by KL Fast
Copyright
Rebel (An America’s Sweetheart Short Story)
By KL Fast & MK Moore
© KL Fast & MK Moore 2019 Flirty Filth Publishing.
All Rights Reserved
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The use of actors, artists, movies, TV shows and song titles/lyrics throughout this book are done so for storytelling purposes and should in no way be seen as an advertisement. Trademark names are used editorially with no intention of infringement of the respective owner’s trademark.
This book is intended for adults only. Contains sexual content and language that may offend some. The suggested reading audience is 18 years or older. I consider this book as Erotic Adult Romance.
ASIN: 9781093836462
Cover created by KL Fast
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Contents
BLURB
1. Special Agent Sebastian “Bash” Morris
2. Mila McShane
3. Bash
4. Rebel
5. Bash
Epilogue
Epilogue
About the Author
Acknowledgments
Other Books By KL Fast
About the Author
Acknowledgments
Other books by MK Moore
Dedicated to those who love someone they know they shouldn’t…Taboo is hot for a reason.
*Rebel is an exaggerated tale of the hotness that is the Secret Service.
How can Bash serve you today?
BLURB
Mila McShane, Secret Service code-named Rebel, very much lives up to her name.
Bash Morris will do anything to protect her. It's his job, but sometimes working in such close proximity leads to more. Taming the rebel is just the beginning.
This is what happens when a good girl meets the man of her dreams.
This is it, no waiting.
Loving the headstrong daughter of the President of the United States, who happens to be your boss, is the easy part.
Protecting her is harder.
This insta-love contains no drama and nothing but sexy good feels!
#SmutOnSmut #SorryNotSorry
1
Special Agent Sebastian “Bash” Morris
January 21st, 2021
This is my first day on my new assignment. I’ve only been in the secret service for five years. Prior to this, I was a Uniformed Division Officer and I patrolled the grounds of the White House. The newest president, which happily I voted for, Malina McShane, was sworn in this morning. She is currently dancing with her husband, fellow former Marine, Glenn McShane. Not only is she the first female president, she is also making history as the youngest one. At thirty-seven, she’s been married for eighteen years. She, nor her husband are under my immediate protection. My asset is one of the president’s two daughters. I was not on her detail during the election itself, so earlier tonight was the first time I met Mila. My Mila, she just doesn't know it yet.
Yesterday, I got all the details on the girl I would be protecting. I’ve stared at her photo more times than I care to admit. She is barely eighteen and she is gorgeous. Recently graduated from high school, just before Christmas. She’s attending Georgetown currently; Pre-med. Looks like I am going to college after all these years.
Her Inauguration Ball floor-length black dress is tight and sleeveless. Her dark hair is piled high and elegantly on her head. Her subtle makeup doesn’t cover her beauty. She makes my mouth water. It’s been years since I’ve even looked at a woman, but she blows them out of the water. At thirty-four, I am no stranger to life. I joined the Marines straight out of high school. After retiring, I joined the Secret Service and that brought me to this moment. To her. She does her duty and dances with older politicians, but her gaze keeps coming back to me, where it belongs. She has been refusing dances with younger guys and that causes me to smile. It’s like she knows that she is going to be mine.
Currently, she is playing the wallflower and getting a drink with her twin, Mina. They look as different as night and day. Mina’s agent, Colt, has been with her since the one hundred twenty days before the general election. Colt was in my unit in the Marines and it’s just pure luck that we basically are assigned the same duty now. As his best friend, I know for a fucking fact that he wants Mina, but he won’t do anything to jeopardize his job or his girl. He was on the First Kids detail with our last president, so with our previously differing positions in the service, we barely got to hang out. Since it’s common knowledge that Mila and Mina do almost everything together, Colt and I will be able to hang out while working for the most part.
“Hey, Secret Agent Man,” Mila says suddenly standing before me. Fuck, I’ve got to pay better attention.
“Do you need something, Rebel?” I say trying her codename for the first time. It sounds foreign to me.
“I’m ready to go home.”
“Do we need to wait for the rest of your family?” I ask, concerned.
“No. They are going to hit the next ball. My feet are killing me. Besides, people piss me off,” she says.
“Alright, Ma’am. I’ll have a car brought around.”
“Mila is fine. Please don’t call me ma’am.”
“Whatever you desire, Mila,” I all but growl at her. I see her shiver.
“Whatever I desire?” she asks. Her voice is breathy, and it goes straight to my balls.
“Whatever you want Mila,” I respond.
“What if I want something I shouldn’t?” she asks, batting her eyes at me. Fuck, I’ll give her whatever she wants, whenever she wants it.
“That can be arranged, Rebel.” I then turn from her slightly and speak so that my earpiece picks up my voice. “Rebel is ready to retire. Can I get a 10-77 on the 10-89?” I need an ETA on the car from my partner, Chaz, who stays with the car always. He actually requested that duty. I think he spends most of the time video calling his wife and their newborn, but I am not complaining. I don’t want him anywhere near Mila.
