ass and lifted, opening me to him fully and lifting my pussy to his face like a ripe fruit.

  “Show me your tits.” His voice was no longer playful, just sex scraping against metal.

  I gripped the hem of my shirt and pulled it to my neck, then slid the cups of my bra down. My nipples hardened even more in the cool air, and I couldn’t stop staring into Kennedy’s eyes as he sucked on my clit. Tension radiated through my thighs and lower stomach. Tasting myself on my panties only heightened the sensations.

  “Pinch your nipples.” He grazed his teeth along my folds, teasing me.

  I cupped my breasts and moved to the tight buds, rolling them between my thumbs and index fingers. Tingles of pleasure skittered along my nerve endings, mixing with the waves of warmth Kennedy’s tongue evoked between my thighs.

  He sank two fingers inside me, and I arched my back.

  “Fuck yes.” He fastened his lips around my clit and sucked at the same pace set by his fingers, a luscious in-and-out that had my hips making small, matching movements.

  When he ran his teeth along the tight nub of nerves, I spread wider, my heels in the air. His fingers rubbed my spot as his tongue flicked fast and hard. I couldn’t take a breath, everything in my body locked on to what he was doing to me.

  I was so close when he pulled his fingers out and backed off from my clit, teasing it with his tongue.

  “Kennedy,” I moaned into the wadded panties, and it came out in a muffled garble.

  He dipped lower, sinking his tongue inside me as his fingers slid lower. Was he about to—?

  “Fuck!”

  He ran his wet fingers around the puckered skin of my asshole and I squirmed, surprised by how good it felt.

  “I know you like it,” he murmured against me, and stroked his fingers back and forth. He took my clit between his lips again, the brief reprieve over.

  Pressing against my tight hole, he slid his fingertip inside me and sank his thumb into my pussy. He sucked my clit and pressed his mouth to me. I balled his duvet in my fists as he eased his finger farther into my ass and kept fucking me with his thumb.

  When he pulled his finger out to the edge and then sank it deeper, all the tension in my body burst and a flood of delicious pleasure covered me. I came on a muffled scream, my pussy convulsing around his thumb as I gripped the duvet and saw starbursts haze at the edges of my vision.

  I rode the current of release as wave after wave crashed over me until I was gone, all the pleasure wrung from me like water from a washcloth. I settled back into the bed and yanked my panties from my mouth. I took in a huge breath and shuddered as I came down from the high.

  He eased his fingers from me and sat back on his knees, a self-satisfied smile on his face.

  I dropped my head back and just stared at the ceiling, wondering if I would ever come that hard again in my life. Seemed impossible.

  He walked to the bathroom. The water flipped on as he washed up, and then he returned and lay on his side next to me.

  Brushing his fingers along my still-hard nipple, he said, “You can take a bath now, if you want.”

  I turned my head toward him, my breathing slowed but my heart still thumping. “You’re a dick.”

  H
e faked surprise, raising his eyebrows comically high. “Me? I just gave you what I must say was a momentous orgasm.” He shook his hand, as if my pussy had injured his thumb. “So I don’t quite see how I’m a dick in this situation.”

  “You put my panties in my mouth.” I tried not to smile, but it didn’t work all the way.

  “I know. I’ll do it again, too, screamer.”

  “I am not a screamer,” I hissed.

  “I think you are. But only for me.” He tweaked my nipple, and I slapped his hand away.

  I scooted down the bed, intent on finally taking my bath, when I saw the rod in his pants pushing against his zipper. We’ll just see which one of us is the screamer.

  I sat at the edge of the bed and reached out to run the heel of my palm down his shaft.

  He groaned low in his throat. I stood and stripped, taking my time pulling my shirt over my head and unfastening my bra. I peeked over my shoulder, and his eyes were locked on me, his hands working to unzip his pants. Then I took my skirt to the floor, slowly bending over at the waist as I did it.

  “Scarlett, you could kill a man with that.” He’d pulled out his cock, stroking himself as he watched me undress. His eyes were wild, roving my body, and his hair was still sticking up in every direction from where I’d run my fingers through it earlier.

  I turned and faced him before dropping to my knees.

  “Oh my God.” He sat up and moved to the end of the bed. “Really? Are you sure?”

  “Who knew?” I scooted in between his legs and eyed his thick length. I breathed across the tip, and his head fell back as he tangled one hand in my hair.

  “Wh-What do you mean ‘Who knew’?”

  “I mean, ‘Who knew Kennedy Granade was a gentleman?’”

  He returned his gaze to me. “I like to think everyone knows that I’m a—”

  I licked the wet tip of his cock, gripped the base, and took him as deeply into my mouth as I could.

  “Holy fuck fuck fuck shit.” Kennedy put both hands in my hair, his fingers clenching close to my scalp.

  I pulled the tip out to my lips and smiled up at him. “Shh, do you want Faye to hear?”

  “You little—”

  I took him to the back of my throat again and his vitriol was interrupted by a groan. He surged into me with his hips and I backed off a little to keep from gagging. Licking the bottom of his shaft, I strengthened my grip around his base and began working my mouth and my hand in tandem.