Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
“We’re not in the city. You have more room out here to build.” I don’t want her to be uncomfortable, but I know she comes from money. Still, there is a difference between being rich and being wealthy.
“Right.” She rolls her eyes while shaking her head at me. “This is more than that.”
“It doesn’t matter, though.” Kinsley stops pacing.
“I suppose not. I’m rambling.” She nibbles on her bottom lip.
“Is that what you want to do? Ramble?” She nods, so I give it to her. “Mom built the house years ago. I think her plan was to make it big enough so we’d want to stay, and then one day when we have families of our own, we’d still have our rooms to come back home for the holidays and such.”
Kinsley stops pacing. “That’s really sweet. It’s not what I expected. Well, maybe it is. I don’t know. You hear this or that about the Marinos, but then I see you all, and it’s like you’re not the same people.” I’m sure it’s what most people think about my family, considering our reputation, so I can’t really blame her. We can be ruthless if we need to be. If you make the moves to push us there, then you’ll pay that price.
“I get that.” Kinsley ventures over to my desk, running her fingers along it. I'm sure they are itching to open the drawers.
"Do you want me to pretend to use the bathroom so you can snoop?" I ask, making her fight a smirk.
"You'd do that?"
"If you wanted, you could snoop while I'm here." There isn't anything worth finding in there. Kinsley pulls open the top drawer, and I hear the pens inside rattle. There are a couple of books in there and a picture. One she picks up.
"Why do you have this?" She holds up her picture. It's the one that was taken this year for student IDs.
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Jax, really?"
"I told you already." Starting to think she doesn't believe my infatuation with her. It might be for the best if she comes to terms with it more slowly. Then it won't freak her out. Still freaks me out sometimes. She sets the picture back down on my desk.
"That you've had a thing for me for years."
I nod. "Why do you find this hard to believe?"
"You're you, and well, I'm me." That doesn't explain much, and Kinsley knows it because her brows furrow at her own words. "I'm plain and boring."
"Where the fuck did you come up with that bullshit?"
"I'm not saying I'm ugly." Kinsley props her ass up against my desk. “Just that I’m nothing special. Just ordinary.” I didn’t think Kinsley could get more attractive, but the fact that she doesn’t know how gorgeous she is makes her all the more so.
“You’ve lost your fucking mind if you believe that, Kinsley.” I make a vow to myself at this moment that I will do whatever it takes to make her see herself the way I do. Hell, the way every single warm-blooded male does.
“You’re being nice.” She shrugs one of her shoulders.
“Never been accused of that before.” I wink at her, getting up from the chair I’d dropped into over in the lounge area of my bedroom, which has a couple of chairs and a TV hung over a fireplace.
I was trying to keep space between us so that I could control myself from touching her. I walk over to my bed, dropping down onto it so my back is resting against the headboard. I kick my legs out, getting comfortable for this next part.
“When I masturbate.”
“Masturbate!” Kinsley’s eyes go wide, her cheeks turning redder than they already were.
“That’s what I said.” She opens and then closes her mouth. “You get to think about anything you want.” I keep my eyes locked on hers. “All my fantasies I have right in this bed are about you, Bunny. Every one of them.”
“Jax,” she whispers my name loudly. “What are you doing?”
“Just telling you that you’re a knockout and you’re the only one I fuck my hand and think about.” I pat the bed. “Right here.”
“Oh, my God.” She covers her face with her hands.
“Every night.”
“Jax!” Kinsley snaps, dropping her hands. “Stop trying to embarrass me.”
“I’m the one admitting my fantasies. You want details?”
“No!” She glances down at her feet.
“Liar.” I'm not telling her this because it’s true, which it is. I'm telling her because guilt gnaws at me. I have kept horny assholes away from her. That was my doing. I hate that I might have added to the thought she has of herself that she's ordinary.
“We should talk about something else.” Kinsley licks her lips.
“If you want, but I’m starting to see that my choices aren’t what I thought they would be.” I run my hand across the top of my skull.