“One minute out,” Chaz responds.
“Rebel, 10-106 at 23:17,” I call out to my shift dispatcher.
“10-4, Agent Morris. Have a good evening.”
“At designated pickup location,” Chaz says advising me that he’s out front. I reach out and grab her arm. That was a fucking mistake. Her skin is so fucking soft, I can’t stop my thumb from rubbing small circles on it.
“Ready to go?” I ask her. Her eyes haven’t left mine, but I do remove my hand from her arm.
“Yep. I’m all ready,” she says tiredly. She does look exhausted, poor thing. All I can think about is stripping her down and rubbing her aches and pains away. I tense up when she uses my shoulder to steady herself as she pulls her sky-high black heels off. She hands me her shoes. I look down at them incredulously. Her feet are so small.
“I am not your servant, Rebel. What would it look like me holding these in front of the press?” I am going to carry them for her because I am a gentleman, but I want to watch her squirm.
“Oh, shit. I did
n’t think about that.” I imagine she didn’t. Her mother went from being the Mayor of Sojourn, Mississippi to the President of the United States with nothing in between. She isn’t used to thinking about the press yet. “I’m sorry. I totally know you aren’t my servant, by the way.” She holds her hands out to me to take the shoes back, but I move them to my other hand.
“Let’s go,” I say. She grins and we walk out of the ball down the long flight of outside steps, her cute toes peeking out from under her dress. The press shoots picture after picture of us as we descend the steps. I help her into the back of the SUV assigned for her use. Her and Mina no longer travel together. That was the source of some hassle earlier today since their day shift agents, both females, didn’t explain the way things work to them.
We drive through the capital to get back to the White House. On the grounds, she has no need for an up-close agent, so this is where I should leave her and head to my condo a few miles away, but I don't.
“Have a good night, Chaz,” I say as I help Mila out of the truck.
“You too, boss,” he says driving away.
“Will you walk with me in the garden?” she asks me.
“Walk with you in the garden?” I parrot back like an idiot.
“Yeah, the Jackie O. Garden,” she says giggling. That's not even what it's called, I think to myself. Its official name is the Jacqueline Kennedy Garden, it's on the east side of the residence.
“Sure. I can do that.”
“Yay. Thank you.”
“Give me a minute,” I say stepping away from her. I click my earpiece on. “Gina? I am calling in my 10-7,” I say. My out of service call is about fifteen minutes early tonight.
“Got it. 10-7 Agent 1057 at 00:04.”
“Thanks, Gina,” I say pulling the earpiece out of my ear and the battery pack from under my suit jacket. I watch as she sets her shoes and purse on the bench under the portico. I set my own things down and then she holds her hand out to me.
“So, the garden?” she asks.
“To the garden.”
I take her hand and our fingers entwine and lead her to the garden she wants to walk through.
“So totally off topic and weird question.” I quirk an eyebrow at her. “Is the whole garden under camera surveillance?”
Why on Earth is she asking me about that? Somewhere to take future trysts. Over my dead body.
“There are a few dark areas,” I answer her honestly.
“Take me there, Bash,” she says, smiling at me in a way that makes me believe this isn’t just one-sided lust.
Thank fuck.
2
Mila McShane
Secret Service code name: Rebel
Bash is seriously the sexiest man I have ever seen. The minute his warm brown eyes locked with mine I knew he was going to be my everything. I know that sounds crazy, but I grew up with parents who have been in love since they first saw each other, so I know what I am looking for. Mom, excuse me, Madame President, told me when she first met my dad that she knew they were going to be together forever. Dad always told me when I met the one that I will know in my heart the exact minute I see him. I thought they were crazy.
Fuck if they weren't right. The moment that I saw him, I knew beyond doubt that it was true. I have never even looked at guy before. I’ve too busy with studying for school and trying to make sure Mina didn’t do something crazy. I love my twin sister, but she has a wild side that I don’t.
All I have ever wanted is to get good grades and become a doctor which she thinks is hilarious because I really don’t like people. I would prefer to stay with in my room and study. Right now, all I can think about is Bash in between my thighs, making me scream his name. He grabs my hand and I lay my head against his shoulder as he walks us to the garden I have been dying to go to since we moved in a couple hours ago. The garden is dark with only the moon giving it a soft glow.
“Dance with me,” he says more as a command then a question. My heart flutters and I smile up at him.
“Okay.” The entire time I was at that stuffy ball I wanted it to be him I was dancing with. He pulls me into his arms, his hands going around my waist. My hands go to his chest just as he starts to hum “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran as we sway back and forth.
My eyes prickle with tears. Fuck, he is beyond perfect. He is singing to me in a garden seemingly content with me just being close to him.
