Rebel

by HELEN HARDT

  “I’m not wearing anything.” She let out a nervous chuckle. “Any perfume, I mean.”

  “I know. I smell you. I smell your arousal. You want me just as much as I want you.” I grabbed the firm globes of her ass.

  She let out a soft gasp.

  I massaged her ass softly, pushing my hard cock into the small of her back. “You feel that? I’m hard for you, Lacey. Rock hard. Tell me what you want me to do with that fucking hard cock.”

  “I want…” She moaned when I slid one hand up her side and then around in front to cup one firm breast.

  “Yeah? What do you want, baby?”

  “You. God. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

  All I needed. I slid her skirt up. Fuck. She was wearing a garter belt and stockings. I didn’t know women wore those in an office anymore. And it was fucking hot.

  And a thong. A pink lacy thong.

  Lacey. Maybe she wasn’t named after lingerie, but she was wearing it, lace and all. Her taut luscious body had been created for it.

  “I’m going to rip this off of you and shove my hard cock into that hot pussy.”

  She groaned.

  “Tell me you want it, baby. Tell me.”

  “God, yes. I want it.”

  With one yank, the pink thong was gone. I tossed it aside. Then I slid my fingers through her slick folds. God, so wet. I pulled my fingers out of her and ran them over my tongue. Mmm, sweet and tangy. If I weren’t so fucking hard, I’d bend down and bury my face between those gorgeous ass cheeks and suck on that tasty pussy.

  Next time. Not this time. This time would be fast and furious and delicious.

  I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans, releasing my erection. I slid it between her ass cheeks, teasing her.

  “Please,” she sighed. “I need you.”

  “Since you said please.” I stopped for a few seconds to roll on a condom and then thrust into her.

  She let out a low moan.

  Yeah, that husky voice that had made me horny when she was reading the will. That’s how I wanted to hear it, moaning as I fucked her.

  “Feed good, baby? You like that?”

  She inhaled sharply. “God, yes.”

  I pulled out and slid back in balls deep. Already my nuts were tightening, crushing to my body. This wouldn’t take long.

  But I wanted it to. Screw fast and furious. I wanted to fuck her long and slow and deep.

  I pulled out and plunged in again. God, sweet suction. I wanted to touch her clit, rub it, make her come, but I couldn’t in this position.

  “Play with yourself, baby,” I whispered into her ear. “Make it feel good.” I grabbed her hand and led it around her front and under her skirt. “I’m not going to last long. You have such a tight cunt. I want to come inside you. Fill you up.”

  “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said on a sigh.

  “Believe it, baby. Feel me. This is real. Feel me fucking you right here in your office.”

  6

  Lacey

  I still couldn’t believe it.

  This wasn’t me. Lacey Ward didn’t do things like this. She didn’t have sex in her office, certainly not with some bad boy biker rebel, the son of her deceased client.

  He thrust in and out of me, and damn, I hadn’t been filled so completely since… Had I ever?

  He was huge, and the feeling of him inside me made me crazy. As if he were opening something that had previously been closed off to the world.

  I was hardly an innocent. I’d had a few relationships in my day, even a few casual fucks.

  But this…

  This was something I’d never had. Might never have again. And despite myself, I was enjoying the hell out of it. I touched my clit and—

  “Oh, my God!” The orgasm rolled through me like a tidal wave, and my legs wobbled like jelly.

  “Yeah, that’s right, baby. You come. Come for me. Come all over my hard cock. Fuck, I can feel you coming. You’re amazing, baby. Fucking amazing.”

  Thank God he was pushing me against my desk, or I wouldn’t have been able to stand. Still he pumped in and out of me, and now that my pussy had tightened up from the climax, it felt even better, as if he were tunneling through a narrow cavern that had never seen light before.

  “I can’t last much longer, Lacey,” Rock said against my neck, kissing it. “You’re so tight. I can’t— Fuck!” he roared.

  He pushed into me with such an urgency that I fell over onto my desk, my breasts hitting my blotter.

