Page 64 of Complete Me
“Charming bunch,” Kinsey whispers to me once we’re out of earshot.
“Malice means well, he’s just slightly unhinged sometimes.”
Sin is sitting at the bar with Rolo as we walk into the house, and I feel the moment Kinsey registers who he is, her body stiffening, her steps faltering.
“Oh god.”
“It’s fine, baby.”
“I didn’t know. How did I not know this about you, Reid?” She looks up at me with panic brewing behind her eyes, and my heart stutters.
“I’ve kept this part of my life separate for almost ten years. I’ll explain it all to you. I promise.”
Boys whistle and hoot as Kinsey and I walk further into the room, joining the two at the bar. A new prospect is slinging drinks behind it and nods his head to me in a hello, not making eye contact with Kinsey. Good. He may survive to patch in after all.
“Finally left the bedroom, kitten. It’s good to see you.”
My hand moves quickly, slapping the back of Rhys’ head hard, forcing his teeth to clatter against the rim of the beer that was on its way to his mouth.
“Fuck, buddy, calm down! You almost knocked my teeth out!”
Kinsey giggles next to me before speaking up. “Serves you right. Now don’t call me a kitten again or I’ll make you actually lose those teeth next time.”
A collective “ohh!” roars around us, and I bend down, grabbing Kinsey around the waist and hauling her off her toes to be eye level with me.
“Fuck, you’re incredible,” I tell her before I claim her mouth with my own in front of everyone. I worship her lips like I have the right to, like she’s the only thing that matters. Kinsey is panting when I finally release her and set her back down on her feet, her eyes heavily lidded and lust-filled, a goofy grin on her face. God damn I could eat her alive. Something I plan to do as soon as I get her back alone in my room.
“Kins, you’ve already met this asshole. This other one is Rolo.”
“Hi, Kinsey.”
“Hey. Which one of you is the president?”
I chuckle softly as they both smile at her. “Neither of ’em, baby. They’d run the club into the ground if they were in charge.”
“He’s being a dick, kitten. I’m the VP,” Sin says slyly. Kinsey rolls her eyes at him.
“Of course you are. Always second best?”
“Better than last.” Rhys gives her a look that almost makes me slam his head down onto the bar top, so instead of breaking my brother’s face, I decide it’s probably time for us to headupstairs, but before I can do that, Rolo speaks up, making my spine stiffen.
“You gonna see her while you’re here?” I know it’s an innocent question because he knows I always go there first and I clearly haven’t been up there yet, but it pisses me off because I haven’t explained anything to Kinsey yet.
Kinsey’s blue eyes flash up to me, but she doesn’t look a bit jealous, more curious and confused. Anyone else would have heard the word ‘her’ in relation to another person and gotten jealous, a line of questioning to inevitably follow. But not Kinsey Hayes.
“Yeah, I’ll see her when I’m ready,” I snap, harder than I mean to.
I usher Kinsey to the back of the house toward the stairs, ready to get her alone.
“You’ll meet my prez later, his name is Chaos, and you’ll know it’s him when you see him.” She just nods her little head in agreement, never the one to question me on much.
My hands are all over her as we walk up the stairs and down the hallway to my old bedroom. I haven’t spent a night in this place in years because being here dredges up too many painful memories. But being forced to stay here with Kinsey has given me new memories, and being around my club brothers more than I typically am when I pop in for church once a week has reminded me how much I do love them all. We’re a family—with somewhat violent tendencies and fucked-up relationships—but we still live and die for each other, and that means something.
I never wanted these two lives to intersect, but now I’m wondering if I can’t have both openly, be Reid and Rogue. Hiding one part of me in the shadows only brought my demons straight to my front step.
I kick the door shut behind us, quickly flicking the lock.The tension and desire in the room rises, and there’s no fighting that we both feel it. Now that I’ve touched Kinsey’s body, now that I’ve tasted her lips, it’s all I can think about. Kinsey walks further into the room, the only sound our heavy breathing and her soft footfalls. But I want to fill it with her moans of pleasure, her heavy pants, my name on her lips as I make her come and come and come.
My hand curls around the soft skin of her bare forearm, spinning us around and hauling her body up to my level. I swallow Kinsey’s surprised gasp with a short kiss. Strong, lithe legs wrap around my waist, pressing her against the back of the door, my hand holding the soft curve of her ass, her crystal-blue eyes blown wide, burning with hunger.
