Page 29 of His Pretty Little Lies
God, having a girl of my own, I’m starting to really understand all the small things my dad focuses on when it comes to my mom and making sure they’re handled. This need to watch out and take care of Kinsley overrides everything else. If I know she’s good, then I’m good.
“I don’t want to,” she huffs, pulling the blanket back over her head.
“That’s fine, I’ll crawl back in bed with you.” The blanket is flung back down, her eyes wide as she stares at me and then glances around.
“This is real?”
“Why, Bunny? You often dream about me?”
“Oh my God.” She yanks the blanket right back over her head. "I'm in Jax Marino's bed." Her words are muffled, but I catch them. That has a nice ring to it.
"You know"—I pull the blanket back down so I can see her beautiful face—"this is newsworthy; you should write an article about it for the school posts." I want nothing more than for the entire world to know that she’s mine. That there will never be another for her but me.
"Shut your face." She laughs. "Why are you awake and so—" Kinsley waves her head around.
"Dressed and chipper?" I offer.
"Yes, that," she says around a yawn.
"I'm chipper because you're in my bed, and it's best I'm dressed for your sake, but if you want…"
"Okay, I'm up. Keep the clothes on."
“If you insist, but if you change your mind…” I smirk, giving her my dimple.
“You’re ridiculous.” Kinsley sits up on the side of the bed. I don’t move, so she has to press against me. “I need coffee.” I know, but I wanted to check on her first.
“I got you, and your clothes are here.” I point to where they are folded and stacked on the end of the bed. Kinsley stands, stretching in the process, raising her hands over her head; it makes the shirt she’s wearing ride up, displaying her sexy legs.
It’s too much of a temptation. I brush my hand up the outside of her thigh. Kinsley momentarily pauses, glancing down at me. I’m still sitting on the side of the bed.
“Your legs drive me insane, you know that?”
“Really?” Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, and I see a glimmer of shyness.
"Yeah, really." Kinsley doesn't stop me when I trail my hand up her thigh again and back down.
"Thanks for washing my clothes." She steps away, and I let my hand fall. "Did you iron them?" Kinsley says with a laugh.
"I would have, but my mom beat me to it."
"Oh God, your mom is doing my laundry." A worried expression takes over her delicate features.
"Yep, and I bet my life she enjoyed the hell out of it. She'll want you to like her."
"I thought boy moms were scary."
"Don't get me wrong, my mom can be fucking scary, but you'll quickly see the girls in this family stick together." A smile takes over her face.
"As they should with these overbearing Marino men." I hold my hands up.
"I never once fought against the girl bunker club." I know better. I stay out of that. You go poking around in their business, and the girls will do it right back, but harder and deeper. They can be relentless. They do shit on a different level, and I’m not a fuck around and find out sort of guy. While we Marino men might be tough, we know better than to stir the pot when it comes to the women in this family.
"There is a club," Kinsley laughs.
"And a bunker, but don't go asking about it. You have to be invited. Otherwise, they pretend it doesn't exist."
"You really have a bunker around here."
