Rebels Advocate - COMPLETE BOX SET 1-4

by Sheridan Anne

  We come crashing into one another and our balls slam together, slightly off center, causing us both to rebound backward. Izzy flies off behind Rylee while I go completely the opposite way. I crash to the ground with a rush of air escaping me, and if I wasn’t laughing so hard, I’d probably be worried about the bruise that will be coming out on my thigh later.

  “What the fuck is going on in here?” Cole asks from the doorway with a very amused Caden standing beside him.

  “I call it ‘Swiss Ball Roulette’,” Rylee announces with a laugh that has her practically doubled over.

  Caden shakes his head and walks over to me. He offers me his hand and I happily take it. He hauls me to my feet before taking a step back away from me. “What are you guys doing here?” he asks the room.

  “Well,” Izzy says as Cole helps her to her feet. She rubs her thigh as she continues. “Cami’s here to give Jace a piece of her mind.”

  “Oh, shit,” Caden murmurs under his breath beside me.

  With that, Jace comes storming into the studio with his eyes already firmly on Cami. “What are you doing here?” he questions, clearly still very annoyed by the whole ‘date’ thing last night. Though, if only he knew how much of a failure it was, he’d probably be in a fit of laughter rather than turning one hundred shades of green with jealousy.

  She flies to her feet and practically runs to him with her face a complete mask of rage. “You,” she demands as she reaches him and slams her pointer finger into his chest. “How dare you pull that shit on me last night.”

  “Me?” he yells as he takes her pointer finger and removes it from his chest. “You’re the one going out with random guys.”

  “I have every right to go out with whoever the hell I want,” she yells at him. “It’s not like you’re going to date me.”

  “No, I’m not,” he tells her.

  “Then what’s your problem?” she says with fury as her face turns red with anger. “If you don’t want me then back off. Let me breathe. I’m not going to wait around for you forever. You need to make a decision, Jace. Either do something about it or let me go.”

  He stands silently, letting her unleash her fury on him and we all stand around, watching the show. Jace’s breath comes hard and he clenches his jaw as he looks down at her, clearly very pissed off. Though, I’m not sure what’s pissing him off more. It could either be the way she’s yelling at him, or what she’s actually saying. I’m not sure, but I do know that he’s completely lost.

  He continues staring for a moment, and then, with no warning, he reaches out and pulls her hard against him. Jace’s lips come crashing down on Cami’s and she gasps at the sudden intrusion, but it’s only a second later before she’s completely melting. Her fingers twist into his shirt as his dig into her waist, both desperate with need.

  A grin rips across nearly everyone’s faces.

  “It’s about fucking time,” Caden murmurs.

  I look up at him and scoff, “Right.”

  Jace pulls back from Cami and rests his forehead against hers. They both stand for the slightest moment with their eyes closed, trying to catch their breaths. Jace briefly presses his lips to hers once again before pulling right back and cupping her face in his hands. She looks up at him and waits for whatever it is he needs to say. “Move on, Cami. I’m no good for you.”

  Oh no.

  With that, he releases her and steps back with an absolute longing in his eyes. He turns and leaves the room.

  A gut-wrenching sob comes tearing out of Cami as her heart shatters. She silently falls to the ground and I can’t help but feel empty as I take her in. Rylee rushes into her side with Izzy and Cole while I stand completely immobilized.

  I look up at Caden and I’m hit with the realization that this is probably very similar to what I’ll end up doing to him. It’s clear he’s developing some sort of feelings for me. After all, he wouldn’t be treating me the way he does if he wasn’t. I’ll end up hurting him.

  This needs to stop.

  Chapter 11

  Imogen

  I sit in my living room with a cup of tea, wearing my dressing gown and feeling completely dead inside. Watching Cami’s heart break right before me has had me a mess all afternoon. I haven’t been able to think straight.

  I sent her a text checking in, but I think she just wants to be alone. Besides, I’m certain Rylee would be staying with her until the initial pain passes.

  I feel like an ass. If I hadn’t agreed to go down to Rebel’s then we might not have all gone down, yet I encouraged it and our actions have caused her heart to break.

  And then there’s Caden. I couldn’t put him through that. Though, who knows if he actually feels that way for me. I’ve just been assuming that he does, I haven’t actually had the balls to ask him about it.

  Hopefully, I’m just imagining things and we can continue having hot sex in random places. Though something tells me I’m wrong, and if I am, if he is developing feelings for me, then it needs to stop.

  Caden has been there for me since I was a kid. I couldn’t be the reason for him to suffer through pain. I just can’t. That would be unbearable.

  But then… what if I’ve got this all wrong? What if all these confusing thoughts I’ve been having about him are something else entirely? What if I’m making a big mistake by ending it? What if this has just been a long drawn out beginning that’s supposed to have an incredible ending?

  Fuck. I can’t go there.

  A knock sounds at my door and I look across at it in confusion. It’s nearly midnight. Who the hell would be knocking on my door?

  I hit the button on my phone to light up the screen. Usually, Caden would send me a text before coming over in case I was out or already in bed. It’s not him, but then it could be. I mean, he could have just forgotten to text, or maybe he did and my phone is broken. It wouldn’t be the first time. I don’t know, but it’s the only possible scenario as to who could possibly be at my door in the middle of the night.

