Page 45 of His Pretty Little Lies
“Bunny, that’s got to be a twenty-four-hour flight, easy, if not more, if they’re flying coach with those layovers.”
“Jax, don’t be elitist. They could fly private.”
“Fourteen million of them? That means there would be waves of them. Not all fourteen million at once.”
“True, it’s just something people should keep in mind.” All I can keep in mind right now are all the things that must go through my girls' thoughts randomly.
“It is,” Blair tells her.
“But!” Kinsley holds up one finger. “That is for another day. For today, Jax, you must try one of the tiny drinks. The lemon one is extra delicious.”
“Are we sure they’re tiny?” My eyes bounce between the two girls. Blair isn’t as drunk, but she’s had a few. I’ll tell Damon to drive her car home for her. Kinsley holds up her fingers to show me how tiny.
Fuck, she’s adorable. I can’t stop myself from stealing a quick kiss from her lips. Kinsley licks her lips, her cheeks warm. Her hand is now rubbing my chest.
“Should we tell him about the other thing you’re worried about?” Oh, I want to hear this one too.
“Maybe. I’m tired now.” She fakes a giant yawn, and I know she wants to head back home where we can be alone. Fuck me. She’s going to kill me slowly.
“Jax.” My brother barks my name, coming up on us quickly. I hadn’t paid attention to where he slipped off to when we got downstairs. My attention is fully on Kinsley. “We have a problem.”
“Kangaroos?” Kinsley asks. This time, Blair doesn’t fight the laugh. But it’s short-lived when it’s cut off by screams.
Turns out, I wasn’t the one who got killed tonight, after all. That’s not going to stop people from thinking it’s not Kinsley who did the killing.
Chapter Twenty-Two
KINSLEY
As you get older, aren’t you supposed to get used to adult things, such as waking up in the morning? I hate them, and this morning, it’s extra hard to wake up. My eyelids feel heavier than normal.
The hell? It’s the weekend, right? I can just fall back asleep. I’m headed back to sleepyland when a hand grips my ass; my eyes fly open to see olive skin, with a dusting of hair coming in on the jaw line.
“Jax.” His name comes out raspy. “What did you do to me?”
“What did I do to you?” he grunts. “If you rub your pussy along my dick one more time, Bunny.” That wakes me up more—all of me.
My hand feels a bare chest, and I quickly put together that I’m all over Jax. He’s flat on his back while I’m sprawled out on top of him. I lift my head, my eyes meeting his.
“Hi.” That’s the only word I can form because I very much do feel my sex pressed right against his very hard cock. Jax’s hand on my ass gives a squeeze.
“Hi.” He smirks, making my eyes drop to his mouth. My own mouth feels tender. That’s the first flash of what happened lastnight that flutters through my mind. Jax and I were in this bed, and I was kissing the hell out of him.
“Oh, gosh.” I roll off him.
“Kinsley?” I shoot out of bed as fast as I can, bolting for the bathroom. “Shit.” He’s hot on my heels. “What are you doing?” He pauses at the door as I grab my toothbrush.
“Brushing my teeth?”
“Right.” He walks over, grabbing his own. “I thought you were about to vomit.”
“Ahh, were you going to hold my hair back?” I ask before I start to brush them.
“I already tied it back, but I could have helped.” He puts the paste on his brush.
He had tied my hair back loosely after taking my braids out. Jax helped my drunk ass into bed last night, and all I kept doing was kissing him nonstop. Which makes me want to kiss him again, hence brushing my teeth.
“How do you feel?” he asks.