“I have wanted you in my arms all day long, baby it's been hell keeping my hands off of you.” He stops moving pulling me flat against his hard body. His cock digs into my stomach. Holy shit.
“I’ve wanted to be in your arms all night, Bash.” He leans down until his lips are almost touching mine.
“I’m going to kiss you, Mila and then I’m going to kiss that little cunt of yours until your pussy cream drips down my beard.” I shiver.
“Are you going to make me yours, Bash?” I ask licking my lips.
“No,” he says tightening his hold on me. I frown momentarily. “My sweet Rebel I am going to make you my everything.” I look up at him.
“Your everything?” I ask quietly.
“Yes,” he growls. “My everything and I plan on being your everything as well.” I wrap my arms around his neck.
“Good, because you already are,” I say honestly, because crazy as it seems, it’s more than true. He groans and slams his sinful lips against mine causing me to moan. His hands go to my ass and he picks me up. I hear my dress rip as I wrap my legs around his waist, but I don’t give a fuck. I didn't like it anyways and the way his bulging cock rubs against my wet lace panties has me moaning even more.
He breaks away from my mouth and starts placing open mouth kisses down my neck.
“Fuck, I can feel your pussy cream soaking through my pants, baby. Your cunt is just begging for my cock,” he says nipping my neck right below my ear. I whimper and swirl my hip.
“Oh, God, yes. I want your cock in me and your mouth all over my body, Bash.” He walks us over to the gazebo placing me softly on one of the lounge chairs.
“I’ll give you all of that but right now I need to taste this sweet virgin pussy of yours.” How did he know? I blush, loosening my grip on him and he drops to one knee. “Spread your thighs, Mila. I want a taste of what's mine,” he says as he grabs my thighs pulling them apart, he drapes my leg over his shoulder. His strong callused hand gripping my thigh. “Put your foot flat on the chair baby.” I lean up on my elbows and do as he says.
“Like this?” I ask looking down at him.
“You’re fucking perfect, baby.” He leans forward and with his free hand grabs the front of my panties and rips them from my body. I gasp out loud from shock that he ripped my panties and the cold air that hits my overheated flesh “No more panties, Rebel. I don't like things getting in the way of what is mine.” He leans forward and runs his tongue up one of my pussy lips then around my clit before making his way down my other. His hands tighten and he growls.
“Oh God, Bash, that feels so good.” He grabs my other leg and throws his over his shoulder. His hands grab my ass lifting it off the chair and closer to his mouth. He flattens his tongue and slips it between my folds, causing my world to stop. “Oh My God...” I moan running my fingers through his hair and I start rocking my hips against his face. His hands tighten on my ass and he growls again. God, I love that sound. My head falls back onto my shoulders.
“Good girl. Cum for me,” he demands.
“Oh God, Bash, your mouth feels so good on my pussy,” I say, gasping as I feel my orgasm approaching. He sucks my clit into his mouth and nips it. I come apart in his arms my hand on my mouth trying to keep my screams from causing anyone to hear me.
I lay on the uncomfortable chair limp and breathing heavily as he stands up undoes his belt. He pumps his huge cock in his hand four times before his sticky cum lands on my still tingling pussy. Holy fuck, that was the hottest thing I have ever seen. He quickly tucks his still hard cock back in his pants. He then pi
cks me up bridal style my arms going around his shoulders.
“I need to be inside you but not out here. I am going to love you properly in a bed.”
“Okay, but hurry because my pussy is aching for your cock,” I say sucking on his neck. His growl goes all through me. He takes one of the tunnels from the garden to the interior stairs up to the residential suites. I bury my face in his neck, giggling as he practically jogs to my suite.
I can’t fucking wait to fully be his.
3
Bash
I can’t get to her room fast enough. My cock is hard, just for her. The depth of my feelings for her, this soon, this intense, is insane but I don’t give a fuck. The brisk pace I’ve set isn’t getting me there fast enough. Her sweet giggling has me even more on edge than I was eating her pretty pink cunt. I’ve never tasted anything so good. She tastes like innocence and sin all at once and I want it all over my tongue. Finally, we are standing outside her bedroom door.
“Once we go in there, you are mine. There is no going back.”
“Yep. I’m beyond prepared for that,” she says excitedly.
I open her bedroom door and look around. She is still kissing on my neck and fuck; I’ve got to be in her now. Her room is tastefully decorated, but there is nothing that reflects her personality, which isn't surprising since major changes aren't allowed. I set her down on the floor after kicking the door closed with my foot and immediately kick off my shoes. I lock the door and begin to shed my clothes quicker than I ever thought possible. I watch as she slowly pulls the zipper down the side of her dress. It pools at her feet and she is finally bared to me. I destroyed her panties; the scrap of fabric is currently in my pocket. Her perky tits didn’t need a bra in that fucking dress.
