Betrayal - The Matlock Pack: Book Two

Chapter 23 - Kennedy

Friday 19 February

~*Kennedy*~

Earlier…

“Just do the world a favour and go back to where you came from. Or better yet, go and kill yourself. The world would be a better place without the likes of you in it.”

My ears pricked up at the vile words being spoken around the corner from where I was waiting for Kelly to reappear. We had just finished watching a movie and, just like always, Kelly had had to make a mad dash to the bathroom as soon as the credits started rolling.

I swear, the man had a bladder the size of a grain of sand.

It was one of those rare instances where we were both free at the same time, so we’d decided to have a date night. Dinner, movie, maybe a make-out session at the nearest look-out point. It had been ages since we’d had a night all to ourselves, and I was determined to show my man a good time.

That didn’t stop my protective instincts from kicking in when I overheard the venomous words being spat on the other side of the barrier that I was currently standing next to.

“You think you can just run to your midget boyfriend for protection?”

I scowled when I realised I recognised the voice. Nolan. He had barely made it through to the Warrior Training course because of his complete and utter disregard for any authority figures, and from what I’d heard from Casey, he was still causing trouble.

“So, it’s only in wolf form that you have balls?”

And now I knew who he was talking to. Nat. The f*****g nerve of this kid.

“Sorry, love. There was a line. You know what it’s like when a movie finishes,” Kelly said as he approached me.

I put my finger to my lips, then pointed to my ear and the barrier still separating us from Nolan and Nat. Kelly immediately stilled and tilted his head to listen in.

“f*****g knew it.”

“Leave it, Mac. It’s just Nolan from training. He’s still salty that he can’t beat me in sparring.”

I raised an eyebrow at Kelly and mouthed the name ‘Mac?’ at him. He shrugged. We both knew Mac, but we couldn’t figure out why he’d be involved in this spat between Nat and Nolan.

“Hm. He does look like he’s filled with piss and vinegar, doesn’t he? Does he live in a fish and chip shop by chance?”

I covered my mouth to stifle the laugh that was now threatening to expose us as the eavesdroppers we so obviously were. I watched Kelly do the same. We both nodded in appreciation of Mac’s words. It was a clever comeback.

“You little fuck.”

Okay, this was getting out of hand now. Time to shut it down. I glanced at Kelly to see if he was on the same page, and he nodded.

“What right do you have—”

“Oh, I think they have every right after the s**t I’ve just heard you spout,” I said as I walked around the barrier with Kelly right on my heels. I glared at Nolan. It was beyond obvious that he hadn’t expected to be caught out on his behaviour like this and was wavering between his lingering feelings of wanting to intimidate and bully Nat and Mac, and sheer embarrassment for being discovered.

I swallowed the amusement I felt at seeing him flounder like a fish out of water before he gave up and turned tail to flee.

“I’ll talk to Casey on your behalf then, shall I, Nolan?” I called out, finally allowing my smile to appear. Serves the arrogant bastard right.

“You okay, guys?” Kelly asked the teenagers still standing in front of us.

I scanned the queue to see if there was anyone else that we needed to be aware of. I wouldn’t put it past Nolan to have lackeys still hanging around.

“Yeah, I think so. This is nothing I’m not used to,” Nat said, a hint of sadness creeping into her voice.

I winced. Casey had told me and Takeshi about how difficult Nat had been finding her new reality and how her fellow trainees had been treating her. Hearing about it from a third party was one thing; hearing it directly from the person in question was something else entirely. It hit hard.

“Might have been an unfamiliar experience for you, though. Are you okay?”

I watched her focus on Mac with concern. And was there affection there as well? Hm. Looked like she was moving on from Bells. Interesting. I wondered if Casey knew about that. I’d have to ask him about it later.

“I’m fine. Gives me a chance to work on my comebacks. There’s usually so few opportunities. You still want to tackle the movie?” Mac pulled Nat closer to him. The way he looked at her reminded me of the way Bells looked at her during Camp. He had it bad.

Good for her. She needed something to go right in her life after the last few months.

“Actually Mac, if it’s all the same to you, can we call it a night? I feel like I’ve lost my appetite for watching a movie.”

“Of course.” Mac immediately left the queue without a second thought, motioning Nat to join him.

“Did you drive here?” I asked. If they had taken public transport, Kelly and I were going to have to stay with them to make sure Nolan didn’t start up with them again while they waited for the bus.

They nodded.

Good. “We’ll walk you out. I don’t trust Nolan not to try something.” I glanced at Kelly for confirmation, but I needn’t have bothered. He was on the same wavelength as me. It’s what made us work so well together.

“Thanks Kennedy; Kelly.”

I nodded, as did Kelly. We followed them out to their car, keeping an eye out for Nolan, but thankfully he was nowhere to be seen. We waved them off and headed for our own car.

