Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
"Babe, you're killing me here." I groan.
All I have thought about for years is her naked in my bed, my space. Nothing has been harder in my life to fight than not fucking her.
"I'll get dressed." I can't help but watch as she does. I made sure when we got things from her place that I got enough to hold her over. I had put it all away in my closet. Her shit looks damn good next to mine, but I need to get more. I want everything in its place, which is nutty because I enjoy everything in its place, but then again, I enjoy Kinsley all over me and my space, so…
Kinsley finishes getting ready before we head out of my bedroom. She pauses right outside my door.
"So you know. I'm ready whenever."
"What?" Did she really just say that shit to me?
"Letting you know. I'm ready whenever." She starts to walk down the hallway, but I stop her, snagging her by her wrist.
"Be sure," I warn her.
"Are you sure it's us, for like—"
"Forever," I fill in real fucking quick for her. She tilts her head, staring up at me. "I'm that fucking sure."
"Then I'm sure too."
Fuck yes, not only because Kinsley is telling me she wants me inside of her but also because she’s finally getting it.
Kinsley is mine. She’s endgame.
Chapter Twenty-Four
KINSLEY
When we first entered the kitchen, it was only the two of us. Now more and more people are popping up. People shuffling in and out. I have already met most of the family, except for Eros, who is Jax’s oldest brother.
I vaguely remember his face. I must have seen him at some point. I do know that he didn’t go to Golden Prep. I’m not sure why, but not all of the Marino kids go there. That much I know. It’s a big city, and there are lots of fancy schools here and, hell, abroad for that matter, depending on how gifted you are.
“You’re here!” Nix squeals when she enters the kitchen and sees me. I pause with the piece of bacon almost to my mouth. “The coolest rumors are going around about you.” She does this little shake move. “Two Marinos enter a house party, and someone dies, but no one clocks them as the killers. No, they go with you.” Nix laughs. “People are stupid.”
“Can’t argue with that.” I take a bite of my bacon. “But I’m not sure it’s cool that people think I killed someone.”
“You know what really sucks about it?” she asks but keeps going before anyone can answer. “Now they’ll never let me go to a school party if random blondes are just dying at them.”
“Nix, you are not random.” I laugh.
“Ahh.” She pulls her shoulders in, looking up, pretending to be shy. “But it’s still cool. No one will fuck with your man now, or those bitches will end up in ditches.” She singsongs the last part.
Nix is a lot, in the best of ways. She is very animated as she speaks, theatrical. I like it. Adds "pizzazz" to her words honestly.
“Who is she?” Jax pauses at the stove to turn at the sound of the girl's voice. We all do. Standing there eerily still is a delicate girl with the sharpest and brightest blue eyes I have ever seen in my life.
She has her dark brown hair pulled back tight in a bun, but somehow one single curl has broke free. I get the sense she wouldn’t be happy about that single piece of hair. Not when every other detail of her is very put together. With a crisp, buttoned white shirt paired with slacks and boots. It hits me who she must be. The girl appears to be almost an exact replica of her mother except for the cold eyes. No, those belong to War Marino. She’s his oldest.
“Naomi,” Jax says, a hint of a warning in his tone. Her eyes snap from me to him.
“Hey!” Nix jumps back up from where she’d plopped herself down next to me. “We like her.” She stands in front of Naomi, blocking her view. “Gah, I hate when you do your hair this way. We’ve talked about this. Turn around.”
She doesn’t turn around. Nix merely gives another huff, walking around Naomi. I watch as Nix tugs at the hairband in the girl's hair, releasing all those wild curls that match her mother's.
Blair has her whole emo girl thing going, but she cracks jokes and so on. Naomi here doesn't appear anything like a goth girl, but her vibe is dark, like Wednesday Addams. She doesn't rely solely on black. No, her clothes are more functional. Nothing more or less. She doesn’t need a certain look to get across her message.
“Are you good?” Jax asks her, and I’m not sure what is going on.