by Jenika Snow
“Christ, baby.” He slid his hand up the center of her back, his nails moving along her spine ever so gently. He pushed her hair over one shoulder. “Look at me when I fuck you.”
She did as he ordered.
And with that he started pulling out of her, and then pushed back in. He did this continuously at an agonizingly slow pace, one that had her curling her hands into the sheets and biting her lip until the taste of blood filled her mouth.
“Faster, Rebel,” she found herself saying.
Rebel started pushing into her and pulling out harder, faster. Beads of sweat covered her flesh, and her throat was dry and tight.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby. That is so fucking it.”
The faster and harder he pumped into her, the higher her pleasure climbed until she knew she’d be coming soon. And then he spanked her ass cheek at the same time he thrust into her, and everything else faded away. She came explosively for him, crying out at how good it felt. Stars flashed in front of her eyes, she grew lightheaded, and all she could hear was the sound of Rebel panting behind her.
But she could tell he hadn’t gotten off yet, and even as her pleasure still climbed Rebel pulled out of her and flipped her onto her back.
He pushed her legs open again with his knee, settled between them once more, and had his cock thrust back into her body just seconds later. A moan spilled from her lips, she arched her head back, and all she could focus on was Rebel.
He lowered his gaze to her breasts, his mouth slightly parted, and sounds came from him that resembled a feral animal. When he was fully inside of her again and the root of his cock bumped her clit sparks of electricity slammed into her. He didn’t give her body time to become accustomed to his size again, just started fucking her. The expression on his face was fierce and filled with pleasure.
“So. Fucking. Good.”
Beads of sweat lined his forehead and chest, and she reached up and ran her hands over his smooth skin, rubbing the perspiration around.
“I’m going to come soon, baby. Fuck.” He grunted, and she clenched her pussy around his erection. His hands were on her inner thighs, and when he pushed her legs up and pressed them to her chest she froze. She was so exposed, and although she wasn’t embarrassed, this wasn’t something she’d ever envisioned. This position had him going in deeper with every thrust into her, and she opened her mouth and sucked in air at the ecstasy.
Curling her nails into his chest, he hissed and pumped into her faster. Even after she had already gotten off it felt like she could come again.
“I want you to come again,” he said in a hoarse tone.
God, how many times can someone get off in a night?
He slammed his cock inside of her hard. Over and over he did this, hitting something deep inside so that it felt like fireworks were going off in her. And then he was bent over her, his chest brushing against hers. Their faces were mere inches apart, their gazes locked on each other. He slipped his tongue out and ran just the tip along her bottom lip, and then her top.
That was all it took for Rosie to get off again. She arched her head back, her breast thrust out, the air teasing her hard nipples. Eyes now closed, this sound left her on its own, but she couldn’t have held it in anyway, didn’t want to.
“More, Rosie. I need more from you, baby. I need everything,” Rebel grunted out. The way he slammed into her and then rotated his hips, rubbing her clit, had an overload of sensations moving through her. Even before she’d slept with him she knew he was it, that there would be no other guy for her.
Young as she was, Rosie knew what she wanted, and what she wanted was Rebel’s love, always.
He was looking at her, and she leaned forward for a kiss, needing his mouth on hers. They breathed out at the same time, their tongues pressed together, sliding along the others. While still kissing Rebel thrust into her like a madman.
One.
Two.
Three.
He stilled on that last thrust, burying himself fully in her. Rosie swore she could feel him harden even further inside of her, and a gasp left her lips. The deep sounds of pleasure he made were almost enough to have Rosie coming again.
As the seconds moved by she felt his body grow less taut, and her own started to relax as reality rushed into her again. Rebel started breathing easier, and with each passing moment she felt even closer to him. Rolling away from her they lay there side-by-side, the only sound filling the room that of their breathing.
After several seconds he leaned over and kissed her head, and she couldn’t help but smile at how good it felt to have him give her that simple act. She stared at the ceiling, feeling deliciously sore in all the right places, but exhausted all the same.
Closing her eyes and still trying to catch her breath, Rosie felt lightheaded and thoroughly sated. Rebel pulled her over to him, and she snuggled into the hardness of his chest. For a long while they did nothing but lie there, their breathing eventually matching an even tempo. With the stillness and silence surrounding them, Rosie knew she wanted their relationship to come out in the open.
“We need to tell them.” She knew she wouldn’t have to elaborate on whom she was talking about.
Rebel smoothed his hand over her hair. “I’m ready when you are.”
She tilted her head back and looked up at him. Rebel was staring at the ceiling, his expression relaxed. He must have sensed her staring at him because he looked over at her.
“I want my dad and your mom to know. I want everyone to know I love you, that you’re mine.” He kissed her on the forehead. “You make everything better, make me feel like I don’t hurt.” He smiled then. “You’re my very own painkiller, and I don’t want to ever lose you.”
What a thing to say.
She smiled and rested her head on his chest, feeling pretty damn lucky.