“I’m going to have to talk to Casey about that i***t,” I grumbled, scuffing the toes of my shoes on the bitumen as we walked. “He needs to be brought in line. How are they supposed to work together as Warriors if they can’t work together as Trainees?”

Kelly let out a huff. “We’ve seen this sort of thing before. You know what will happen. He’ll either fall into line by the end of this year or he’ll drop out.” He took my hand and squeezed it. “And if he doesn’t, I’ll sort him out when he comes to work for me.”

I grinned, let go of his hand, and wrapped my arm around his shoulders to bring him into my side for a hug and a kiss. I knew how hard Kelly was on his Warriors. He was Lead Sentry because he was the best and he expected the best out of everyone he worked with. He was right. If Nolan somehow made it through the two-year training course and was still as much of a prick as he was being now, it was only a matter of time before Kelly got him into shape.

Either that or he’d end up dead within a year. There was no middle ground when it came to the Borderlands.

The catchy tune of Blinding Lights by The Weeknd filled the night air.

“No…” I groaned and pulled away from him as he pulled his phone from his pocket with a guilty expression.

“Sorry, love. You know I have to take this.” To his credit, he did look awfully sorry about that fact.

“Yeah, yeah,” I said, waving him away as he answered the phone. I knew I was being petty, but it was our date night. We didn’t get to have many, and they were precious.

That being said, I couldn’t hate on him having to answer the call. The Borderlands crew would only call him on his night off if it was something urgent. Something must have happened.

We made it to the car while he talked. I let myself in to the driver’s side and rested my chin on my crossed arms on the open window while I watched him wander the carpark surrounding us.

“Don’t do anything until I get there. I’m leaving now.” He hung up and sighed, a look of resignation swamping his features. “Sorry babe. Duty calls.”

I nodded reluctantly, then bobbed my head to the passenger side. “Come on then. I’ll drive us back to the pack house, then you can be on your way.”

He got in the car, and we were on the move within seconds.