  I breathed in and out rapidly, trying to catch my breath, sadness sweeping over me that it was over.

  For it was over.

  This would never happen again.

  I didn’t do things like this.

  Rock touched my arms, gently pulled me up, and turned me around to face him. I couldn’t meet his gaze.

  He lifted my chin so I had no choice. “You’re incredible.”

  I didn’t feel incredible. A tug of war was raging inside me. Half of me wanted to slink away and hide in a cave of embarrassment. The other half of me wanted to rip the clothes off of his muscular body and start all over again.

  One orgasm, and I was usually done.

  I’d just had the most explosive orgasm of my life—fully clothed and in my office, no less—and I was ready to go again.

  I opened my mouth to speak but then shut it abruptly. What could I say to him? Tell him that the last ten minutes had been the most exciting in my life, but it could never happen again? Ever? Tell him I was sorry for acting so unprofessionally? Yes, I had been unprofessional. Ridiculously unprofessional. But sorry?

  No. I wasn’t sorry. Not the least bit.

  I cleared my throat and pulled my skirt down over my ass and thighs. Remarkably, my stockings and garter belt were still in place. In the corner of my eye, I could see the remains of my thong on the carpet.

  “It’s a shame to cover you back up,” Rock said, grinning.

  I cleared my throat again, trying—and failing—to think of something to say to defuse this situation. He discreetly disposed of the condom and the threads of my thong, and then re-buttoned his jeans.

  It’s a shame to cover you up too.

  The words were lodged in my throat, unable to emerge.

  I hadn’t even seen him. Only felt him. And suddenly it became of the ultimate importance to me to see his dick, to lay eyes on the instrument that had given me so much pleasure.

  Too bad that would never happen.

  “I must be better than I thought I was,” Rock said. “I seem to have rendered you incapable of speech.”

  If my cheeks weren’t already red as a stop sign, they sure as heck were now.

  “You going to say anything?”

  Once more, I cleared my throat. “I think we need to set up an appointment. Your father gave me explicit instructions for your takeover of the company. Not that I understand any of them as I’m not a corporate attorney, but Reid will. We need to nail down—”

  He touched my cheek ever so gently. Sparks shot through me.

  “The only thing I want to nail down, Lacey, is you. I want to fucking nail you again and again.”

  I gulped.

  “We just had sex,” he said. “Really good—albeit too damned short—sex. Are you going to acknowledge that at all?”

  “I have a job to do,” I said. “The fact that we just had sex—”

  “Not sex. Really good sex.”

  I closed my eyes and exhaled. “All right. Really good sex. Satisfied?”

  “For now,” he said with a lopsided grin. “But I want more of you, Lacey Ward. In a real bed. All clothes off. Hours and hours of dirty, nasty sex.”

  “I don’t…do that.”

  “Oh, yes, you do. No one as responsive as you are doesn’t have dirty, nasty sex.”

  Responsive? I was always responsive. At least I thought I was. Rock Wolfe had brought out a new level of responsiveness in me, though. I was still dripping wet for him. My nipples were still ha
rd. One orgasm—my best one ever, at that—hadn’t satisfied me. Had only left me wanting more.

  “Mr.— I mean…Rock. We have a lot of work to do. You have a lot of work to do. Your father—”

  “Fuck that bastard.”

  “Clearly, you and he weren’t close, but—”

  “No, we weren’t close. That’s putting it nicely.”

  “Still, the family is depending on you to do what’s right here. You have to take control of the company. Reid can help you. I’ll help you.”

  “What if I don’t want your help or Reid’s help? What if I want to go back to Montana and live my own damned life?” He grinned again. “In fact, you can come with me. I’m not even close to done with you yet.”

  What a life that could be. A life with Rock Wolfe in a secluded cabin in gorgeous Montana, riding on the back of his Harley…

  Until he was done with me. Until he found someone new who struck his fancy.

