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My mouth gapes open, and there’s nothing I can do but own it. These two men are gorgeous. Sexy. Reid would never touch me, but this one? I would climb him like a tree . . . if I knew how.
CHAPTER 4
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I don’t likethe way Kinsey is looking at Rhys, and something inside me roars to life, wanting to shut this down before it’s begun. And it has nothing to do with the fact that she’s my best friend’s sister. I can’t explain it, but having Kinsey in my space is different from any of the other female friends I have.She’s different.I’ve always chalked it up to the fact that I’m projecting big brother behavior because that’s how I would treat Lena. But based on how my cock stirs behind my jeans every time she walks into a room, I’d wager that is most definitely not the goddamn reason.
Rhys is the only member of Hell’s Heathens who’s welcome to visit me in Aspen Ridge, and it’s because he’s willing to come as Rhys and not Sin. He leaves his cut at home, drives down here in his truck, and we get to hang out as two people instead of members of the club. He knows I toe this line of separation, and it’s worked well for me for almost a decade. I’m not about to ruin it now. Reid and Rogue are going to stay two different people with two different lives for as long as I can help it.
When I look away from Kinsey, I see red, my hands clenching into fists. I warned him outside that she was in here and that he needed to be on his best behavior, but I should have known better. Kinsey is gorgeous and behaves like she has no fuckin’ clue just how pretty she is. In my thirty-two years on Earth, I can say I’ve never met a woman as beautiful as she. It’s difficult to look at her without the breath leaving my lungs, and I’m not stupid enough to notice that she has the same effect on every other male that meets her.
Her hair is light brown with bright blonde highlights placed throughout. Right now, she has it piled on top of her head in an untamed, messy bun that showcases her sexy, delicate neck and the beautiful features of her face. I know Rhys sees exactly what I do.
Kinsey Hayes is fucking perfect.
I know I’m walking on a tightrope by telling her I’d think about tattooing her. Her brothers don’t want her to get one, but I think that’s bullshit. She’s a big girl, and if she wants permanent ink on her body, that’s her call. The truth of it is that, regardless of where she wants it placed, I don’t know if I could handle being so close to her, touching her. I’ve never looked at a client as anything more than flesh and meat, but I’m so attracted to Kinsey that my body wouldn’t be able to separate the client fromher.
Rhys is clearly affected as his eyes look her over appreciatively. I turn my body to the side, driving my elbow into his gut as I do, hoping he pulls his shit together. Before I can make the introductions I don’t fuckin’ want to make, Rhys sticks his hand out in her direction, her petite hand dwarfed in his paw.
“I’m Rhys, Reid’s brother. You are?”
I rub my hand over the back of my neck, cracking it from side to side, pressure building at the top of my spine. Fuckin’ hell, now she’s gonna ask questions I can’t answer. Asshole.
“Brother?”
“It’s complicated,” I interject, shrugging it off before Rhys can speak up. I really should be setting up for the tattoo, but I’m not leaving these two together. Not with the way he’s holding her little hand in his, his thumb swiping back and forth across the smooth skin on the top.
Wrath bubbles to the surface. He shouldn’t be touching her, she’s too fuckin’ good for him, for all of us. Plus, she’s extremely off-limits. Sawyer would kill me if someone I knew got close to her.If I got close to her.
“You gonna give me your name, kitten?”
Kinsey removes her hand quickly, as if she was burned, and I brace, wanting to know what the hell he just did. I’ll kill him if he just hurt her, and Rhys knows it. Before I can question him, Kinsey speaks up, her voice strong and full of venom.
“You really gonna call me kitten when you know nothing about me? Nice first impression,” she says with that fierce Hayes attitude she’s perfected. I smile proudly at her.
Give him shit, sweetheart. He deserves it and can take it.
“Ooo. She’s got claws, Reid, just like a little?—”
“Don’t fuckin’ say it,” she snaps, and he chuckles under his breath.
Kinsey’s eyes are no longer doe-eyed and glassy, they’re squinted into slits as she glares at him. I laugh under my breath, slapping the back of my hand into his stomach.
“Quit messin’ with her, dumbass. Sit your ass on the table.”
Rhys moves to remove his shirt, and I slap him again, knocking his hands out of the way.
“What are you doin’, brother?”
“Changed my mind, let’s finish my chest today,” he says while giving Kinsey a wink.
“She doesn’t want to see your fuckin’ chest, quit being an idiot,” I tell him before giving Kins my full attention. “Don’tmind him, he’s harmless”—an image of Rhys straddling a man and beating him with his fists until his face was unrecognizable flashes through my mind—“most of the time. Rhys, this is Kinsey. Show her some respect.”
“Kinsey, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m just messin’ around.”
“Mhmm,” she hums, her lips pursed together as her tiny figure sits in the big chair comfortably. She looks so fuckin’ cute in her lounge clothes, hair piled on the top of her head, face free of makeup, like she doesn’t have a care in the world. Rhys clears his throat, which pulls me from staring at her. I feel like an asshole because I’m usually so good about keeping my actions and expressions in check, and I just lost myself admiring how beautiful she is.
Kinsey is a temptation I don’t need.
