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)
“Oh my God.” Kinsley bursts into laughter. I try not to glare at her phone. I won’t be jealous of my own family. I’m happy she’s fitting in, but I can be selfish with her attention. Not to mention, we have to go back to school tomorrow. There are still rumors floating around. I might have to knock them out of a few fuckers.
“What’s so funny?” I ask, tossing her favorite pillow onto the bed. I love seeing her stuff all over. It makes my room feel warmer. Our room.
No one batted an eye when I moved her in. If anything, Nix and Mom were excited and talking about redoing my whole room. Nix has tried before, but I wouldn't let her. I hadn’t seen a point. Now Kinsley can do whatever she wants with the space. As long as her ass is in that bed each night, that’s all I care about.
“Nothing.” She immediately stops laughing. Yeah, Nix invited her to the group chat.
“You talking about the bunker?”
Kinsley’s brows rise a fraction, but she quickly drops them. “Bunker?” She pretends to be confused. Her acting is still terrible. “What are you talking about?” Those plump lips of hers press together, trying not to smile.
“If you say so.” I shake my head.
“I never know if Naomi is joking with her comments or serious. Which only makes it that much funnier.”
“I’m not sure we want to know.” I think my cousin might be a touch of a sociopath if you fall outside of her family.
Eros might be more stoic, but I think he’s all there upstairs. Some might not agree. Out of everyone, Eros spends the most time with Uncle Ronan. It’s been very clear from a young age the kind of role he wants in this family.
“I haven’t heard from Blair.” Kinsley puts her phone down.
“She’s home.”
“I know. Mac told me, but did she tell you she dug into Blair?”
“I’ve dug into Blair.” I’m not sure what she’s getting at.
“No.” Kinsley shakes her head. “She thinks something is up with her. About her past.”
“Her past?” What are they talking about? If I recall correctly, it’s pretty cookie-cutter.
“That it’s not adding up.”
“Blair’s?” Shit, what did I miss?
“She’s not sure. I don’t know. I’m just worried.”
“That she’s not who she seems?”
“No,” Kinsley admits, shaking her head. “I mean, maybe, but for a reason. She’s always been quiet about her home life. Not that I pushed.” Because she didn’t want anyone pushing back.
“Let’s wait and see. Mac is suspicious of most people.” I'm pretty good at reading people, and Blair, even with all the black she wears and weird jokes, means well. If anything, I’d guess she dresses that way to keep people at arm’s length. “Come here.”
Kinsley doesn’t hesitate. She comes right to me, sliding her hands up my chest to around my neck. “This is…” She searches for a word.
“New, you’ll get used to it.” Kinsley nods with a giant smile on her face.
“It’s new and fast, but I don’t want to slow down.” She rises up, and I meet her halfway, pressing my mouth to hers. I groan, my hands going to her ass, and I lift her off her feet, carrying her over to the bed.
I know I tasted her last night and again this morning, but it’s never enough. Kinsley is already tugging at my shirt, as eager as I am. Fuck, I love knowing she needs me as badly as I need her. I quickly ditch my shirt, tossing it on the floor.
“I want to do a little exploring of my own today.” She trails her fingertip down the center of my chest, stopping at the waistband of my pants. Her eyes plead with me to let her have this. My cock hardens even more at the thought of having those pillowy lips of hers wrapped around it. Fuck I could come just thinking about it.
“You want to suck my cock, Bunny?” Her cheeks pinken at my dirty words, making her look even more sexy. I roll us so she is straddling me. I put my hands behind my head, linking my fingers together, trying to appear relaxed.
“Do you want me to?” Her fingers run up and down my chest and then down to my abs.
“I’d let you do anything you want to me, Bunny.”
“You know, I’ve moved in, and now you owe me.” Her finger strokes up and down a three-inch scar on my right side.
“That’s courtesy of Damon. The fucker stabbed me.” Kinsley’s mouth drops open. “He’s not the best with a knife, clearly, or fuck. Maybe I wasn’t good enough at blocking him.”
"Oh my God. But it looks old."
"About three years or so. We all learn to fight. We all learned how to use guns. That one is madness since they're in the house. You don't ever have to use one, but you do have to know how to handle one."