Chapter 15
KENZIE
We camped out in Patrick’s room until he woke up.
I tried to get Reid to relax, but he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.
Bikers showed up to speak to him every few minutes.
He dished out orders like he’d been doing it all his life.
Two guys stood guard at Patrick’s door, watching over us. Even enemies took a day off.
“What are you still doing here?” Patrick tried pushing himself up. I jumped out of the surprisingly comfortable plush leather chair in the corner to help him. “You need to get some rest.”
“I can’t get him to leave.” I looked over at Reid. “I tried.”
“Ready to run off with my best friend and not look back?” He chuckled but grabbed his stomach with his good hand.
“I couldn’t if I tried.”
He scoffed.
“He’s more in love with you than he is with me.”
“Probably, but you, my little sister, can give him something I can’t.”
Was my brother talking to me about having sex with his best friend? “Creepy.”
“Oh God, no. Not that.” He shook the disgust off his face. “I meant, you can take care of him. He’ll let you. He won’t let me. And he needs someone to take care of him.”
“He seems pretty capable to me.” I looked again and he was right. If someone didn’t put their foot down and get him to shut off, he was going to be no good to anyone.
“You ready to be the First Lady of our club?”
I turned to face Patrick. “Aren’t you going to be the new president?”
“I don’t think so.” He inspected his hand and wiggled his fingers. It had been put in a black plaster cast while he was under. “I don’t know if I want it, but we promised we’d build it back up and then in six months, we’d let the members vote. We don’t need another dictatorship.”
“Smart.” I adjusted the covers on his bed.
“Stop babying me.” He waved me off. “Go take care of your man.”
I didn’t move.
“What?”
“It’s weird, right? We’re related. I never thought about having a big brother.” I took his good hand. “It seems kind of unceremonious.”
“It is weird. And isn’t there some big no-no about you hooking up with my best friend?” He smirked. “I should kick his ass or something and then make him promise to never ever hurt you.”
“Well, if I ever get a best friend, I give you one free pass to hit on her.” I squeezed his hand.
“And was I delulu or did I hear your mom and his dad hooked up?” His eyes grew wide. “The two of you could have been step-siblings.”
I shuddered.
“He tell you about Dana?”
“Yeah, our little sister.” I nodded. “I’ve always been alone. Now I had this whole new family. “What’s she like?”
“Beautiful but all attitude and she’s boy crazy already. When she dates, I’m going to jail over her for sure.”
We laughed.
“We’ll defend her honor together.” I leaned in and kissed his cheek.
“Nice to meet you, sis.” He kissed our clasped hands. “Get out of here so I can get some rest.”
“You kicking us out?” Reid walked back in. He wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin on my shoulder.
“I can’t get any good sleep with you two hovering. Go.” He pointed to the door. “Get some rest.”
“You’re exhausted.” I took her hand. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Take Carter with you.” Patrick closed his eyes. “I want guys with us at all times. No one travels alone.”
“I got it covered.” He leaned over and hugged his best friend. “Don’t give the nurses a hard time.”
“I can’t promise that.” Even injured and with one good eye, he pulled off the cocky biker grin perfectly.
“We’ll check on you later.” Reid saluted. Patrick saluted back.
I pulled Reid through the hospital. We exited the entrance, down a few steps and into a waiting black SUV.
“Hey, Carter.” Reid patted the blond in the driver’s seat on the shoulder.
“Hey, Reid.” He shifted in his seat. “How’s he doing?”
“He’s going to be fine.” He pointed at me. “I’d like you to meet—”
“Mackenzie.” I finished for him.
“I guess no need to hide anymore.” He kissed the side of my head and leaned his head back.
“Nice to meet you, Mackenzie.”
“Kenzie is fine.”
“Kenzie it is.” He nodded, put the car in drive, and pulled away.
We drove for about twenty minutes through the small city of Morristown and got on the highway toward the airport.
We pulled off the highway into an industrial part of town and pulled up near a warehouse building.
A garage door rolled up, and we drove in.
