Most girls would push me to keep goingfaster. Unlike most girls, she isn’t and doesn’t.
Too far in to stop now, I try to kiss her again. Her lips hesitantly move against mine.Fucking finally. Using what littlerestraint I have, I refrain from devouring her, afraid of scaring her off. The kiss remains light and innocent.
Innocentisnot a word I want to use when she’s in my grasp like this. I highly doubt she’s a virgin, but she’s far from being the type to give herself over to just any guy—especially me. But all I want to do is dirty her up with my hands and mouth, just for me, until I’m the only one she begs for.
I trace my hand back up through the valley of her chest, to her shoulder, pushing her hair away to reveal the sensitive skin of her neck. Resting my hand on the back of her neck, I gently tilt her head, trailing my mouth from her lips to kiss the curve at the base of her neck, letting my warm breath fan across the delicate skin as I follow the line of her collarbone up to her ear and push her hair off her shoulder. Her pulse is racing. I lick the sensitive skin, tasting salt and remnants of her perfume.
My other hand presses more firmly into her inner thigh, my fingers threatening to leave marks.
The moment is going fucking perfect until Ninja wraps her fingers around mine, stopping my hand from furthering its progression to her pussy. “Is this the way Brielle likes you to touch her?”
The question fucking freezes me in place. I lift my head from her neck but keep my lips desperately close to hers. “I don’t give a shit about Brielle,” I breathe out onto her lips. The blood streaming through my veins picks up speed but not for the reason I aim for.
She moves our hands off her inner thigh, then releases mine. “It didn’t look like that today after she fucked up my bike, or in the cafeteria, or when you had her bent over the desk.”
Her tone is so calm, she could as easily be telling me what she’s planning to eat for dinner. Her lack of emotion is curious, and I’m unsure what to make of it. I know this physical attraction between us isn’t just one-sided. I feel her nerves humevery time we’re in the same vicinity of each other. I don’t defend or deny what she’s saying. I would be even more of a prick if I did, because that’s exactly what she saw each time. At least that’s what it looked like.
But Ninja is far from being an idiot or unperceptive. She knows the truth... Brielle is convenient, and this is Ninja’s way of saving herself from falling too deep into this moment.
Instead of releasing my gentle grasp from around her neck, I tighten it. “You’re as stubborn as I am.” I crush my lips against hers, then pull back just as fast, letting my hand slide down the length of her back before falling away completely.
She rubs the back of her hand over her mouth. A sickly sweet yet seductive smile is left in its wake. “It’s not a matter of being stubborn. I won’t ever play anyone’s second.” Her fierce gaze drops from mine. She turns the key in the ignition and starts the engine.
Relenting for now, I pick up her helmet and then hold it out to her. She slowly takes it, likely unsure if I’m playing with her or not. I can’t fucking blame her, considering what Brielle did to her motorcycle, then I let the bitch cozy up to me right in front of Ninja and I didn’t say a fucking word like I didn’t give a shit. I did give a shit. But being the asshole that I am, I wanted to see what my little Ninja was going to do to retaliate. She didn’t disappoint.
She puts on her helmet, the visor still raised. “Bye, Edge.” She puts the bike into gear and drives away, leaving me to watch her go.
That time, I don’t like my name on her lips. I shove my hands into my pockets, wishing things were different. Kinsley West is proving to be more challenging to penetrate than I thought. She’s stubborn as fuck and doesn’t take shit from anyone, and she can also kick some serious ass. I watched her train for the past two hours through the large storefront windows. What Iwouldn’t give not only to fuck her into the next century but also to go hand-to-hand with her on the mat.
I run my fingers through my hair. Fuck me to hell. I don’t think she could take me, but that’s only because I have my size going for me. But fuck, if she wouldn’t give me a run for my money and make it fun as hell. Most of her moves are old school, her weapon skills are like nothing I’ve seen before, and her focus is unwavering.
I knew who she was the moment I confronted her on her first day at Monarch. But if I didn’t, after I crept up on her tonight and studied her moves, as well as admired the lines of her body when she delivered each strike with deliberate precision, I would have known right away. Only one other fighter I know fought like that, and he’s dead.
She’s been trained by one of the best, and her skills are fire on so many levels. I have no doubt she could kick most of the fighters’ asses I know. Even with their cunning ways, her skills would no doubt have them on their knees, begging for mercy and tapping out.
Her father didn’t deserve what he got. It kills me every time I look into those sad blue eyes and see her pain shining through them like a beacon. She thinks it’s invisible, but she can no more hide her anguish than I can hide my regret for what happened that night. My little Ninja just hasn’t figured that out yet.
20
KINSLEY
Two days later,during biology my phone vibrates with a string of texts. A name I haven’t heard from in weeks flashes across the screen. Adam. He’s my insider to the UG fights. After what happened at the last one, I wasn’t sure if I’d ever hear from him again. I texted him last week to see if he knew anything coming up, but he never responded. I don’t blame him. Hell, he probably thought I lost my damn mind.
Unable to wait until the end of class, I read the messages and freeze.
Adam:
UG coming
That’s all it says and all I need to know… for now. I’m hoping when he knows more, he’ll tell me—like when and where the fight will be. Because I’ll be there.
This tiny piece of insight leaves my head in the clouds for the rest of class.
I wish that were the only reason for my lack of focus. Since I pulled out of the dojo’s parking lot, I’ve barely been able toconcentrate on anything or anyone that isn’t Edge. My thoughts have found little reprieve from the way his warm mouth felt on my neck, his rough hand sliding up my thigh, or his breath against my skin. Since then, he’s made a point of ignoring me. Conflicted feelings come and go as frequently as the tide. That kind of attention from him is the last thing I need. But when I try getting my body on board, she wants to bitch slap my head into next week.
Now, I need to be patient until I hear from Adam. Yeah, my focus is shot.
Brielle has been especially distant. None of her friends have even looked my way. I guess I’m not as easy a target as they expected. Unfortunately, it took my motorcycle and her car seat to make that point clear.
