“What about your car?”
She shrugged again. “By morning he’ll be so enamored with my pussy that he won’t care that I told a little fib to get him to fuck me. He’ll bring me back for my car.”
“Is she for real?” Carrie rushed out in disbelief, glancing my way.
“Maybe her pussy is gold plated,” I mumbled, finishing up my last table. The thought of her and Rebel fucking wasn’t an image that I wanted in my head, but it was there, very real, and taunting me. I couldn’t wait to get out of there. I tried to convince myself that I didn’t care who Rebel took home, but the truth was that I did. “Well, ladies, I’m done for the night.” I wasn’t looking forward to walking home in stilettos.
“Have a good weekend,” Carrie said as I walked away. “Tell Della I hope she’s feeling better.”
Like Della, I was off the next two days, thank God. Maybe she would feel up to spending the day at the spa like we’d talked about, or, if not, the beach. I intended to relax and rejuvenate on my days off, especially after the grueling week I’d had. I dropped my cleaner and rag off in the storage closet and washed my hands, and then I pushed my way out the back door with the intention of walking the short trek home.
I’d taken half a dozen steps from the building when I heard, “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”
I spun around with a shriek, my hand flying up to cover my heart. I recognized Rebel’s voice, but I couldn’t see him. I narrowed my eyes against the darkness, finally seeing the glitter of his sharp eyes as he slowly stepped forward into the light. His rugged expression gave nothing away of what he was feeling or thinking. The fact that he’d obviously forgotten that I’d needed a ride home pissed me off.
“Unless your bike has room for two more, I’m walking home.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
I slapped my hands onto my hips. “How quickly you forget. Lola? You’re taking her home, and then, according to her, fucking her.” I turned to walk away, but his laughter stopped me. I clenched my teeth to fight the tears that were stinging my eyes.
“Jealous?”
He was a cruel bastard. “No. Tired. And you have to care about someone to feel jealousy.”
“If I remember correctly, my exact words to her were, ‘One of us will get you home.’”
“Well, she thinks it’s you.”
He snorted. “She just wants dick, doesn’t matter from which one of us it comes from. I think Jace is going to oblige her. He’s waiting for her out front. Now get on my bike, unless you’d rather go with Jace.”
I raised my chin, angry at his indifference. I had a feeling that Rebel was playing with me, and I didn’t like it one bit. “Maybe I would.”
That seemed to snap him out of his coldhearted disposition. I heard the sound of a low growl, and my eyes widened as I searched the darkness surrounding us until I realized that the sound had come from him. “Don’t test me, angel.” His words were sharp and to the point, and held a threat that I didn’t want to contemplate.
I thought that he had a lot of nerve to lay down the law to me. He had no control over me. I threw his words back at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He took a step closer to me. “It means that you won’t be riding on the back of another brother’s bike. It means that I’ll be the only one bringing you to work, and taking you home.” He stopped too closely, causing a shiver to run over me. “It means that until your debt is paid, you belong to me.”
He couldn’t be serious! The absurdity of his assertion made me want to laugh. He had to be joking, right? “You’re crazy!” I laughed softly. But Rebel didn’t laugh. In fact, his expression hadn’t changed in the slightest bit to show that he wasn’t serious.
The back door opened and his friend Jace stepped out. He must have been in the restroom while we’d been cleaning up. He paused for a minute and lit a cigarette, and then his eyes moved back and forth between Rebel and me.
“Am I interrupting something?”
Rebel shook his head. “Naw. I thought you were taking blondie home.”
Jace chuckled deeply. “I was gonna, but the lady took me to the bathroom. I’m not really into blonds, but she has a talented mouth and a tighter pussy. Got me off twice in less than twenty.”
I wasn’t sure that I wanted to hear how good Lola was in the sex department, but it appeared that both men had forgotten that I was there.
“I have to say, she was expecting you, brother.” He took a long drag on his cigarette. “But once she saw the size of my dick …” He trailed off, leaving the rest to our imaginations.
Rebel laughed.
