Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
JAX
Kinsley is supposed to be unpacking, but she’s staring at her phone, giggling. We spent the rest of the weekend at the Incognito warehouse, bouncing from one dead end to another.
Most of my cousins had shuffled in and out, and Kinsley had met everyone at this point. Between her settling in with everyone and her mom’s reaction to us at the hospital, it had been easy to get her to move more of her stuff here.
“Oh my God.” Kinsley bursts into laughter.
I try not to glare at her phone. I won’t be jealous of my own family.
I’m happy she’s fitting in, but I can be selfish with her attention.
Not to mention, we have to go back to school tomorrow.
There are still rumors floating around. I might have to knock them out of a few fuckers.
“What’s so funny?” I ask, tossing her favorite pillow onto the bed. I love seeing her stuff all over. It makes my room feel warmer. Our room.
No one batted an eye when I moved her in.
If anything, Nix and Mom were excited and talking about redoing my whole room.
Nix has tried before, but I wouldn't let her. I hadn’t seen a point.
Now Kinsley can do whatever she wants with the space.
As long as her ass is in that bed each night, that’s all I care about.
“Nothing.” She immediately stops laughing. Yeah, Nix invited her to the group chat.
“You talking about the bunker?”
Kinsley’s brows rise a fraction, but she quickly drops them. “Bunker?” She pretends to be confused. Her acting is still terrible. “What are you talking about?” Those plump lips of hers press together, trying not to smile.
“If you say so.” I shake my head.
“I never know if Naomi is joking with her comments or serious. Which only makes it that much funnier.”
“I’m not sure we want to know.” I think my cousin might be a touch of a sociopath if you fall outside of her family.
Eros might be more stoic, but I think he’s all there upstairs. Some might not agree. Out of everyone, Eros spends the most time with Uncle Ronan. It’s been very clear from a young age the kind of role he wants in this family.
“I haven’t heard from Blair.” Kinsley puts her phone down.
“She’s home.”
“I know. Mac told me, but did she tell you she dug into Blair?”
“I’ve dug into Blair.” I’m not sure what she’s getting at.
“No.” Kinsley shakes her head. “She thinks something is up with her. About her past.”
“Her past?” What are they talking about? If I recall correctly, it’s pretty cookie-cutter.
“That it’s not adding up.”
“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—”
“Don’t want to think about it,” I cut her off. “They mean nothing. After graduation, I won’t see any of them again.”
"And you only want me."
"You're finally getting it." She smirks, kissing my chest again, but lower.
"Why?"
"You drew me in that first day. The hair and the legs."
"Physically."
"That's what grabbed me. Then I got to see more of you, and I was pulled under. So curious but shy. But you push past that shyness to get where you need to go. I don't know it fully or understand it. I don't need to. You’re mine, that’s all there is to it.”
“I’m noticing that all emotions run deep around here.” I know mine do for her. It can be a jarring realization that a person can come to mean more to you than anyone else in your life.
“You have no idea.” I tighten my hold on my own hands, fighting the urge to touch her.
Kinsley continues her journey down my body until she’s on her knees between my legs. She pops the button on my pants, lowering the zipper and pulling them down enough to reveal my boxer briefs.
I watch as she reaches in, grabbing my hard cock, allowing it to spring free. Her hand wraps around it, and she begins to stroke me. I let out a groan. The softness of her hands is going to be my undoing.
“It’s so soft and hard at the same time.” Her eyes flick up to meet mine. I can see the heat and curiosity in them. My girl is enjoying herself. She likes the illusion of being in control.
“Keep stroking it and looking so sexy while you do it, and this is going to be over before you even get that mouth of yours on me.” Kinsley licks her lips, no longer looking like an innocent little bunny but a vixen who was sent here to torture me with pleasure.
She focuses her attention back on my cock, watching herself stroke me. She leans down, her mouth a hair's breadth away from the tip. Her little pink tongue comes out to lick the wetness from it. My hips buck, wanting more.
“I’ve never done this before. So I don’t really know what I’m doing,” she whispers. I’m about to tell her there is nothing she could do wrong and that I’ve never done this before either, but before I can utter a word, she wraps her warm lips around the head and takes my cock fully into her mouth.
She’s eager to please me, and I’m along for the ride. She works my cock, taking me to the back of her throat. That breaks my resolve. I unclasp my hands and reach down, grasping her hair in one of my hands as she continues to work me. Fuck she looks beautiful with her lips stretched around me.
“Eyes on me, Bunny.” Her eyes come to mine, and I can see the desire there.
Not all that she wants me, but she’s getting off on this, too.
“That’s my girl,” I encourage her, and she takes more of me into her mouth.
A groan rips from me, my balls already drawing up tight, ready to explode into her mouth.
I want to fight it, to enjoy this longer, but I can’t. I want to get my mouth on her next just as badly as I want to come. When my cock hits the back of her throat, I’m done for.
“Bunny,” I try to warn, my hand in her hair tightening, my legs flexing. Her response is only to work her mouth faster up and down my cock.
That’s all that I can take. “Kinsley.” I groan her name as the base of my spine tingles before I come harder than I ever have in my life.
Kinsley keeps working her mouth up and down on me, drinking up every drop of my release, taking it into her body.
That has my hips bucking and more cum releasing from me.
“Fuck,” I mutter. “Bunny—” She lifts her head, licking her lips while wearing a sexy smirk.
“That was hot.” She smiles.
“My turn.” I pounce, making her laugh as I pin her down to the bed, silencing her giggling with my mouth.
My lips don't leave her until she cries out my name in pleasure, making the sweetest sounds I've ever heard.