Fuck.
I dropped my head, screwing my eyes closed to focus on the damn fight I was getting ready for.
“If you need a massage to work out those kinks,” a sultry voice came from my left, “then I’m available.” I turned to see a red-head wink at me, her lips the color of her skin-tight dress. I looked ahead at nothing, taking in a breath. “I’m good with my hands and other parts of me.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her licking her lips while looking down toward my dick. Without glancing in her direction, I said, “My girl can do all of that for me, and more.”
A pale hand snaked out, gesturing to the growing crowd, their voices carrying about who was going down tonight, and how much they had on the fight. “Is she here? Because I won’t tell if you won’t.”
“Go fuck yourself, lady, because I sure as hell won’t be.”
Red painted fingernails reached out toward my chest, and I flinched back, but even though she’d no longer be able to reach, her hand paused.
“Touch him, and you’ll lose those fingers.”
I spun toward the voice, surprised, and the tension I’d been carrying began to slip until I saw the fury in her green eyes.
“Who the hell are you?” The redhead snapped, her face twisted as she took in Kinsley’s appearance.
Tight, black leggings, a white shirt, and an oversized black hoodie, which I recognized right away. She looked so fucking good in it, I never wanted it back. I had to get another to replace it and fast.
“I’m the girl who can do all that and more,” Kinsley said, pumping her brows, the fire in her eyes not subsiding. “So, if you don’t mind, fuck the hell off away from my man before this place has an entirely different fight to bet on.”
The redhead folded her arms over her small, but pushed up, chest. “You don’t own him—he can decide for himself,” she said, her head moving side to side. “And, sweetie, I can give him a hell of a lot more than you can.”
Kinsley looked pointedly to the woman’s chest. “You mean those bee stings?” She threw her head back and laughed, and people started turning in our direction. “Sweetie,” she said in the fucking scariest calm tone I’d heard come out of a woman’s mouth. “I’ve seen bigger tits on the cover of Men’s Weekly.” Snickers and chuckles came from the people near us. “And that ass? Hell, I’ve seen more curves on a fucking crêpe.” Kinsley turned to me. “But you can decide for yourself, right, Quinn?”
I smiled so wide I couldn’t help flashing her my pointed teeth. “Baby, I only have eyes for you.”
Kinsley stepped into my space, ran her hands over my chest, and up the back of my head, gripping my hair. She pulled me down to her ear.
“What are you doing here?” I asked before she could say anything.
“My pretend boyfriend fucked me, then ghosted me, so I think I have a fucking right to show up, wouldn’t you say so?”
“Kinny,” I sighed, gripping her waist.
“Don’t you fucking Kinny me,” she snapped next to my ear. “I’ve just done you a favor by getting flat-chested Barbie off your case, so when you’re done here, I’ll be waiting so you can fucking explain to me why I feel so cheap,” she growled.
“You what?”
“Don’t play stupid, Quinn. Go do your fighting thing, then come see me, and I swear to God it better be good.”
She turned to leave, but I grabbed her wrist, pulling her back. “Kiss me,” I said, not looking away from her.
“You’re joking, right?”
“You just came here, showed everybody I’m yours, and you’re going to leave just like that?”
She glanced around, and when she spotted Miley’s crew, more people from campus, and a few of the professors, she turned back. “I think I should publicly break up with you instead. Give these ladies what they came for.”
“Kinny, don’t,” I snapped. “We can talk about this later, just don’t do that.” When I thought she was going to pull away, she pressed up against me, tracing the clawed scar tattoo on my chest with her fingers, the warmth of her touch making me shiver.
“And now I feel less than cheap.” Her lips slammed against mine, her tongue entering my mouth, tasting me. I reached up to the back of her head, running my fingers through her loose hair. Her words didn’t get past me, and with every nip of her teeth, swipe of her tongue, another knife twisted in my gut.
My intentions had never been to make her feel that way, and I had to fix my major fuck up before it was too late, or I was no better than the bastards who did shit like that on purpose.
Kinsley
I pulled away from Quinn, my lips swollen, and my heart thundering in my chest. I pushed off from his torso and turned away, not wanting him to see my face. I lifted the hood and threw it over my head, the same way I’d managed to get through the crowds undetected, and got the hell out of that barn.
It’d been easier than I thought to find out about the place. One well-timed hint was all it took for Miley to spill.
I sat at the lunch table with Miley, waiting for the perfect time to ask questions. “So, Quinn’s got a fight,” I said, taking a deep breath like the worried girlfriend I was supposed to be. After our night together, I hadn’t heard anything from him, and as the days passed, my temper had reached new heights.
“Yeah. Don’t worry, though, Kinsley, he knows what he’s doing.” She winked at me with a massive grin on her face, the kind that said she knew more than what she was letting on.
Has she slept with him, too?
I brushed off the thought.“He asked me to go and show support,” I lied. “But I don’t think I can do it.”
“Why don’t you come with me?” she asked. “I can be there if you need me.” She took out her phone and began scrolling.
I shook my head. “That would be good, but I think it’d be better if I took my car. That way, if it gets too much, I can leave without spoiling your night.”
“Of course. I’ll meet you there if you want,” she replied, not looking up.
“I don’t know that area, so could I follow you there? I’m worried about getting lost.” I waited for her to answer, to look up from her phone, but she didn’t. She continued scrolling, then typing, then scrolling some more.
“Clover Farm’s easy to find,” she said, turning her head as though looking at a picture. “Just don’t forget your five-hundred bucks to get in.”
Say what? Five-hundred dollars?
“Of course.”
It was then that Miley lifted her head. “But, I guess Quinn would’ve waived your fee, right?”
I shrugged. “He just asked me for support, Miley,” I replied, feigning ignorance in all things ‘Fight Club.’ “If I need to pay, then I will.”
Her eyes narrowed on me for a second, then her expression changed to the usual bubbly girl she always was. “Excellent. You’re gonna love it, I swear. The crowd isn’t mild by any means, so don’t go expecting people sitting nicely on chairs. They stand to the sides, pushing, yelling, screaming, and blood flies everywhere.” My stomach rolled at the thought of Quinn’s blood leaving his body, never mind ending up on somebody. Miley shrugged a shoulder. “You’ll see more than your fair share of girls trying to get into his shorts, too, but don’t let that get to you.” She smiled again, but this time, it didn’t meet her eyes. “I’m sure you understand, right?”