I’d had enough.
“Jace—” He turned his attention my way. “Would you mind giving me a ride home?” I ignored Rebel’s warning growl. “I can pay you.”
Jace’s mouth curled up at the corners. “Well, darlin’, I wouldn’t normally turn down a pretty woman, but the warning snarl I just got from your man tells me that if I put my hands on you there’ll be trouble.”
“He’s not my man,” I said stubbornly, shooting what I hoped was my own warning look to Rebel. But he didn’t look worried in the least.
Jace shrugged. “Maybe not, but you’re his woman, and Rebel and I go way back. I’d never fight a brother over a woman.” He took a last drag of his smoke and flicked the butt away. “Sorry, darlin’.” A thin stream of smoke filtered out of the corner of his mouth. Then he and Rebel exchanged a look, one that conveyed a silent message that only they understood. “See you in the morning, brother.”
Rebel acknowledged him with a subtle lift of his chin, and Jace walked around the building to the front parking lot. “What’s happening in the morning?”
“Club business.” Short and to the point.
I frowned, thinking about the Red Devils. “What club do you belong to now?”
“I’m a nomad, angel. Just like Jace and Moody. We do jobs for whatever MC needs us. Come on.” He grasped my upper arm and led me to his bike. “I need to get a few hours of sleep before I meet them.”
“So I take it that you’re staying at my place again tonight?” I waited for him to mount his bike before getting on behind him. It irked me that he didn’t even ask me if it was okay for him to stay at my place.
“Yep. We can deduct it from your debt.” He made sure that my arms were snug around him, my hands linked at his lower belly, and then he started his bike.
Only once on the way home did he reach back and jerk me closer, and then let his hand clamp down on my naked thigh. He gave it a squeeze before releasing it, and then we were at my apartment. By then I was tingling all over from a combination of Rebel’s body heat and the constant vibration of the bike between my thighs. I supposed that he was used to it, but it was torture for me. With a shock, I realized that I wanted to come.
“Home sweet home.” Rebel reached back and assisted me off of the bike.
I stood waiting for him to dismount, but he sat for a minute, staring straight ahead. He seemed to be thinking deeply about something. There was a tic in his tight jaw, as if whatever it was that was going through his mind was unpleasant. His silhouette was strong and compelling, and for some reason I wanted to reach up and smooth away the unspoken worry on his face. I swallowed apprehensively as the silence between us became unnerving, wondering how long we would remain standing there, and then suddenly the sky opened up, drenching us within seconds.
Rebel dismounted his bike before I even had the chance to take off running. He was a couple of steps behind me when I stumbled in my stupid heels. With a squeal, I felt myself falling, but then he was there, his strong hands catching me around the waist. He half-lifted, half-pushed me under the protective overhang of the building. Laughing, soaking wet, I found myself being spun around, and then my back was up against my door. Rebel moved in close until we were flush, fitting his hard body against my softer curves. I froze, barely able to breathe, as he lowered his mouth to mine.
I opened my
mouth to his instantly, meeting the thrust of his tongue with a moan of desire. Heat immediately consumed me, and I brought my arms up and linked them around his neck. He groaned low at my submission, grinding his hard cock into me as I fingered the hair at the back of his neck. His kiss was rough and persuasive, leaving my body on sensory overload. I felt wetness pool in my panties, my clit throbbed, and I tried to close my legs to appease the building ache there. Rebel’s hands twisted in my wet hair as he ground his mouth against mine.
The feel of his hands opened up a volcano of need inside of me. Rebel didn’t just touch me, his hands explored my curves with a hunger that was almost frightening. The heat of his palms cupped my breasts, his thumbs flicking at my already erect nipples, before he covered the full mounds and squeezed them almost too roughly. His deep groan revealed that his control was slipping. I whimpered with pleasure when his hands glided down my sides, then back up to caress my breasts again.