A few more cars and bikes were scattered across the open space. It felt like Batman’s cave, dark, with strategically placed spotlights that shined off the high-glossed cement floors.
“Thanks, man.” Reid opened the car door and slid out. He turned to help me down and took my hand.
We walked toward the elevator. Inside, Reid pressed a key fob to the sensor, and the elevator ascended three flights and opened into another room.
It had the same high-glossed flooring, but with large windows and carpets separating the living room from the kitchen.
I didn’t have time to take it all in. Reid led me to one end of the room, through a sliding door, into his bedroom.
To the right, the sun was setting, casting gold onto the New York City skyline.
“Wow.” But we didn’t stop. We continued into the bathroom through a door past his king-size bed. I could have fallen onto it and slept for a week. But Reid had other plans.
Once in the bathroom, he dropped my hand and turned on the shower. He tested the temperature. Once it was to his liking, he turned back to me.
He unbuttoned the top buttons on his shirt and then pulled it over my head.
He kneeled and removed my boots and socks and then my leggings.
I yanked on his T-shirt, and he pulled it up over his head. He stood. I pushed his jeans and boxers down his legs. He had kicked off his boots. I kissed his abs and sank to my knees.
His cock stood at attention.
My mouth watered.
“Baby, I’m too tired to even stand.” He reached for me and walked me back into the shower. The water stung as it hit my back.
“Too hot?” He rubbed my back.
“No, it’s perfect.” I let the water rain down on me, not worrying about the curly mess I’d have to deal with later. I was horny, but it would have to wait. The two things I wanted more than sex were getting clean and sleep.
He slicked his hands with a manly spice of shower gel.
“I’m going to smell like you.” I inhaled.
“Is that a bad thing?” He chuckled.
“Nope.”
He ran his hand over every inch of my front. “Turn around.” He did the same to my back. The horny meter was working its way over sleep.
His fingers ran down the crack in my ass and swiped over my backside.
“Don’t tease me.” I whimpered and leaned into his touch.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered. “Give me a few hours of sleep and then I’ll take care of you.”
I grunted.
“Greedy girl.” He finished washing me and then rinsed me off with the handheld showerhead. The soap ran down the drain.
“My turn.” I held out my hands. He dumped the shower gel into my palms. I soaped them up, getting a nice lather before I rubbed his shoulders and chest.
“You have five minutes, Kenzie.”
I pouted. “That’s not nearly enough time.” I made my way down to his cock and squeezed. “Surely you have more stamina than a teenager who just discovered how to yank his dick.”
“You are rather crass, you know that?”
“Yeah, well, that’s me. Take it or leave it.” I gripped his balls and massaged them with my other hand while stroking him with the other hand.
“Fuck. That feels good.” He lifted his arms in the air and gripped the side of the shower stall. “On your knees.”
“I thought you were too tired for that.” I slowly lowered myself to the floor. His cock glistened at the end.
“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t be able to sleep with my balls ready to explode.” He rinsed his lower half off with the showerhead. “Clock’s ticking, Kenzie.”
Cocky bastard.
Clean and in bed next to the man who was my first crush felt surreal. He starred in so many fantasies, and while he was as hard and rough as I imagined, he held me like I was the most precious thing in his world.
I traced one of the infinity symbols on his chest. It sat at an angle, covering his heart. The symbol appeared in most of the tattoo designs on his body. I made it my secret mission to find them all. “Have you heard about the Point of Infinity theory?”
“I have.” He ran his fingers down my back. “Two parallel lines going on for infinity will eventually meet. Theoretically.” He kissed the top of my head.
“Yeah, and when they meet”—I lifted my head—“chaos and destruction ensue.”
His eyes had drifted closed.
“Yeah, but that’s not the end.” He squeezed the back of my neck. “After chaos and destruction, there’s peace. Calm and pure. But it’s just a theory.”
“You don’t believe it?” I asked.
He blinked his eyes back open and grinned that sexy smile. “I wouldn’t call you calm or pure.”
I hit him in the chest. He grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips.
“But”—he yawned—“you are definitely my peace.”
The End
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