Chapter Twenty-Five - It is instinctive.

Paxton

I won’t lie; I wasn’t sure what to think when I first read Kenna’s last text. I am not needy! No, that is a lie. I can be pretty needy sometimes, but only if I am in a relationship with someone, a real one. Not the casual or hooking-up kind of relationship. But the more I thought about it, I realised she was only messing with me. I usually catch onto these things quickly, but things aren’t normal right now. The changes since I arrived aren’t ones I would ever think would happen.

I knew Kenna would be worried since I hadn’t texted her back. She sent me it over an hour ago.

“I will be back soon. I am going to change.” I say, pausing the game.

“Okay. Don’t take forever, or I will play without you.” Carter chuckles.

“Ten minutes, tops,” I promise.

I wanted to nip in and see Kenna, even for a minute, to help ease her mind. I head upstairs and stop outside her room door, which is closed. I take a deep breath before I walk in, closing the door behind me. I should probably have knocked, but there wasn’t anything she had left to hide from me. I have seen all over her.

She seems to be asleep. The TV is still on, and she has an open book next to her. She must have been tired. I sit on the edge of her bed and gently shake her.

“Dimples, wake up. Only for a minute.” I whisper.

She doesn’t shift. I chuckle and reach down, pressing a kiss to her lips.

She moans softly, “Paxton?”

“Were you expecting someone else?” I laugh.

She opens her eyes and smiles up at me, “Yes. I am waiting for my hot date to climb in my bedroom window.” She giggles.

“Hmm, I may need to ensure the window is closed and locked,” I smirk.

Kenna rolls her eyes at me and slowly sits up, “You do, uh? And what if I don’t want that?”

“I don’t like to share, sweetness.”
Yes, she is messing with me, but it is true: I don’t like sharing.

Kenna raises her brow at me, “So you aren’t only needy but greedy too?”

I laugh loudly, “I am not needy. Greedy, yes.”

“Maybe it is time you learn how to share because I could easily meet someone else and agree to date them.”

She is trying to press my buttons and it is working. I can see she is fighting back a smirk. I climb onto the bed and climb over her, “You could, but if he comes to pick you up here, the date won’t happen, not after he meets not only your protective big brother but me too.”

I inch my lips closer to hers, and she swallows hard.

“You would purposely scare him off?” she whispers.

I nod, “Yes.”

I know we agreed it will only last for the time I am here, and I probably have no right saying to her what I am, but I honestly don’t take well to other people having what is mine. Some things, more so than others.

I don’t give her a chance to say another word because I claim her lips in mine to silence her. She whimpers, not seeming to have any complaints and kisses back. I rest my hand on her cheek and deepen the kiss. Fuck why do her lips always feel incredibly soft and warm. They always taste sweet, too.

I can’t get too carried away since Carter is expecting back downstairs soon. I part from the kiss and kneel. Kenna’s lips curl into a smile, and she reopens her eyes to glance up at me.

“I thought you were mad at me. Maybe mad isn’t the word, but you get what I mean.” She says nervously.

I stroke the hair from her face, “I won’t lie, I was a little put off by the text, but I soon realised you were only messing with me. I am sorry I had you worrying. It is why I came up, sweetness. I knew you would be overthinking.”

“Yes, I was overthinking and just messing with you.” She replies.

“All is okay. For now, I need to go back downstairs before Carter comes up. See you later?” I ask.

She nods, “Yes, I would rather not have him find you in my bedroom. Will you come here, or do you want me to come to you?”

“I will come too once I know Carter is asleep.” I smile.

I kiss her one last time before sneaking out of her room. I changed in my room since I told him that was what I was going to do and returned downstairs to join Carter.

“I was about to start without. Grab two other beers while you are up.” He chuckles.

“Yes, boss.” I tease, grabbing two from the kitchen, and we get back to our game.

I try my best to focus, but I find my mind travelling to thoughts of Kenna, and it makes me smile. What is she doing to me?

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It is not even midnight, and Carter is away to bed since he has work in the morning. I will clean up before I head upstairs. It gives Carter time to fall asleep, and I can see Kenna. She may have fallen back asleep; there is a high chance, but I will wake her up. Nothing needs to happen if she is too tired. We can spend some time together if it is what she wants. Yes, the focus of us is sexual, but it doesn’t mean it needs to always be about it.

Cleaning up doesn’t take long because there isn’t much mess. I grab two bottles of water and snacks in case Kenna is hungry. It is an instinct for me to take food to her. I don’t know if it is because I want to take care of her or because of her issues in the past; either way, I can’t help myself.

I make sure Carter’s lights are off and silence in his room before heading straight for Kenna’s rather than mine. I carefully sneak inside. I am surprised to find her still awake.

“Hey, dimples,” I whisper, climbing into the bed next to her.

“Hey, rockstar.” She snickers.

“Are you hungry? I brought some trail mix and Oreos.”

She shakes her head, “No, I am okay for now.” She smiles.

“I thought you would be asleep.”

“No, I didn’t fall back asleep after you left earlier, so I decided to stay awake until you came.” She smiles.

I smile back and reach in, kissing her softly. Kenna kisses me harder and moves to straddle me. I am a little surprised, but I don’t mind. I grip her hips, and the kiss quickly becomes heated. I love her eagerness, but I need to stop her.

I pull back, breathless. Kenna looks at me, confused.

“I think we should wait a little longer to make sure Carter is in a deep sleep,” I say softly.

“You have a point.” She agrees and goes to climb off my lap.

“Um, where do you think you are going?” I ask, holding her hips tighter.

“But you said we should wait. Do you think that will work if I continue to be this close?” she laughs.

“Hmm, good point. You should probably move because if you are too close, I will lose control, and there will be no waiting.” I say honestly.

She nods, “Exactly.”

Kenna pecks my lips and climbs off my lip, taking the space beside me. I can contain myself for a little while. All will be good if she keeps her hands and lips to herself. If I keep mine to myself.