Our lower bodies thrust against each other, straining toward something just out of our reach. In spite of the clothing between us, it felt good. Really good. I ran my hands over Rebel’s wide shoulders and down his super defined biceps, clenching my nails into his flexing muscles beneath his t-shirt. The man took care of himself, he was hard as a rock, everywhere. I could feel the size and power of his thick thighs against me and the way that they tightened when he ground his cock into my soft belly.
I was fully engrossed in what he was making me feel. I was so wet and needy between my legs that nothing else mattered, not the storm, or the fact that we were still outside where anyone could see us. Darkness was beyond the dim yellow light that was flickering just outside my door, but it might as well have been a floodlight. The longer Rebel kissed me, the weaker I grew.
I needed him.
I wanted him more.
So it surprised me when I found the strength to plant my palms against his chest and push him away. We were both out of breath, our hot breaths mingling where our lips were poised, wet and swollen. Rebel was a lot taller than me, but he’d remained bent at a level that put our faces within inches from each other. My pulse was racing wildly, and I clutched the material over his pecs to remain on my feet.
“That was some fucking kiss,” he rasped, his nostrils flaring.
“It was intense,” I agreed, trying to slow down my breathing. Lightning lit the sky, the bolt that flashed across the sky reflecting in our eyes. Suddenly, both of us realized the urgency that we had to get inside.
“Let’s go inside.” He dug for something in his pocket, the key, and pushed me in ahead of him.
I heard him close and lock the door behind us, continuing further inside. “I’m going to get a quick shower.” I would do that, and then check on Della before turning in.
“Running, angel?” I heard his hoarse, amused tone behind me.
Damn him, he knew what he was doing to me!
So yes, I was running.
It was called survival.
Chapter 13
Ginger
I headed straight to the bathroom but the shower was doing nothing to cool the fire of need that was simmering in my blood, especially after the sultry kiss that Rebel had given me outside of my apartment. Damn him! He had a lot of nerve kissing me like that, and getting me all worked up. True, I was the one to blame for walking away once we were inside my apartment, but he could have come after me. Every woman wanted to be chased by the man she desired, didn’t they? I’d intended to take a quick shower because of the lightning that was crackling outside of the window, but before I knew it my hands were gliding over my lathered body with a new purpose.
I needed to come.
My pussy was still buzzing from the bike ride and from being pressed close to Rebel’s hard body.
I told myself that those were the reasons I was burning, and not Rebel’s hot kiss.
I stepped beneath the spray and closed my eyes, letting my hands explore the pleasure points that would get me off. I palmed and squeezed my breast and pinched my nipple, while my other hand zeroed in on my pulsing clit. I wasn’t surprised to find it swollen and throbbing, the flesh surrounding it slick. A little moan escaped me as I ran the tip if my finger up and down my slit, gathering the thick moisture there and bringing it up to my nose. All the while pretending that it was Rebel’s hands on my body. I inhaled the arousal on my finger deeply, and then opened my mouth for a taste.
A deep, almost painful groan tore through the erotic moment that had been meant to be private, and my eyes flew open. I sucked in my breath, finding the shower curtain open and Rebel standing before me, eating me up with his predatory eyes. The fire in his eyes burned me where they touched, the raw hunger on his chiseled face exposing his intense arousal. For a second he reminded me of a wild and ferocious animal getting ready to claim his mate.
And we all knew what it was like when an animal claimed its mate in the wild.
It was dangerous.
It was breathtaking.
It was unpredictable.
It was ruthless.
Rebel was naked. His cock was long, hard, thick, and curved upwards. Pre-cum filled the slit, and I licked my lips. I’d never given a blowjob before, but suddenly it seemed like something that I wanted to try. Another groan erupted from Rebel when he fisted his cock and he began to jerk it. The whole time his eyes were intense on me, on my mouth. I licked my lips again.
“Fuck, come here,” he growled, reaching for me at the same time.
He curled a hand around the back of my neck and pushed me to my knees, directly in front of his bobbing cock. I pushed his hand aside so that I could take it, and began to move my hand up and down as he’d been doing. His thick thighs tensed and he rocked back on his heels, a deep rumbling sound moving up his throat. I leaned forward and tentatively licked at the rounded head, catching the pearly-white cum on my tongue. It was hard to explain what that first taste was like, but it wasn’t unpleasant. I glanced up at Rebel, our gazes locked as I slowly closed my mouth over him.