  Rock Wolfe would never be satisfied with just one woman. And I’d never be satisfied with a man for whom I wasn’t enough.

  I opened my mouth to speak, but a knock on my door interrupted me. I fidgeted with my skirt. My hair was in a ponytail, and I hoped it looked okay. I cleared my throat. “Yes?”

  Charlie opened the door. “Sorry to interrupt, Lacey, but the Wolfe siblings are still here, and they want to talk to their brother.”

  7

  Rock

  Lacey’s assistant was a hot little number—a curvy little brunette with dimples and gray-blue eyes. I’d be all over her in a minute normally. Right now, though, I didn’t feel so much as a spark. All I could think about was Lacey in her tight-ass suit and that delectable pussy underneath.

  Her lips were red and swollen from our kisses, and I couldn’t wait to have them around my cock.

  Oh, yeah. That was going to happen. Later today, if I had my way.

  “Fine,” Lacey said. “We’re done here. Rock, you need to see to your family.”

  Yeah, I suppose I had to deal with this. Fucking dick screwing me from the grave. I should have known.

  “I know you’re not happy with this situation,” Lacey continued, acting like we hadn’t just had a hot little fuck in her office. “But you do need to talk to them. You can use the conference room for as long as you like.”

  “Not unless you have a full bar in there,” I said.

  “It’s three p.m.,” she said.

  “It’s five o’clock somewhere. Where’s the nearest place I can get a stiff bourbon?”

  “There’s a bar in the lobby of this building,” she said.

  “Great. Come on.”

  She shook her head. “This is between you and your brothers and sister. I have work to do.”

  “Yeah, you do. With us. I’m not going through with this unless you come along. Don’t worry. You’ll get your full hourly rate.”

  “I wasn’t worried about that,” she said. “But I have an appointment on another case—”

  “You come along, or this isn’t happening.”

  She sighed. “Fine. Charlie, could you call Jimmy Trask and reschedule our four o’clock? I have some time tomorrow morning, I think.”

  Charlie nodded and left.

  “Let’s go, then,” she said, not looking me in the eye.

  “None of us is happy about this, Rock.” Reid downed his bourbon. “Believe me.”

  “Isn’t there some way we can contest this?” Riley asked Lacey.

  She shook her head. “Like I said before, the will is ironclad. Your father made sure of that. I tried to talk him out of this, but he was determined.”

  “Determined to ruin my life,” I said.

  “Clearly he was determined to ruin all of our lives,” Reid said. “This isn’t what any of us expected. We all thought I’d be in charge.”

  “Please. Take charge,” I said. “I’d love nothing better.”

  “I would if I could,” he said, “but you heard the attorney. We do it Dad’s way, or it all gets sold off.”

  “Then let’s sell it off,” I said. “The four of us split the profit. Sounds good to me.”

  “Weren’t you listening at all?” Riley said.

  Hell, no. I’d been dreaming of fucking Lacey Ward. A dream I’d just made a reality…and I wanted to repeat it. Badly.

  “The proceeds from the company and all the real estate go to charity,” Lacey said.

  “For God’s sake,” I said. “Which charity? The Wolfe Foundation?”

  “No. Your father figured if he left it to his own foundation, the four of you would find a way around his will. It will go to The Coalition for the Homeless.”

  Reid led out a sarcastic laugh. “Dad hated the homeless. Thought they were all losers.”

  “He’d rather give losers his fortune than his own kids,” I said, scoffing. “Unbelievable.”

  “He is willing to give it to his kids,” Lacey said. “As long as you take your place here. Look at it this way. Your father wanted you back in the family business. Back in the family fold.”

  “Bullshit,” I said. “That bastard never once tried to contact me after I left the state. He hated me, and he knew I’d hate this. He put me in the position of making or breaking everything for my brothers and sister. If I do what I want, my siblings lose. This was his last laugh. He didn’t do it to get me back in the family fold. He did it to punish me, and I hate him for it.”

  “You can’t hate a dead man, Rock,” my brother Roy said.