Chapter Thirteen
She felt Charleston staring at her, knew he wasn’t paying attention to one word she said, and her annoyance rose. She’d agreed to meet him at the library for an hour of tutoring. She hadn’t told Rebel because she knew he’d be pissed, and it seemed this was all a waste of her time.
Sighing and pushing the book away, Rosie leaned back in the hard plastic chair and looked at Charleston. “Are you even taking this seriously?”
He lifted a brow and smirked, the expression on his face telling her he wasn’t. “Honestly?” he said, that damn smirk still on his face.
He was acting differently, not like the nice guy she’d met over the last couple of days. Was she such an idiot she could tell when someone was genuine? “Yeah, Charleston.”
He leaned toward and took her hand in his. She was so taken back that she froze. “No, I don’t give a shit about any of this.”
She knitted her brows. “Then why ask me to help you?” Pulling her hand free from his, she saw the dark mask that covered his face a second before he smiled again. He reached for her hand, but she kept it in her lap. “I think we should keep this friendly.”
“Friendly? I thought I was being your friend.”
She wasn’t about to tell him he was bringing the creep factor to a whole new level.
“Don’t go. We barely even got here.”
“You’re not interested in this, and I don’t feel like wasting my time.” She exhaled and told herself to just be honest. “I don’t know if you thought this was something you could do to hook up with me, but I’m not going there.” Swallowing at the clear annoyance covering his face, she went on. “I have a boyfriend.”
He lifted a brow. “You mean your brother?”
She straightened. “He’s not my brother. His father just married my mother.”
He shrugged, that damn smile still on his face.
“But either way it’s none of your business.” She reached for her bag, not about to waste another minute. She was a fool for not listening to Rebel.
“I just want to spend time with you. I like you.”
“You don’t even know me.” She didn’t
bother looking at him as she started putting all her stuff away. The library in the center of town was small, but it was pretty dead this time of day and they were in the back, a row of books blocking them from anyone that looked this way. There was a big window across from them, and although there were a lot of people walking around outside, no one paid them attention.
“I know that I like what I see.”
Okay, this is getting weirder by the second.
Red flags were done sprouting up. Those fuckers were waving right in her face, all but screaming at her. “You’re not even acting like the same person that needed tutoring,” she said, wanting to appear calm even if she felt anything but. “I should probably go.” She stood, but when she turned to leave Charleston grabbed her arm in a firm, painful hold. “What are you doing?” she asked, shocked, not sure where this aggression was coming from.
“You know why I left my other school?”
She shook her head. “No, but I don’t care, nor do I want to know.” She tried pulling her hand away from him, but his hold tightened.
“Because anyone that fucked with me, denied me, or put me in a downright shitty mood got to know me real personally.”
She knitted her brows. “Let go or I’ll scream.” She should have just done it, but this crazed look in his eyes stopped her.
“They wanted to say I had some kind of mental defect, but being underage there wasn’t a lot they could do.” He grinned and pulled her toward him. “My parents refused to have me checked out, and thought switching schools, and having different scenery would be better.”
His warm breath bathed her cheek, and she turned her head.
“I’ve come to accept who I am.” He leaned forward an inch. “And I like who I see when I look in the mirror.” He tightened his hold on her chin with his other hand. “But one thing I don’t like is not getting what I want, and what I want is you.” He chuckled. “Even if you aren’t my type.” He purred like some kind of rabid cat. “Geek and all, you got this innocent thing going on, makes me want to pop your cherry.”
And just as she was about to scream out for help, because it was clear Charleston was a psycho, even if he wasn’t assaulting her in a public library, someone cold-cocked him in the side of the head. That was when all hell seemed to break loose.
****
When he saw that fucker put his hand on Rosie, pull her toward him, and grab her forcefully something in Rebel snapped, just broke free. He saw red, wanted blood on his hands, and he wasn’t going to stop until Charleston fucking knew messing with Rosie was the biggest mistake of his worthless life.
He slammed his fist into the side of the guy’s head again, but Charleston shook it off and rammed his shoulder into Rebel’s gut. They fell backward, the bookshelf shaking and books falling around them. There were a few people shouting, and one person telling someone to call the cops.
Rebel pushed Charleston back. “You motherfucker. You don’t ever touch her.”
“Fuck you,” Charleston spat out, and Rebel was pleased to see the smear of blood along his cheek from his split lip. He charged Rebel again, but Rebel was ready.
He grabbed Charleston’s shoulders, turned him around with all his force, and slammed his back against the bookshelf. The thing went down, and so did the prick. Charleston grabbed his head, and Rebel saw the gash in the side of his temple from where Charleston had clearly hit his head on the corner of the shelf.
“You fucking think about Rosie again and I’ll make sure you can’t walk right for the rest of your miserable fucking life.”
Charleston slowly stood, shifted on his feet as if he might be dizzy, and grinned. Blood covered his teeth, and although Rebel wanted to do more to the asshole, he didn’t want to frighten Rosie, and they were in a library.