“Oh, fuck!” he snarled, closing his eyes and dropping his head back. “Suck it good, angel.”
I intended to. I was enjoying the power that I seemed to have over him, and I wanted more. So I moved, swallowing as much of him as I could. Rebel was huge, and my pussy seized, remembering how he had felt. Recalling all the wonderful things he’d done to me with his tongue and mouth, I explored his hardness, marveling at the taste and texture, and in some small way, Rebel’s body betrayed itself when I discovered a particular spot that gave him extra pleasure. A tiny twitch, his hands clenching tighter in my wet hair, a hiss and a groan, all gave him away.
I pressed my lips tightly around his cock, swirling my tongue over the interesting bumps and ridges that lined its hard surface. A particular spot that I discovered directly beneath the thick ridge of skin circling his bulbous head caused Rebel to react with more than one tell. He hissed, thrust his cock further down my throat, and held me tight against him. His whole body grew taut in that moment, and then he gradually relaxed.
“You’re fucking good at this,” he murmured, beginning to thrust back and forth. The hand at the top of my head began caressing, more than pushing me in the speed that he wanted me to go.
I caught on quickly as to what a blowjob was all about, surprised to find that giving Rebel pleasure also gave me pleasure. A needy ache was ever present between my thighs, I could actually feel my clit throbbing. With one hand tight around the part of the cock that I couldn’t swallow, my free hand didn’t hesitate to find my clit. A whimper escaped me when I first brushed against it, it was so slick and sensitive.
Rebel must have heard me. I glanced up when I sensed him looking down at me. “Rub your little clit, angel,” he encouraged, his thrusts picking up speed. “Make yourself come.” His hand tightened in my hair.
I sucked his cock hard, sticking the tip of my tongue into the slit every time I glided to the head. On the way back to the root I lightly scraped my teeth along the length, feeli
ng the quiver run through Rebel that he couldn’t seem to control. Once I’d reached the root, buried in a carpet of springy hair, I took a second to lick his balls.
“Holy fuck!” he swore. I guess he hadn’t been expecting that. His hand twisted painfully in my hair and he began to control the speed and depth of his thrusts. I learned quickly that when I felt the head of his cock hit the back of my throat to swallow, using my throat muscles to squeeze him tightly. “Jesus!” Rebel groaned, fucking my mouth so fast that his balls were slapping against my chin with a noise. “Suck, baby! Suck!”
I was, for all it was worth. And I was rubbing and pinching my clit, chasing my own release. It wasn’t far away, climbing at a rate that I couldn’t keep up with. Harsh breathing surrounded us as he panted loudly, while both of us reached for that tiny pinnacle of pleasure that would explode into body quakes of mindless, earth-shattering ecstasy.
“Oh, God!” I cried out, reaching the peak before it dropped off like a roller coaster ride. As an orgasm racked my body, Rebel grunted and held himself to the back of my throat, coming like a geyser. Warm, thick cum slipped down my throat, and I kept sucking, wanting every drop of his essence.
For a minute we were both convulsing out of control and sounding out our pleasure. As my orgasm waned I put my hands on Rebel’s thick thighs, feeling the occasional shudder that gripped his muscles. I kept his cock in my mouth, leaning against him with post sexual bliss.
“Fuck, angel, I’m sorry,” he rasped after a few minutes. “I didn’t have time to pull out.”
I smiled around his soft flesh and released it to look up at him. “Does that mean that I’m good?”
“Fuck‒” He reached down and hauled me to my feet. The next thing I knew, Rebel had stepped into the shower with me. “I’ve never lost control like that.”
That knowledge was empowering. “That’s the first time I’ve ever, um, done something like that.” As soon as the words were out I regretted the admission, but it was too late to take them back now. Besides, I wanted him to know the truth.
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