Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
JAX
My hands throb, but I don’t give a shit.
I welcome the pain, knowing it came from smashing that asshole's face in. This isn’t over.
I don’t care if I have to fly to Italy myself.
Joseph Bianco is as good as dead, too. I’m sure War will handle it.
As much as I’d love to do it myself, there is no way I’m letting Kinsley out of my sight for the foreseeable future.
She can fight me on it, but I’ll tie her to my bed if I have to.
I carry her down the stairs, stepping over Jim. “Blair did that,” Kinsley tells me. “Wait, where is Blair?” she asks.
“We got her when she ran out.” I let her know. “She left you behind.”
“No, she didn't!” Kinsley hisses. “It was my plan. She thought I was going to follow her.” Right now, I’m not sure what to believe when it comes to Blair. I don’t trust anyone that isn’t a Marino at the moment.
Damon opens the back door to the SUV for me to climb in. I’m in no shape to drive. I’m not letting Kinsley go. She is the only thing keeping me grounded. If not for her, I’d still be beating the shit out of a dead body.
"Blair seemed awfully comfortable when you all exited the school with Jim," Damon adds.
"She wasn't! We were trying to not get shot. Blair freaking killed him. Pushed him down the stairs. One of them backhanded her across the face. No way she is freaking involved," Kinsley says with conviction.
That’s still to be determined, but I don’t need to worry my girl any more than she has already been tonight. My family will make sure they get the answers they need from Blair and see if she checks out.
Damon and I glance at each other. "All right," I tell her. Damon only nods, closing the door before jogging around to the driver's side and hopping in.
“Jax,” Kinsley says softly, her hand coming to my cheek. I close my eyes momentarily. “What about Blair?”
“We have her, Bunny.”
“Okay.” She gives me a soft smile that has guilt weighing on me. Damon will make a call when we get home to check fully on Blair's status.
“How are you feeling?” I ask, searching her face for disgust. Today, she got a real taste of who I am.
Those two weren't the first people I had ever killed before. Not that I had a giant list, but there have been a few. I don’t enjoy having to take someone's life, but I’ll always do what’s necessary to protect my family.
“I’m good.” She gives me a smile. “Happy, actually, now that my adrenaline is coming down. We did it. Right? It’s over?”
“It will be by the end of the day. We are still putting the pieces together and figuring out how those police reports got changed.” I’ll let my family deal with that.
“I hope they can figure out how to save Trent.”
“They will if they can. Dad told me that he might reach out to your mom once he gets his hands on the drugs.”
“She’ll like that. It’s been driving her crazy, and it will show her that you Marinos aren’t so bad.”
“Hey, now. Don’t be ruining our reputation,” Damon jokes. Kinsley only shakes her head before laying it on my shoulder. I keep a tight hold on her; the drive is quiet, but I soak it in.
When we enter the house, everyone is focused on Kinsley. “Are you okay?” Mom starts to fuss over her.
“Did you kill someone this time?” Naomi asks, her tone flat. Kinsley laughs.
“Nah, I’m still a murder virgin.” The second the words are out of her mouth, her cheeks start to pinken.
“Give it time. I’m sure one day,” Mom tells her.
“I’m a virgin all around,” Nix huffs. Mom elbows her in the side. She’s too young to be thinking about that shit. Her little ass better hold out for another few years, or I’ll have to murder someone else.
“You'd better keep it that way.” I shoot her a glare that she only returns. Nix rolls her eyes at me, her attention going back to Kinsley.
“I’m glad you’re okay. I’ll let the group chat know. Everyone has been freaking out.”
“Really?” Kinsley's lips turn up on one side. She’s happy that there are people that are worried about her.
“Of course!” Mom tells her. “Are you guys hungry?”
“Not if you’re cooking,” Naomi says, scrunching her nose.
“I know that, you little brat.” Mom laughs. “Mary is here. It’s nice to have her back full-time.” Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Mary?” Kinsley asks.
“Oh, she doesn’t know yet.” Mom's brows rise.
“Know what?” Kinsley looks at me for an explanation. One I know there’s no getting out of, but I’m going to try to push it off for now.
“Let’s shower before we do anything.” I have blood all over me, and some of it is now on Kinsley, too.
“All right, but I’ll send up food later,” Mom says as I take Kinsley's hand and lead her up the stairs.
"What are you not telling me?" Kinsley asks when we enter our bedroom. I suppose there is no point in hiding it. She'll find out soon enough.
