Page 81 of Complete Me
CHAPTER 22
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I wasn’tsure what bringing Kinsey down here tonight would look like, but the party is tamer than I remember them being. Could be because we’re on lockdown right now, or maybe everyone’s just chilled out some.
Kinsey chats with Rhys like they’re old friends, and I’m torn with how I feel about how comfortable they are with each other. This is probably exactly how Sawyer felt with me and Ivy. Something about the girl made me feel like I had known her forever, and while I’m convinced my past has made me super aware of the broken pieces in women, I saw hers immediately and wanted to fix it.
Rhys is similar to me in that regard, and if Kinsey is making a new friend, I want to respect that. This is what she’s been craving after all, something outside of Aspen Ridge, to meet new people from different walks of life. I trust Rhys, and I want Kinsey to make friends.
“Wanna dance, kitten?”
Never mind. I’m goingto kill him.
“You wanna die, Rhys?” Kinsey threatens, making me relax slightly. She’s got this. I’ve got to let her fight her own battles; I’ll just be behind her when she needs me.
“Your boy won’t kill me. Hurt me? Probably. But, nah, he doesn’t want to bury a brother.”
“Who said anything about him?”
Fuck, I love this woman.
Rhys is asking for trouble with the way he’s been flirting with Kinsey. He’d be blind not to be attracted to her, but I know he’s doing it to get a rise out of me, and it’s not a line he would ever cross.
I adjust her body so her fine, perky ass is sitting right on my rock-hard dick. She wiggles slightly, pushing back harder against it, making me groan. I know I told her I had grown out of having public sex, but fuck if I’m not tempted to lift her skirt just enough to slip inside her tight little hole. Don’t even need to fuck her. Just want to be inside her at all times. I still can’t believe this perfect woman is mine. Mine to love on. Mine to protect and comfort. Mine to support and encourage. Mine to fuck and dirty up. And fuck if she doesn’t like me to have my way with her.
I lean my head down and bite the lobe of her ear as she slides her ass back and forth again.
“Keep rubbing that ass against me, I’ll be fuckin’ it later.”
She turns her face, looking up at me, an image of pure innocence as she bats her pretty, long lashes at me, feigning cluelessness.
“Don’t tempt me with a good time, big guy.”
My fingers move to the bottom hem of her jean skirt, slowly starting to lift the back of it. We both know she doesn’t have any panties here since I ripped the only pair, so she’d be sitting right on my lap, bare assed.
“Or maybe I’ll just fuck you right here on this barstool. Let every brother and woman here know exactly who you belong to,” I whisper.
She has the audacity to challenge me, raising her eyebrows, her lips turning up in a sexy-as-fuck smirk. She doesn’t stop me as I lift the back of the denim so half her ass is out. My hands stay along the sides of her thighs so no one can see how far it’s hiked up—not that anyone would give two shits. Hell, a few guys are already fucking some of the patch bunnies right now.
Her focus goes back to Rhys and the prospect slinging drinks, while mine is focused solely on her. I can’t believe she’s mine. Every few minutes, she rocks her ass against my hard dick, reminding me who’s calling the shots right now, but I’ve had enough of her games. My cock throbs against her ass, leaking precum into my jeans.
“Let’s go for a ride.”
“Steal me away, Reid Knight.”
“I’m gonna do more than steal you, Kins. I’m gonna devour this pussy that’s leaking all over me.”
“It is not,” she argues.
I pop her up off me, slipping her skirt back down over her ass. She turns quickly, looking down at my crotch, her eyes going wide, mouth dropping open into a pretty little ‘o’ as she looks at the visible wet spot darkening the denim fabric. It’s sexy as hell and makes my dick throb with growing need to be deep inside her again.
“What do you call that then, sweetheart?”
“Serves you right. Your big dick was rubbing against me.”
“Baby, you know how hot it is that you’re dripping for me? I’ll wear it proudly. Now, let’s get out of here before I fuck you for all to see.”
Kinsey lets me drag her out of the clubhouse and to the sideof the building, where we parked the bike. The night is dark, the moon low, casting just enough light to see where we’re going. I snatch her up by her waist, wrapping her legs around mine as I straddle my bike. Voices carry from the people outside on the deck, alerting us to how close we are to others. We’re shrouded in enough darkness that no one could see anything if they walked around the corner, but I’m not letting that stop me now.