  I get up off the couch and make my way across to the door. I look through the peephole first, just to make sure, as you can never be safe enough, especially as a young woman living in an apartment complex by herself.

  I’m shocked to see Rylee standing on the other side of the door and I quickly open the door. “What are you doing here?” I question. “You realize it’s the middle of the night, right?”

  “Yeah,” she says as she remains hovering in the doorway, making me think this is going to be a quick visit. “Sorry to bombard you like this. I’ve just been dealing with Cami and I’m completely drained, but I just really need to get this off my chest.”

  My eyebrows furrow. What could she possibly have to say to me that couldn’t wait until the morning? “Do you want to come in?” I ask.

  “No,” she says. “This won’t be long.”

  “What’s going on, Rylee?” I question.

  She presses her lips together as she focuses on me and I see a slight anger behind her eyes. “I know that there’s something going on between you and Caden.”

  My eyes widen in shock. Shit. How the hell does she know? I haven’t breathed a word to anyone and I sure as hell know Caden hasn’t either. “Um…”

  “Don’t try to deny it,” she says. “I see the way you look at each other. It’s like you have a dirty secret.” She holds up her hands, stopping me from speaking out. “I don’t want to know the details of your little fuck fests. I get it, sometimes shit just happens, what I don’t get is you two lying to Cole about it.”

  “I…”

  “Just hear me out first, ok?”

  I nod my head and let her continue. “Cole is my person and I plan on spending the rest of my life with him. So, you need to know that I will never lie to him or hold back information when I think it’s right for him to know. I’m sorry if this is coming across really harsh, but I’m emotionally exhausted after being with Cami and you need to know that if you guys don’t tell him, then I will.”

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sp; I swallow back fear as she continues.

  “I love both of you guys and if whatever you are doing makes you happy, then that’s great, but you’re both betraying his trust as a brother and a friend by being together. You need to come clean and because I love you and value our friendship, I’m going to give you the chance to do it yourself.”

  I hang my head a let out a breath. “I know,” I tell her. “I’ve been meaning on telling him. I just knew that the second I do, he’ll make me end it with Caden.”

  “So, you guys are actually together?”

  “No,” I correct her. “We’ve just got something good going.”

  “Right. I’ve got it,” she says with a nod. “But just so you know, sex between friends never ends well.”

  “I know. I’m dreading it,” I tell her.

  “Ok, well, I better go,” she tells me. “Again, I’m sorry if I sound like a raging bitch. Know that I absolutely love you, but Cole is going to be hurt when this comes out and that really pisses me off.”

  “I understand,” I tell her.

  “Alright,” she says before leaning in and giving me a tight hug. “Let me know if you need to talk about it, ok? I’m always here for you.”

  I nod my head once again and before I know it, she presses a kiss to my cheek and disappears down the hallway.

  I close the door with my mind an absolute mess. This is not good. Now I’m not just ending it because I’m scared of hurting Caden, now I’m terrified of hurting my brother too. Shit, he’s going to lose his fucking mind.

  Fuck. Poor Caden. I’m going to get yelled at, but Caden is really going to cop it. There’s going to be fists flying and Caden is just going to stand there taking it all.

  I don’t know how, but I manage to walk back from the door and sit myself down on my couch. I pick up my phone and start hashing out a text to Caden.

  Imogen – We need to talk.

  Chapter 12

  Caden

  Imogen – We need to talk

  Shit. That couldn’t be good.

  I’ve been looking at her text for the last few minutes. I woke up this morning to find it there waiting for me and my stomach sank. I’ve never gotten a text like that from her before so it could only be bad.

  I hit reply

  Caden – What are you doing?

  Imogen – Nothing. Just at home.

  Caden – I’m coming over.

  Without waiting for a reply, I get myself up and ready and head out the door. I pull up at her apartment building not long after and make my way up to her place. I knock on the door but get no response.

  I turn the door handle and stick my head through the door. “Imogen? You here?”

  “Yeah,” comes her reply from down the hall. “I’ll just be a minute. Make yourself comfortable.”

  Well, I don’t need to be told twice. With my stomach growling at me, I head over to her fridge and see what she has on offer. I search the shelves and am honestly very disappointed, clearly, she’s neglected to do the grocery shopping this week.

  I find what looks like a green dip, possibly an avocado dip and grab it before searching her cupboards for some crackers. I grin as the yummy bastards stare back at me from their shelf in the cupboard and I grab them too.

  Just as Imogen had said, I make myself comfortable on her couch and put my feet up while I get stuck into my dip and crackers. The avocado dip tastes a bit funny, but it’s still good, so it’s not long before I annihilate every last bite. Though, it really doesn’t do much to satiate the hunger within.

  I’m about to get up and go searching for my next meal when Imogen appears in the hallway in a silk robe that has me drooling with a completely different type of hunger. “Hey, kid,” I grin as I take her in.

  Her eyes land on mine with an intense fire as she walks towards me. She climbs onto my lap and straddles me. Her hands go to the tie holding her robe together while mine slide up the back of her thighs, pushing the fabric up with it in my need to get to her ass.