  Roy was usually quiet. This was only the second time I’d heard him speak since I got to town.

  “Yes, I can, Roy. I’ll hate him until the day I die and every day after that too.”

  “Turn the tables on him, then,” Lacey said. “Become CEO of the company and do a better job than he ever did.”

  Reid laughed again, and I darted him a stink eye.

  “Come on, Rock,” he said. “You don’t know anything about running a business.”

  “He’s right,” I said to Lacey. “I don’t know anything about it, and I don’t want to know.”

  “You’re going to have to, or you’re all screwed.”

  I didn’t give a shit if I was screwed. I didn’t want anything from Derek Wolfe. But my siblings deserved better. I turned to Reid. “Will you help me?”

  He nodded. “Not like I have a choice.”

  “Great. Then I’ll be the CEO in name only, and you can run the fucking business.”

  “No,” Lacey said. “You need to be involved in day-to-day operations. It’s—”

  “In the fucking will. Christ.” I raked my fingers through my hair. “Fine. I’ll do it, but only so the three of you aren’t screwed. The only one who’s screwed here is me, and that’s exactly how the fucker wanted it.” I signaled the waitress. “Another round here.”

  “Count me out,” Lacey said. “I have to get back up to the office.”

  “Hell, no. You’re done for the day.”

  “Uh…no, I’m not.”

  “You want me to do this? To become CEO of my father’s corporation? Then you’re going to help me.”

  “I’m happy to help in any way I can, but I’m a trusts and estates attorney, not a corporate attorney. I don’t have the knowledge or resources to help with this. The company has a full legal staff. They’ll be able—”

  “I want you.”

  “Rock,” Reid began.

  “You heard me. If that bastard is going to control me from beyond the grave, I will at least have the staff I want. You, Lacey Ward, will be my personal counsel. I’ll double whatever you’re making at the firm.”

  She reddened. “I’m not qualified—”

  “You’ll learn.”

  “Rock,” Reid said again. “This isn’t helping. We have a great legal staff, and I’ll show you the way around the company.”

  “That’s right. You’ll be the COO, Reid. Chief operating officer. That’s who really does all the work anyway, right? Did our esteemed father issue any other edicts?”
I nodded to Lacey. “What about Roy and Riley? Are they mandated to be involved?”

  She shook her head. “The only mandate is that you head up the company and take a day-to-day role.”

  “So if I do this, Roy and Riley can do whatever the fuck they want with their lives and still get their quarter share of everything?”

  “That’s correct,” Lacey said.

  “That asshole.” I downed my second bourbon.

  “None of us are happy about this,” Riley said. “If you want…I’ll stop modeling and work for the company. I’ll do my share.”

  I eyed my baby sister. She was beautiful, a female version of Roy, who was considered the best looking of the Wolfe brothers. And she had a successful career ahead of her as a model. I couldn’t take that away from her. Not after what she’d been through, what I’d tried like hell to protect her from. She hadn’t seen me in over a decade, but she was willing to make a sacrifice for me. I always knew I’d done the right thing all those years ago, trying to protect her, but her selfless gesture further cemented it.

  “No,” I said. “You do what you want to do. There’s no reason for all of us to suffer.” I turned to Roy. “You too. Keep working at your art. Someone’s bound to discover your talent someday.”

  “That’s big of you, bro,” Reid said.

  “You sound surprised,” I said. “Though you may think the worst of me for staying away all these years, I’m not a bastard like that jerk who fathered us. But I do have my condition. And that rests with Lacey.”

  8

  Lacey

  All eyes gazed at me.

  I wasn’t going to be Rock Wolfe’s tool. We had only just met, despite the quickie in my office, and he wasn’t going to drag me into this.

  “You come work for our company,” Rock said.

  “You’re nuts.”

  “I agree, Rock,” Reid said. “Lacey’s a great lawyer, but she’s an estate attorney. We have no need for her at the company.”

  “I told you. I’m hiring her as my personal counsel. She comes along or no deal.”