Page 18 of Complete Me
“Already beat dickhead here to a pulp, now he’s making himself feel better by taking it out on Kins. Can’t let his ego get too bruised,” he replies loud enough for Dallas to hear.
“Shut the fuck up, shithead! You wanna go again?” Dallas yells.
The distraction gives Kinsey the opening she needed, and she throws a punch. It lands true, directly on the left side of Dallas’ face, splitting his lip, blood pooling immediately.
“Take that, you dumb fucker!” Kinsey whoops. I can’t help but smile watching her. She’s good on her feet, and she takes everything Dallas has thrown at her without so much as a wince. Fuck, she’s amazing. “Damn, that felt good! I should get in here more often with you, Dal. That was cathartic!”
An image of Kinsey on the back of my bike flashes in my mind unwarranted, and I wonder what else would make her feel good. Sawyer laughs from next to me, pulling me from my thoughts and making me feel like shit. He’d bury my ass if he knew how attracted I was to his sister, how dirty my thoughts have been—especially lately—but worst of all, how my cold, dead heart stirs to life and beats when she’s near.
“You got me, Blaire’s gonna love this shiner. I’ll wear it proudly.”
“Good one, Kins!” Sawyer shouts.
“Come on, big brother, you next?” she asks Sawyer, who shakes his head.
“Nah, gotta get home to Ivy and Grace. Been away from them too long.”
“It’s been an hour!” she counters, walking up to us at the ropes. Dallas climbs out, and Kinsey’s shoulders deflate.
“You’re both leaving?”
“Wives call, baby sis!” Dallas shouts back to her.
“She’s not your wife yet, you big idiot.”
Dallas whips around and points at Kinsey. “Hey, Blaire is my wife in every way that matters.”
“Does she know that?” Sawyer asks, poking at him.
“Oh, she knows,” Dallas replies, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Gross, Dallas Hayes! I don’t want any ideas of what you two do in your free time.”
“Love you, sis, you were amazing in there, proud of you,” Sawyer praises her.
“You made me work for it, Kins, I may put on a good show, but you’re tough as shit when you want to be,” Dallas adds, making a gorgeous, bright smile fill her face at their praise.
“Love you, too, you big oofs.” Kins moves to climb out, but I make an offer I’m sure to fuckin’ regret.
“You wanna fight some more?”
Sawyer pats my chest and looks back at his sister, offering an apologetic smile and then laughing with Dallas as they walk away.
“You’d get in here with me? Heard you’re picky about who you spar with.”
“I am. So, you want to or not?”
Her resulting smile is so fuckin’ pretty.
“Get in here, big guy.”
Damn there are definitely some places I’d like to get into, sweetheart. If you only knew.
I put on some gloves, not bothering to wrap up my wrists, knowing I have no plans to strike her. I could never hurt her, never hurt any innocent female. Climbing into the ring, I don’t know what the hell I’m expecting, but it sure as hell isn’t where my thoughts have gone—tangled with Kinsey on the mat, her legs spread, and my face buried in her pussy.
I shake my head, willing my cock to calm the hell down. For the most part, I’ve always been in complete control of my desires, but this newly developed one about Kinsey? My mind seems to be fighting me on what’s right and wrong. And Kinsey Hayes? She is definitely wrong, even if everything feels right when I’m with her.
I stretch out my arms and neck, watching her pretty facetransform from a smile to stone-cold serious. Good. If she takes this seriously, it’ll make being this close to her easier.