  She bits her bottom lip before gently leaning forward and taking my lips in hers. I kiss her eagerly as my hands grab and squeeze her ass. She pulls up and watches me with need. She unties the robe and lets it fall open to reveal her naked body beneath. “I think it’s about time you stop calling me kid,” she murmurs as she takes my hand from her ass and rests it against the soft skin of her thigh, giving me free reign to explore.

  My eyes roam over the goddess before me and I realize she’s right. I’ve been calling her ‘kid’ since we were young, but looking at her now, at the way she’s able to bring a grown man to his knees, ‘kid’ is no longer appropriate. Vixen. Feisty. Sexual Demoness. That’s more like it.

  “What would you prefer?” I murmur as my hand travels up the skin of her waist, sending goosebumps all over her as she closes her eyes with desire.

  “Hmmm,” she moans before slowly opening her eyes. “Your fucking queen.”

  Shit, that’s hot. Just watching her calling herself my queen nearly has me blowing my load before she’s even touched me. I pull her in harder. I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside her. I need to dominate her body. I need to hear her screaming out my name.

  I push the silk off her shoulders and she gets shivers at the way the fabric slides down her skin. It’s like an erotic dance watching her skin come alive at my touch.

  She pulls my shirt up over my head before coming down into me and pressing our skin together. My jeans are slid down my legs and she instantly lowers herself down onto me.

  With our bodies still pressed together, she moves up and down my length, sending us both into a world filled with ecstasy. I wrap my arms around her back and hold onto her as she continues to ride me.

  She lifts her head and kisses me with need and I feel a connection with her that I’ve never felt before. Our sex has always been hot and heavy, but this is different. This is sensual and erotic. It’s more about being with another person than getting your rocks off, and I have to admit, I fucking love it.

  My hand roams down her back and grabs her ass once again. She’s got me right on the edge and the more I inhale the scent of her skin on mine, the closer I get to losing it. I’ve been craving this connection with her since we started sleeping together and I wonder why the hell it’s coming now, but I’m not going to complain.

  Having a connection with the other person always makes it that much better, and I’m not going to lie, it’s fucking astronomical with Imogen and has me thinking thoughts that I shouldn’t be. Is she finally starting to come around? Has she been considering an ‘us’?

  My hand slides across her ass and down the center of her crack. I press my finger right against her ass and she pushes back into me, wanting more. She’s not afraid of getting a little kinky so I press a little harder and she moans against my lips.

  If the moment was different, I’d probably turn her around and give it to her, but I’m not about to do a damn thing to ruin this connection between us. I love that she’s feeling something right now, I just hope she’s feeling the same thing.

  I push up and meet her thrusts with my own and I feel her pussy clenching down around me. She’s close and it’s not going to take much to get her over the line. I give her what she needs and her nails dig into my back as she comes. “Fuck,” she groans with her forehead pressed against mine as her orgasm rocks through her.

  I kiss her again and not a moment later, I release myself into her while she continues riding out her own orgasm.

  Fuck, that was good.

  Her head drops into the curve between my neck and shoulder as she catches her breath. I run my hands up and down her back, terrified that she’ll pull away and take the connection with her.

  My fears are realized as she does just that. Imogen lightly presses her lips against mine before climbing off my lap and ducking into the bathroom to clean herself up. I want to go with her and demand what the fuck just happened between us, but I don’t want to press my luck.

  I grab m
y jeans off the ground and pull them on as I wait. Imogen returns a moment later and swipes her robe off the floor. She pulls her arms through the sleeves and ties a bow at the front before taking a seat on the opposite couch and pulling he legs up under herself.

  She looks at me with a regretful expression and that same dread that I woke up with returns with a vengeance. “What is it?” I ask, getting straight to the point. After all, her text message said we needed to talk.

  She cringes as she focuses her beautiful eyes on mine. “Rylee knows,” she says. “She came here last night and said either we tell Cole or she will.”

  “Fuck,” I grunt as I fly up out of the couch. I start pacing the room. He’s going to fucking kill me. I have been wracking my brain for the past year of how the hell I’m going to tell him and it makes me fucking sick.

  She looks up at me as though I hold all the answers. “What are we going to do?” she questions.

  “I don’t know, babe,” I say. “We have to tell him.”

  “I know,” she sighs. “But how? He’s going to hate me.”

  I take a seat beside her and take her hand in mine. I press a kiss to it before looking back at her. “He’s not going to hate you. You’re his baby sister, he loves you with every ounce of his being. He’ll have the shits for sure, but he’ll never hate you. Now me, he’ll hate me.”

  She presses her lips into a tight line and doesn’t even bother to correct me. We both know it’s true and there’s no point denying it.

  Her eyes cut away from mine and down to her lap. “That was the last time. I think we should stop… this,” she says in a soft voice as she waves her hand between us. “You know, at least until he knows and comes to terms with it. Maybe he’ll eventually be ok with it.”

  I study her for a moment. She’s got to be fucking kidding, right? He’ll never be ok with us using each other for sex. That’s insane. No brother in his right mind would ever be ok with that.