Page 19 of Complete Me
“Alright, little fighter, show me what you got,” I say as I do a come-hither motion with my gloves. She gives me the cutest fucking smirk, her eyes lighting up, and I know right now that it doesn’t matter what happens in this ring, I won’t regret a fuckin’ thing.
Her body is fucking tiny, and if I had to guess, her waist is smaller in circumference then one of my thighs. Based on her size alone, you’d think all I had to do was flick her and she’d fall to the ground, but not Kinsey. It’s clear based on the confident way she moves around me, the strength in each of her punches, her calculated movements—she’s been training just like her brothers have. After a few rounds, she bends forward over oneof the ropes, taking a break.
“I should feel bad for hitting you when you’re only playing defense,” she says, her voice revealing she’s out of breath and getting tired.
“But you don’t?” I ask as she stands back up and faces me. Her face is flushed pink, hair that has escaped her ponytail clinging to her crown in thin, wet wisps.
“Nope,” she pants, her chest rising and falling harder, the swell of her breasts pushing out the top of her sports bra and glinting with perspiration. My mouth salivates as I think about hauling her up and lapping it with my tongue.
“Violent little fighter,” I tease.
Instead of shooting a quip back at me, she surprises me, jumping up and throwing a quick jab toward my face. She’s so much goddamn shorter than me that the jump gives me time to respond. I block her punch, hauling her body against mine, spinning her around with her arms crossed at her waist like a straitjacket. I hunch forward over her, our bodies lined up, and I hope like hell she can’t feel how hard I’m getting from being close to her. Kinsey doesn’t fight back, her body melting against mine.
Instead of letting her go, instead of doing anything rational, I whisper into her ear, “Like I said, violent little fighter.”
“Don’t forget it.”
I release her with a smile, climbing out of the ring and grabbing two towels, tossing one at her.
“You feel better?” I ask.
“Yeah. Thanks for giving me your time. I appreciate it.”
“Anytime. I’m here if you ever need someone to talk to,” I offer, even if for the first time in a decade I’m offering to listen to someone for partially selfish reasons. I like having her around.
“Thanks, Reid. You’re a good man. Even if you do keep shitty company.”
I bark out a genuine laugh that surprises both of us. “You mean your brothers?”
“Who else?” She smirks. “See you later, Mr. Knight!” Kinsey saunters off, and I’m left standing alone in the gym, wondering how the hell no man has been strong enough to lock her down.
After my long drive across town to my secluded house on Lupine Lane, I do the one thing I’ve been able to keep myself from doing for months—jerk off to visions of Kinsey.
I barely make it through my front door before I’m resting my back against the cool wood, shoving my athletic pants down, and gripping my cock in my fist. I stroke it from base to tip, beads of precum weeping from the slit. My mind conjures images of Kinsey, her tiny body, and how easily I could pick her up, hold her legs over my shoulders, and eat her pussy. Fuck, I want to taste her. Want her tight, virgin hole to clench around my fingers as her clit swells against my tongue.
For years, she’s been Sawyer’s sister. But now? That’s justone part of her. To me? She’s Kinsey, my little fighter. And in my private thoughts, alone in my house, I lose myself to an addiction I have to keep under control. It can never leave here. Here in my head, she’s safe. If she was anything more? Shit. I couldn’t put her in that position. I don’t deserve her. No. My perfect Kinsey will stay my fantasy and nothing more. No matter how right she feels and how badly I’m starting to want her.
CHAPTER 5
kinsey
Aspen Ridge isgorgeous in the summer. The tall Sitka spruce trees tower over our town, lush and gorgeous, the Olympic Mountains cocooning us in a little bubble that is so far removed from every other place in the state. It’s a quintessential small town, and I love every minute of living here. I just wish my brothers would back off and let me live a little. I know I’ve threatened to leave Aspen Ridge if they don’t stop smothering me, but the thought of doing that makes me feel physically ill.
The sun is shining today, the clouds giving our town a small reprieve from the near-constant cloud cover, so I throw on my favorite midi-dress. It has a deep plunge in the front, and since I can’t wear a bra with it, I stick on some pasties so the restaurant doesn’t get a free show of my perky nipples when the air conditioning inside chills me. I lace up my sandals, tying off the ends at my calf before taking a look at myself in the mirror. I’ve always felt confident about my looks. Sure, I have similar insecurities to every woman I know, but overall, with all the love my huge family has showered me with for the last twenty-two years, I feel good about myself.
After securing my headband and fluffing up my waves, I grab my bag, ready to head out to meet Finn for lunch at Barrel House. My parents live on the outskirts of town, about fifteen minutes from all the downtown shops and dining, and my god, has it been a game changer to live right in the center of it all. Reid’s tattoo studio has a prime location directly in the middle of Main Street. Instead of going down the stairs that lead to his shop, I take the outdoor stairs that dump me out in a small parking lot. I have to walk around the building through a small alley to get to the cobblestone sidewalks that line our two-lane Main Street on the other side, but it’s better than waltzing through Rogue like I own the place.
Aspen Ridge could easily feel like a cage for some, but the only one I’ve ever felt is the one I was placed in by my brothers. I’ve always loved living in Aspen Ridge and plan on taking full advantage of living downtown. Especially since the only one who lives down here is Carter, and he seems to be mostly on board with me living for myself. I know twenty-two is still young, but I’m not a little kid any longer, and it’s past time they all start treating me like the grown-ass woman I am.
The sun beats down on my fair skin, and I know it won’t take much before the light dusting of freckles I have right under my eyes and on the tops of my shoulders starts to become more visible. I inhale a deep breath of pure, mountain air before skipping around the corner to head down the street. I’m immediately met with a wall—two large hands reaching out to grab my shoulders, steadying me from falling flat on my ass as I bounce backward.
“Ooph!”
“Whoa, sweetheart. Where are you goin’ in such a rush?”
I arch my head back as if I’m looking up at the sky, the large body in front of me blocking the sun. Reid looks down at mewith a half smirk, his hands still on my arms, the warmth radiating from the contact rivaling the sun.
He towers over me by at least a foot, the top of my head just barely meeting the bottom of his shoulders. He really is a giant. Or I’m just tiny in comparison.
