Page 26 of Ruthless

“Don’t give a fuck who brought you, Ken. You’re leaving with me.”

“Boy, you’re bossy.” She shakes her head, but I don’t miss the way her face lights up hearing me call her by her nickname.

“And don’t you forget it.” I lean down and press another kiss to her lips. Now that I’ve started, I can’t seem to stop.

Kennedy and I lock eyes but don’t move. Neither one of us are ready to break our connection just yet.

“Now!” Connor slams his fist against the door again, reminding me that the cockblocker is why we stopped in the first place, and I make a mental note to pay him back for this later.

“We should go. Otherwise, he’ll come in here.” Kennedy squirms against me, causing her stomach to brush against my groin. The second she feels how hard I still am, she freezes. A flush creeps back along her cheeks, and I’m second-guessing on telling Connor to fuck off.

I could give two shits if he walks in and finds us like this, but I know she does, and that is the only reason I comply with the bastard’s demand. Kennedy keeps her gaze planted on the floor, and I can already feel the distance creeping back in between us. The woman who let me fuck her mouth with my tongue disappears before me. She’s pulling away and retreating inside her head. It’s a move I’m all too familiar with. One I can understand. It doesn’t mean I like it. She fidgets one last time and moves to walk away, but I grab her wrist and slip her wedding ring back on her finger before she can.

“Don’t take it off again.” My voice brooks no argument. I’m still pissed that I found it on the chair when I walked in.

The muscles in her neck contract as she swallows at my demand, but the beast inside me is still not appeased.

“I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

The tip of my finger traces along her bottom lip, the same one that is swollen and ripe like a mouthwatering treat from the way I devoured her, and I can’t resist. I kiss her one last time, sucking that same lip into my mouth, and it takes everything I have not to strip her bare right here and spread her out over one of the benches so I can feast on her pussy. But I don’t. Once I start, I don’t plan on stopping there.

I let Kennedy take the lead as I readjust my aching dick before we head toward the door. Connor is smirking at me over her shoulder when she opens it, but I keep my face blank. My thoughts are none of his fucking business. Then he looks at his sister, and that grin is all wiped away. Good. Payback’s a bitch.

Kennedy walks back out to where the girls and that fucker Dalian are. I make to follow her, but Connor puts his arm out, blocking my way.

I glance at his arm before meeting his gaze. “Problem?” My arms cross over my chest, and I wait him out.

A muscle tics in the side of his jaw, but he gives nothing away. We’re too much alike in that sense. He’s like a stick of dynamite, and I’m the match. This has been coming since he clocked me in the face. While we have spoken since that night, it’s been short, clipped conversations only about Kennedy. This is the first time it’s just the two of us up close like this, and he’s not missing the chance to get in my face. Considering I just made progress with his sister, the last thing I want to do is beat his ass, but I will if he pushes me far enough.

“You have no idea what you’ve done.” There’s no missing his ominous tone.

“Then explain it to me.” I cock my head to the side and study him. Eyes hard, face blank, but there’s no mistaking the hint of something more hidden behind his blank expression. After all, like recognizes like.

He opens his mouth but hesitates for a brief moment, and just when I think he’s gonna explain, he clamps his mouth shut and shakes his head.

I don’t have time for this shit. I knock his hand out of my way and head off in search of Kennedy. My eyes zero in on her without even trying. She’s standing with the girls and that asswipe Dalian, but at least she’s not geared up to do any fighting this time. I want to take her out of here and continue what happened a few moments ago in the locker room, but something tells me that wouldn’t go over well. Instead, I do my best to ignore the ache building in my balls and go in search of my brothers.

Asher and Axel are sitting in the chairs off to the side of the mats. Asher has Lily in his lap, but he doesn’t look any happier than I am to be here watching this shit. Axel, on the other hand, looks right at home. He has his legs stretched out in front of him and a bag of popcorn in his lap. I take the empty seat between the two of them and tamp down my urge to steal Kennedy away from here.

Connor walks back over to where they are but glares at me the entire way. If he’s trying to sink under my skin by getting between us, then he’s fucking with the wrong man.

“What’s his problem?” Axel asks, shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

“Nothing.” I’m not getting into it right now because Axel can’t keep his mouth shut for shit.

Asher shoots me a look but doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t have to. His body language says it all. He picked up on Connor’s indifference too.

Connor places Kelsey and Charlee across from each other on the mat. At the same time, Kennedy motions with her hand for them to do something. Both of them nod and assume the proper stance. They put their hands up, protecting their faces and square off. I lean back deeper against the back of my chair, watching Kennedy do her thing.

When Connor yells, “Fight,” they begin sparring.

It’s not full contact, which I’m sure is the only reason Asher hasn’t shoved his fist down Connor’s throat. Axel’s the complete opposite. He’s thriving on seeing his woman up there.

Thanks to Asher, Charlee’s had more practice, so she’s quicker at making contact, but Kelsey is still managing to hold her own. They stumble around the mat for the first few rounds but become more comfortable with each passing second and both begin to hold their own.

“That’s so hot,” Axel grunts, keeping his eyes on Kelsey and then shifts his attention onto me. “Too bad you sidelined Short Stack. I’d love to see what she can do.”

I keep my gaze on the girls, ignoring him. He’s digging in, trying to get a rise out of me, but I know my little brother well enough not to act on it. It doesn’t mean he’s not working on my last fucking nerve.

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