Page 36 of Complete Me
It got exceptionally worse when she didn’t realize she hadn’t disconnected our phone call. I don’t knowwhy I waited for her to do it. I can’t explain why I stayed on the line after I heard her rustling around, her heavy breathing, her hushed gasps and moans. No part of me thought someone was in there with her. I know it was me who worked her up, who made her pussy wet and desperate. I’m the man who made her so hot and bothered that she had to give in to the desire to touch herself.
I pulled out my heavy cock and jerked it to images of her. I imagined her legs spread open in front of me, standing above her and pleasuring myself watching her dainty fingers spread open her lips and swirl around her clit. I fucked my fist and could imagine it so clearly. Her little pussy weeping, so pink and ripe, desperate to be played with.
But when she came? It was my name on her tongue. My name she yelled out as her orgasm took her under. She was fucking herself tome.That’s what took me over the edge and made me spill into my palm. My name on her lips.
Sawyer’s hand connects with my back in a friendly smack. Fuck.
I need to get my shit together.
“Hey, man, come have a seat,” Sawyer says, and I don’t necessarily like his tone. If he’s somehow found out about the time I’ve been spending with Kinsey, or that I’ve tattooed her, I’d rather the confrontation be in private. Not in front of Kinsey and Ivy. I wouldn’t deny it, and I’d have to tell him how I feel about her. But I’m not really down to ruin my friendship with my best friend without having a conversation with Kinsey first and knowing she’s on board. Fuck, am I really even considering this right now? He would kill me. She may be attracted to me and want me sexually, but that doesn’t mean she wants a relationship.
I take a seat on their couch and wipe my sweaty palms against my thighs. It’s then that my second life catches up with me, and a bucket of ice water is dumped on my head. Theletters H.H. on my two middle fingers on each hand are reflected back at me. There’s no fucking way I’d make Kinsey mine. I’m a goddamn Hell’s Heathen. What I want doesn’t matter. I won’t jeopardize her for anything.
In fact, I need to start putting some space between us so she doesn’t continue to get the wrong idea. I know she can tell how she affects me; I haven’t been doing a damn good job at hiding it. But that needs to change. I don’t deserve someone as good and kind as Kinsey Hayes. I don’t deserve anyone. A life with me would be a life spent always looking over your shoulder, always wondering. That’s why only one of my brothers has taken an old lady. He made her his legal wife not long after, but I’m not him. I won’t risk it. Not after what happened with Lena.
“Hey, Drogo, you want anything to drink?” Ivy asks me. “You know I mean water or soda or coffee. I know you don’t drink alcohol.”
“You don’t?” Kinsey interjects.
“Nope.”
“Hmm.” She shrugs, never one to press for more information. God, I appreciate that woman so much.
Sawyer takes a seat in a chair across from me, Ivy walking into the room and bypassing him to sit on the couch. Sawyer’s hands reach out quickly, grabbing her by the hips and hauling her right off the floor and onto his lap.
“Where are you goin’, butterfly?”
“To sit down so we can talk!”
“Your seat is right here.”
Kinsey walks farther into the room with Grace, taking a seat on the other side of the couch from me, and I’m grateful Sawyer pulled Ivy onto him. If he hadn’t, it would have forced Kinsey to be right up next to me in the middle. It’s bad enough she’s within eyesight, that I can smell her.
Get your shit together, man. You can’t fucking have her, and the reason why is currently staring you right in the fucking face.
“Alright, before my brother mauls you and puts another baby in you, what’s up?”
“We’ve got something to ask you two, and we wanted to ask you privately before we let everyone else know,” Ivy says, fairly ominously.
“Oooookay?” Kinsey stutters.
“Even though we aren’t religious, after my parents’ unexpected death, we want to make sure we make plans just in case.”
“What are you saying?” I question, my heart in my fucking throat.
“That we don’t believe in the term godparents, per se, but if something were to happen to both of us, we want you two to take over raising Gracie.”
“Us?” I stammer.
“I know it seems weird because you two are obviously not a married couple, but we wanted to pick the two best people we know, and that’s you two.”
“I’m sorry, what?” I ask, still confused.
“You okay, man?” Sawyer asks, looking at me with concern.
“Yeah, just, you have three brothers.”
“I have four. I picked one of them to raise my daughter if I were to die.”