So much for date night.

~~~

It was past four in the morning when he eventually came home.

Kelly was trying desperately to remain quiet as he moved around the entry and kitchen of the apartment so he wouldn’t wake me up, but it made no difference. I never slept well when he was called in outside of his usual hours. One ear would always be waiting for the unmistakable sound of the front door opening. Tonight had been no different.

I rolled onto my side so I could see the light glowing under the bedroom door and his shadow flick past every so often as he moved. I listened as he took his shoes off near the door, then moved to the kitchen to open the fridge door to get something out. There went the cutlery drawer, and that quiet snick was one of the cupboard doors opening and shutting as he got a plate or cup out.

Once the microwave started, I knew he wasn’t going to be coming to bed anytime soon. Typically, he would grab a drink before heading for a shower. Whatever had happened tonight must have been bad enough to have him scrambling for comfort food and not wait for breakfast.

I got out of bed, padded to the kitchen, and leaned against the wall to watch him staring at the microwave as it counted the seconds down. I knew he’d stop the counter a second before it finished so the beeping wouldn’t wake me up. It was something he’d always done for as long as I could remember.

I crossed my arms over my bare chest and studied his posture as the smell of sticky date pudding filled the air. He angled his head down, looking somewhere between the floor and the microwave that was at eye level opposite him, so his mind was still on whatever he’d been called in to fix. Leaning back against the kitchen bench, his right hand was placed on the edge to help him spring off the island when the microwave was close to finishing. He held a spoon in his mouth with his left hand, so he’d already been in the ice cream, which was further evidenced by the tub still sitting open on the bench next to him.

Whatever had happened obviously still troubled him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked him quietly over the hum of the microwave.

His head shot up and looked towards me with a guilty expression. “I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to wake you.” Now that I could see his face, I could see how utterly exhausted he looked.

I made my way over to where he stood and stopped when I was right in front of him, not caring if I was blocking his view of the microwave. It’d beep when it was done. I crowded him against the kitchen bench, trying to get as close as I could to him. Resting my hands on his hips, I shuffled his feet apart so I could stand between them. I was a man on a mission—get his mind off whatever it was that was troubling him any way I could.

He removed the metal spoon from his mouth and raised an eyebrow at my antics. He let the hand holding the spoon drop to the kitchen bench on the other side to awkwardly grip the edge and not drop the spoon. “You know, the microwave is going to start beeping any second now,” he whispered, his voice already sounding husky. He knew what I was doing.

Good. My plan was working.

I leaned forward so my lips brushed against his ears. “Let it beep.” I thrust my swiftly hardening c**k against his unfortunately still clad groin.

He let out a soft sigh as his head rested against mine. “You know I’m hungry, right?” There was amusement in his tone.

I nipped his ear, making him groan. “So am I.” My hands gripped his hips one last time before they started wandering. I lifted his shirt from his pants, before bringing my hands forward to work on the buttons, slowly making my way up from the bottom to the top, one button at a time. “You have too many clothes on.”

He let out a low chuckle I could feel reverberate against my torso. “What are you going to do about that?” he whispered into my ear, the heat from his breath tickling my ear.

I smiled against his ear, kissing the lobe. “What do you want me to do about that?”

The microwave took that precise moment to beep its completion.

I growled when he went to move out from in front of me. “Let it beep,” I repeated, more forcefully than earlier, pushing him back into the edge of the kitchen bench with my hips against his.

He stilled before me, letting his head lean into mine even further with a moan. I heard the spoon clatter on the bench before I felt his hand wrap around the back of my neck, drawing me into him. His lips pressed against mine with a need I hadn’t felt for a while. His free hand curled around my waist and gripped my arse, massaging it through my boxers and forcing me even closer.

I could feel his c**k rub against my own as he ground his hips into me. He mewled when I pulled away from his lips, his eyes hooded with desire. “Too many clothes.” I pushed his shirt off him, threw it to the side, and leaned back to look at his magnificent body. “You’re so beautiful…” I murmured in awe, my hands drifting over each ridge on his clearly defined abs.

His breath hitched as my fingers ran lightly over his n*****s, making them pebble. I leaned forward and ran my tongue over one, then the other. He pushed his chest out to me, his hand wrapping around my head to hold me closer. I took the hint and sucked, earning a low growl in response. My hands dropped to his pants, working on the clasp to free his c**k as my mouth worked its way down his torso, licking, sucking, and nibbling each plane of muscle.

I could feel his breath coming hard and fast as I eased his pants and boxers down, letting him spring free of the confines of his clothes. I grabbed his cheeks as I went, massaging them briefly before I moved on. Shuffling his pants from side to side, I lowered both myself and them to the floor and coaxed him to step out of them, his hands moving back to the edge of the kitchen bench to grip with whitened knuckles.

I stayed kneeling in front of him, eyeing his c**k as it pointed skywards, the tip glistening with pre-c*m. My chest rumbled in pleasure as I saw how ready he was for my mouth. I wasted no time at all, leaning forward to delicately dart my tongue out to taste him, my hands bracing against his thighs to hold me steady. My eyes rose to meet his as my tongue flicked out again and again, running around the glans before I opened my lips more so I could suck the head into my mouth.

He was watching me, his teeth pressing into his bottom lip when I gently pulled him further into my mouth, using nothing but suction and my tongue. My hands slid up to the tops of his thighs, my thumbs pressing against his groin, before one went up and over his hip to grip his arse, while the other lightly caressed his scrotum, making his c**k jump in my mouth.

He let out a hiss as I pulled him forward, forcing his c**k further into my mouth. One of his hands dropped to my head, cradling the back of it as I bobbed my head up and down. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked the tip of his c**k ever further into my mouth until it hit my throat. He groaned as I swallowed around him, his body rocking back and forth in time with my suction.