“Fuck. You.” Charleston reached behind him, and the gun he pulled out of the back of his pants had Rebel freezing. He instinctively moved in front of Rosie, reached behind him, and gripped her waist, pulling her flush with his back.
“Just chill the hell out,” Rebel said, his body taut, his worry for Rosie getting hurt outweighing his own safety.
Charleston waved the gun around, and a few people gasped and screamed out. What fucking high school kid carried a gun?
A fucking crazy one, that’s who.
“You know why I transferred?” Charleston asked, pride coming from his voice.
Rebel didn’t answer, and felt Rosie holding onto the back of his shirt, probably scared shitless.
“Because they didn’t fucking understand me.”
Understand that you’re a fucking psycho?
Charleston lifted the gun, and whether he was actually going to start shooting was a mystery, because in the next second police swarmed in and took Charleston down. Everything seemed to happen so quickly Rebel couldn’t even comprehend it all. But what he did know was he still held onto Rosie, because no way in fuck was he going to let her go.
Rebel turned and grabbed her so she was now pressed to his chest. He fucking hated the fact that little prick had scared her and put all these people in danger.
“You’re sure you’re okay?” he asked her and stroked his hand down her back.
“I’m fine, or I will be. I’m just a little shook up.”
They watched as the police handcuffed Charleston and hauled his ass out of the library. The few people that had been in the building were all pressed to one side of the room, looking scared as shit.
“I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you regarding him,” Rosie said, but he didn’t want her thinking that.
“You don’t need to say sorry. I know how I am, how I can get. Even I didn’t think the asshole would have been carrying a gun or go as far as assault you in public.” He kissed the top of her head. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”
“I’m so thankful you showed up. I don’t want to think of what would have happened if you hadn’t come when you did—”
“Shh, let’s not even go there.” Thinking about what could have happened to her would only have a beast rise up inside of Rebel again, and right now he needed to be there for Rosie.
“I love you.”
She tightened her arms around his waist and rested her head on his chest. “I love you, too.”
He was never letting her go, never letting anyone hurt her. She was his.
****
The next day
Rose didn’t know why she was so damn nervous. Maybe it was the fact her mother and stepfather were staring at her and Rebel like they didn’t know what to make out of the situation?
Her mom sat in front of Rosie, and her stepfather sat beside her mother. They hadn’t responded after Rosie told them the whole story, starting with the situation with Rebecca, moving onto the library incident with Charleston, and finally ending with admitting her feelings for Rebel.
Their parents knew about everything already, but she’d wanted them to hear their side of the story. When they’d gotten home after the library incident there had been a lot of hugs, tears, and her mother saying how worried she was for both for them, but thankful they were okay. After everything settled down this was where they found themselves.
Although she should care that she’d gotten in trouble and suspended, even still be scared as hell about the library shit, Rosie was more worried about what her mother and stepfather had to say about her loving Rebel. Maybe that shouldn’t be her priority, but it was how she felt.
Rosie glanced at Rebel. He was looking at her, this sincerity in his expression that gave her strength. He held her hand under the table, not seeming the least bit worried about any of this.
“So this kid with the gun is now in jail?” her stepfather asked, even though he knew this already. Maybe he wanted to know again for his own peace of mind?
Rosie nodded.
“And, Rebel, you attacked him because he put his hands on Rosie?” her stepfather asked again.
“Yeah,” Rebel said without apology.
“And the girl that you fo
ught with,” her mother asked, “she came after you and you were defending yourself?”
Rosie nodded. “Yes.”
They stayed silent again after that, but then her stepfather sighed and leaned forward, bracing his arms on the table. Were they going to address the clear elephant in the room?
“And you two…”
Rosie looked at her mother who spoke. She looked at Rebel’s father, and then at Rebel.
“You two are what, in a relationship or something?” her stepfather finished speaking.
She was tense. She felt it in every part of her body, but knowing Rebel was beside her, with her in all of this, made things easier.
“Yes,” Rebel said before she could answer. “I love her, am in love with her. I kicked that guy’s ass because he put his hands on Rosie. I didn’t know about the gun until after that.”
“How long has this been going on?” her mother said, gesturing between both of them.
Rebel and Rosie looked at each other.
“Not long,” Rosie was the one to speak.
“It’s not wrong,” Rebel said after her.
Rosie was surprised by the determination in Rebel’s voice.
Rosie’s mother looked over at her husband, and Rose felt the air in the room lighten. It was a strange sensation, but she didn’t feel so worried, didn’t feel like she was walking on the edge.
“We suspected something,” Annabel said and smiled as she looked between Rosie and Rebel.
“Wait, what?” Rosie said, confused as hell.
“We aren’t blind, and we used to be your age.” Her stepfather looked over at Annabel and smiled. “And we know what being in love is like.” He looked at Rebel then. “We just weren’t sure, but we had our suspicions.”
Rosie looked at Rebel. Is this really happening?
“You’re not going to try and tell us this is wrong, that we are family or some gross shit like that?” Rebel asked, his voice a little harder.