"The Mary my mom was referring to, she's your Mary," I admit.
"What?" Her face scrunches in confusion momentarily before my words click. "What! How? I mean…" She trails off. I watch her, wondering if she's going to get pissed. "You're ridiculous, you know that?"
"When it comes to you, I am." I'm not ashamed to admit that. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to ensure your safety and happiness, Bunny.”
“I can see that.” She gives me a bright smile. “I’m not mad about it. It’s kind of sweet, and it bugged me you took so long to make us an us, but knowing you planted Mary really shows me you were getting us there.” Then her eyes start to fill with tears.
“Don’t cry.” I try not to panic.
“It’s happy tears. I promise. It means a lot that you’ve been watching out for me all this time. You really cared about me.”
“I fucking love you, Bunny. Way past caring.”
“I love you, too.”
“Then let’s wash the blood off you.” She licks her lips.
“Okay.” Her cheeks are turning pink already.
“Babe, I’ve seen you naked.” I lead her to the shower.
“I know, but I’m all vertical now. That was horizontal. Totally different.” I don’t understand that, but she’s not stopping me from stripping her out of her clothes. I ditch mine next.
“I could hang you upside down, Bunny, and you’d still be a fucking knockout.” I wrap my hand around my dick, which is already painfully hard, to prove my point. When she licks her lips again, I almost want to say, Fuck that shower. "Hands to yourself," I tell her, pulling her into the shower.
"What? Why?"
"Barely hanging on. Let me get us washed first. I need this blood off you. It's driving me nuts."
"You're already nuts," she says with a giggle, letting me guide her under the shower spray. I sink my fingers into her hair. A small moan leaves her as her eyes fall closed.
I wash every inch of her. Even with the warm water, her nipples are hard, begging for my mouth. I keep myself in check. It's a miracle that I’m able to get through washing her and drying her off without pinning her to the bathroom wall and fucking her.
“Jax.” My name comes out all breathy, and I know she, too, is barely hanging on.
“I got you,” I tell her when I finish brushing her hair and lead her back to our bed. I tug off the towel I wrapped around her, letting it fall to the floor. “You with me?” I cup her cheek with one hand, stroking it with my thumb.
“Always,” she says without hesitation.
“Then get on the bed.” Kinsey puts one knee on the bed and then the other. I watch her ass wiggle as she crawls to the center. I can see her pussy lips. I let out a groan. When she turns, dropping down onto her back, there’s a smirk on her face. I know she did that shit on purpose.
I fucking love it. I want my girl to be confident. She should be. There is no one in this world more perfect than her.
“Bunny,” I groan when she parts her thighs, an invitation I can’t refuse, welcoming me into her heaven.
I go to her. My hands slide up her long legs.
I kiss my way up them, torturing not only her but myself as well.
“You know how long I’ve fantasized about these legs? To have them wrapped around me?”
“You make me feel sexy. I have always felt awkward with how tall I am.”
“Some insecure assholes must have put that shit in your head.” They knew they never stood a chance. I settle in between her thighs, burying my face there.
I need to feel her come for me. To know that I’ve given her pleasure after the hell of today. I’ll make her crave it so she will never try to leave me. If I were a better man, I’d walk away from her, but I can’t. She’s mine.
There would be no point to life without her, and I know if I told her I could walk away from this life and start fresh with her, she’d never allow it.
In the end, though, I know she was made for this life.
It has to be part of the reason I was drawn to her.
Kinsley is my perfect match, and I thank all the gods that I found her so early in life.
I circle my tongue around her clit, making her body shudder as she lets out a moan.
I keep teasing her clit as I work one finger inside of her and then another.
She’s so damn tight I’m worried that I’m going to hurt her.
I need her pussy nice and soft for me. The last thing I want to do is hurt her.
I lick and savor her taste. My eager tongue drags across her pussy, getting my fill.
Her scent and taste are more addictive than any drug.
I wrap my mouth around her little bud and suck.
Kinsley's whole body jerks as she cries out my name as I eagerly flick my tongue back and forth, still working my fingers inside of her.
I feel her pussy clamp down around my fingers as she comes. All I can think about is feeling her pussy do that to my cock. I drink down her sweet nectar, wanting every drop, before I start to move up her body.
My hands cup her breasts and push them together. Her tiny pink nipples are too alluring not to suck one into my mouth and then the other. Kinsley's back arches, pushing her tits more into my mouth. Fuck, every inch of her is perfection and made for me.