I eased my mouth back, letting my hand grip his shaft as I continued guiding his movements with my other hand. Working his length with my hand, I moved my lips along the vein until I nudged up against his balls. I licked, then sucked one into my mouth, rolling it gently around in the way I knew that he liked.

“f**k…” Kelly moaned, tugging at my hair to pull me away from him. “Stop, baby. I’m gonna come if you keep that up and I want to feel you inside me first.”

I released him and slowly stood up, my hands lightly caressing his sides as I rose. “You want my hard c**k inside that tight little arse of yours?” I murmured, my lips drifting over his.

He groaned. “f**k, yes. I want it so bad.” He pushed my boxers down, freeing my twitching c**k from its fabric prison.

As I stepped out of my boxers, I lifted him onto the kitchen bench, pulling him forward so he was balanced right on the very edge. I held him there as I thrust my groin against his, our shafts gliding against each other, creating a delicious friction. I raised my right hand and placed my index and middle finger against his bottom lip.

“Suck,” I ordered. “Make me wet.”

He wasted no time in licking my fingers, making them drip with his saliva. Once they were sufficiently moistened, I dropped them to his rectum, pressing against the rim to soak and stretch it in readiness for me.

“This is what you want?” I asked, pressing and probing with my damp fingers, my lips dragging along the edge of his chin. “What you need?”

“Uh huh,” he panted, his hands on my waist pulling me forward.

My fingers left him to find my c**k and once I had it, I guided it to him, pressing it just against his access point. I felt myself quiver in anticipation of entering him. “Relax for me, baby.” As soon as I felt him breathe out, I pushed forward, letting out a groan as he enveloped me.

“Oh, Goddess…” His eyes rolled up as I entered him. I felt his fingernails drag up my back as his legs embraced my waist, pulling me closer.

I gripped his hips and thrusted, slowly forward an inch, then back a little, one ring of muscle at a time. On and on I rocked until I was fully seated, my balls resting against the skin of his cheeks. I paused for a moment to catch my breath and feel his c**k twinge against my abs.

“f**k me, baby,” he begged, his breaths coming thick and fast. “f**k me hard. Make me scream…”

“Anything you say, baby.” I kissed him deeply once before letting my forehead rest on his. “Hold on.”

I waited until I felt him lock his ankles around me before I started moving in earnest. The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room as I drilled into him, driving my c**k into him harder and harder each time I thrust forward, searching for that sweet spot.

I let go of his hip with my right hand, bringing my palm to my mouth to lick it, before diving between us to find his c**k. I gripped it hard, running my hand along his length, and flicking just a little right near the head. With every pass of my palm, I thrust into him, making him groan again and again, louder and louder with every drive.

“Come for me, baby. I want to feel you come.” His legs squeezed around my waist even harder as he quivered at my words. I leaned against his ear to whisper to him. “Scream for me.”

His entire body tensed, and he roared as he came, his c**k throbbing uncontrollably as stream after stream of c*m jetted out to coat both his torso and mine. I felt his muscles clench my c**k as he orgasmed, which pulled my own climax from me. We both groaned as I stilled inside him and pulse after pulse of c*m erupted from me.

We held onto each other as we tried to catch our breath. I nibbled his earlobe, which made him chuckle, his body shaking against mine.

“I love you, Kelly,” I murmured, resting my cheek against his. “So much.”

“I love you, too, baby,” he whispered, holding me close. “Forever and always.”

“Forever and always.” I pressed against him to kiss him, then pulled back slightly. “Lean back for me?”

He grinned and held onto my arms as he gently stretched himself back onto the bench, letting his legs go limp around me.

I eased out of him and hummed in pleasure when I saw my c*m dribble out of him.

“You’re such a weirdo,” he said, teasing me lovingly, his hand caressing my cheek.

“I know what I like.” I grinned, but smacked his thigh. “You know what I like.”

“That I do,” he chuckled. “You’re mine, and I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

“And you’re mine.” I leaned down over him to give him a long, hard kiss before I pulled away to find a fresh washcloth. After I wet it, I cleaned us both and helped him sit up again.

“Can I have my food now?” he asked cheekily, looking pointedly at the microwave and the now probably melted tub of ice cream still sitting on the bench next to us.

I snorted. “If you must.”

He hopped off the bench, put his boxers back on and got the pudding out of the microwave, placed it on the plate he’d removed from the cupboard earlier and poured some of the ice cream over it, before returning the tub to the freezer.

I pulled my own boxers back on as he ate, then grabbed his clothes and took them to the laundry, returning to clean the bench. “You never did answer me before.”

He removed his spoon from his mouth and looked at me with a c****d eyebrow. “Amontwha?”

I laughed as I cleaned. “Wanna try that again?”

He swallowed his mouthful. “About what?”

“About tonight. Did you want to talk about it?”

He licked his spoon and sighed. “Not particularly, but you’ll hear about it from Takeshi later today.”

I paused and looked at him. “What happened?”

He took a deep breath and set the spoon and plate in the sink, then braced himself. “Perdy was killed in a skirmish about an hour before they called me.”

I closed my eyes as I deflated. “Oh, honey. I’m so sorry.”

Perdy was a veteran Warrior and knew what she was doing. If she’d been killed, chances were high that she’d gone down fighting and there was nothing anyone could have done to save her. Even so, Kelly would take it as a personal failing. Every time we lost a Warrior, he would spend days and days going over every single possible thing he could have done differently that would have prevented the death.

This one would be no different. No wonder he’d been so tense when he’d come home.

I left the cleaning and embraced him from behind, holding him close to me so he could feel as much love as humanly possible. He brought his hands up to hold my arms against his chest and leaned his head against mine, letting out a soft, sad sigh.

“Come on, sweetheart.” I nudged him towards the bedroom. “Let’s leave everything for tomorrow and go to bed.”

His shoulders slumped, but he went without argument.

I settled him into bed and made sure he was comfortable, before climbing in behind him. I wrapped my arms around him and nuzzled into his neck.

“Kennedy?” he asked quietly.

“Yes, my love?”

He rolled over in my arms to face me. “Make me forget.” He lifted a hand to my chest and let his fingertips rest lightly over my heart. “I need to forget everything. Just for one night.”

“Anything for you, baby.” I kissed him slowly and sweetly, already feeling my c**k rise to the occasion. “Anything at all. Forever and always.”