Page 61 of His Pretty Little Lies
“Blair’s?” Shit, what did I miss?
“She’s not sure. I don’t know. I’m just worried.”
“That she’s not who she seems?”
“No,” Kinsley admits, shaking her head. “I mean, maybe, but for a reason. She’s always been quiet about her home life. Not that I pushed.” Because she didn’t want anyone pushing back.
“Let’s wait and see. Mac is suspicious of most people.” I'm pretty good at reading people, and Blair, even with all the black she wears and weird jokes, means well. If anything, I’d guess she dresses that way to keep people at arm’s length. “Come here.”
Kinsley doesn’t hesitate. She comes right to me, sliding her hands up my chest to around my neck. “This is…” She searches for a word.
“New, you’ll get used to it.” Kinsley nods with a giant smile on her face.
“It’s new and fast, but I don’t want to slow down.” She rises up, and I meet her halfway, pressing my mouth to hers. I groan, my hands going to her ass, and I lift her off her feet, carrying her over to the bed.
I know I tasted her last night and again this morning, but it’s never enough. Kinsley is already tugging at my shirt, as eager as I am. Fuck, I love knowing she needs me as badly as I need her. I quickly ditch my shirt, tossing it on the floor.
“I want to do a little exploring of my own today.” She trails her fingertip down the center of my chest, stopping at the waistband of my pants. Her eyes plead with me to let her have this. My cock hardens even more at the thought of having those pillowy lips of hers wrapped around it. Fuck I could come just thinking about it.
“You want to suck my cock, Bunny?” Her cheeks pinken at my dirty words, making her look even more sexy. I roll us so she is straddling me. I put my hands behind my head, linking my fingers together, trying to appear relaxed.
“Do you want me to?” Her fingers run up and down my chest and then down to my abs.
“I’d let you do anything you want to me, Bunny.”
“You know, I’ve moved in, and now you owe me.” Her finger strokes up and down a three-inch scar on my right side.
“That’s courtesy of Damon. The fucker stabbed me.” Kinsley’s mouth drops open. “He’s not the best with a knife, clearly, or fuck. Maybe I wasn’t good enough at blocking him.”
"Oh my God. But it looks old."
"About three years or so. We all learn to fight. We all learned how to use guns. That one is madness since they're in the house. You don't ever have to use one, but you do have to know how to handle one."
"Interesting."
"We'll see if you think that after you get some training."
"Me?" she squeaks.
"Not a bad thing to know how to handle yourself. Protection." It's one thing I will push.
"You're right. But I won't get stabbed, will I?" Her nose scrunches.
"You won't get stabbed." My eyes rake up and down her.
"What? You want to stab me with something?" Kinsley smirks. Naomi is already rubbing off on her. She gives her ass a wiggle, rubbing her sweet, warm pussy against my dick. I start to reach for her. “Nope!” She points a finger at me. I go back to having my hands behind my head.
“Have mercy on me.”
“Maybe I want to take my time.” She leans down, her hair falling forward to brush against my chest. I woke up with that hair all around me this morning. Only Kinsley can make hair erotic to me. “I mean, you took your time.”
“I’ll remember that the next time you hesitate, that we’re moving too fast.”
“We can go as fast as you want.” Bunny kisses the center of my chest. “You know how many girls at school would die to do this?”
“Never thought about it.”
“Well, you?—”
