Page 95 of Rebel
I’ve never been with a woman like Kinsley. Someone I can’t get enough of despite my determination to never let a woman under my skin. Anyone who comes after her will never compare.
That thought only pisses me off because I don’t want anyone after her.Iwant her. Only her.
Fuck, another man touching her makes me want to set the world on fire.
I need to double-check Blaze did what I asked with that bitch in LA. Over my dead body is she getting another chance to hurt Kinsley, I don’t give a shit how much money her family has. Kinsley has a whole MC behind her, even if she doesn’t know it yet.
That cunt terrorized her for years. She’ll be spending the rest of her life in the psych hospital, I’ll make damn sure of it.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing,” I growl.
“It doesn’t look like nothing,” she stops in front of me. “That isn't your usual resting bitch face.”
“My… what?”
She smirks. “Are you thinking about killing someone, Rebel?”
I’m thinking of killing a lot of different people, but she doesn’t need to know that. The way her smile grows tells me she does and won’t give me shit about it.
Bringing her into my world puts her in danger, and she deserves peace after everything she’s been through. It’s too late. She’s already mixed up in it. And I don’t want to let her go.
She lets out a squeal of surprise when I move nearer and grab her by the ass. The length of her body is tight to mine, and I smooth my hand up the front of her t-shirt. She’s braless.
“Not a chance.”
“No one brought me any underwear,” she shrugs.
Her teeth clamp down on her lower lip when I pinch her nipple. I’m part relieved Patrick didn’t touch her bras and panties, but mostly I’m pissed. She’s not going out like this.
I know the men at the MC, they might not touch her when they realize she’s with me, but they will look. There isn’t a man alive who won’t picture what’s beneath her shirt when they see how naturally her tits move and the hard nipples poking through.
“If you think this is the first time I’ve been at the bar with no underwear-”
“Do not finish that sentence.”
Kinsley kisses me and pushes me back, walking around me. “Let’s go. I need to get to the hospital after we’ve been to the clubhouse.”
I hurry after her and put my palm on the door before she can open it, getting all up behind her and caging her against it. “We’ll get into the annex and get more of your things.”
She turns and glares up at me. “Don’t think you can control what I do, Rebel.”
“You need more clothes.”
“Exactly how long do you think I’m staying here?”
“As long as it takes to release the crime scene,” I say, gentling my tone.
Reminding her Colton was hurt is one thing, remembering a murder was committed there makes the fight drain out of her.
“Kinsley,” I stroke her cheek. The last thing I want is to upset her. But I know what she needs, even if she doesn’t. “You need your sketchpads and charcoal.”
Her brow pinches as she struggles with me understanding that about her.
“It makes sense to get your pussy and tits covered while we’re at it.”
She slaps my chest, but I’ll take it because her irritation overrides the sadness. Anything I can do to take her mind off it. There is only so long before she focuses on what happened and who is responsible.
