Page 56 of Complete Me
“Would you like to read?”
She perks up, the mood lightens, and that spark of hope in my chest gets a little brighter.
“You have books here?”
“I may have had someone smuggle some in for me.”
Her smile fills her face, and I feel like I just won a million fucking dollars. I would do anything to see her smile like that every damn day. It nearly takes my breath away.
“Jesus, you’re so beautiful, Kinsey.”
“You need to get your eyes checked, big guy.”
“I’m seeing everything perfectly clear for the first time in a long time,” I whisper against her forehead before sealing my lips right under her hairline.
“Read to me?”
“I suppose it’s only fair after making you read to me, isn’t it?”
“I couldn’t agree more. What are my options?”
I reach over and grab the bag that I left on the nightstand next to me, dumping out four romance novels that Rolo got from his old lady for us. I told them they were for Kinsey, and he didn’t ask any more questions. I’m not going to hide anything, but I don’t need to give those assholes any more fuel to rag on me.
“You feeling regency, Mafia, small town, or rom-com?”
“Did you just say rom-com?”
“Romantic comedy. That’s what it is.”
“It sounded so silly coming from your mouth, Reid. Your voice is so raspy and deep, and you’re this gigantic, burly guy,” she laughs, and I’d say I’m winning right now.
“You’re a brat, you know that? Rom-com it is then.”
Kinsey snuggles back into my chest with a smile on her face as I open the book and start to read. We lay there for hours, until my voice was practically hoarse, but I would have read therest of the week if it would make her happy. Once she had fallen asleep again, I pulled myself away from her to find Chaos and my brothers. I’ve been putting off checking in because the storm I feel brewing is a full-blown hurricane nearing our front steps. I expect Sawyer to pull through for us and get the information we need to take the Iron Wolves down for good, but now I need to break it to Chaos that we’ll have an extra pair of hands with us when we do.
I don’t like the idea of Sawyer coming with us, but I respect it and won’t stop him. Nothing could have kept me from going after Lena’s murderers, and even though Kinsey is still breathing, they still took her, they harmed her, shook the very foundation of everything she knew and trusted. I’ve got my work cut out for me to make sure she feels safe again.
CHAPTER 15
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Two days goby with the same routine. She sleeps the majority of the day and night and only wakes when I rouse her to force her to eat and drink. We’ve read the books we got from Rolo’s old lady, and I’ve returned them and asked for more. I love reading them to her, even if the sex scenes have started to affect me. Something about holding my woman in my arms while reading those words makes me harder than steel. I haven’t acted on any of it, and I wouldn’t until I know she’s ready, but fuck, it’s killing me.
She still won’t open up about her time there, and I’m starting to spiral. I talked to Stitch about getting her checked out, but I’m terrified to bring it up to Kinsey. We sleep next to each other every night, and I know I can’t ever go back to not having my woman in my bed. But today, I’ve had enough. She needs to talk; it’s the only way she’s going to process everything.
“Morning, sweetheart.”
“Morning. What is that amazing smell?”
I sit down next to her in bed as she shuffles to sit up. She’s still wearing one of my large shirts, even thoughshe’s showered once more since that first night. The hem rides up high on her thighs as she scoots backward to rest against the headboard, and I can’t fight the urge to track the bare expanse of her silky, bare skin. Fuck, I want to touch her so badly, bring her pleasure, joy, take her mind off everything haunting her. I want to show her that life is worth living.
“See something you like, big guy?”
I allow myself a slow perusal of her body as I lift my eyes to meet hers. She’s got a sexy smirk on her face that I haven’t seen in a while, her eyebrow arched in question. She’s proud of herself for catching me checking her out, but I’m not going to be ashamed. She’s mine.
“Very much so, sweetheart.”
“Hmm. So you say.”
