No response. His rough, callused hand cupped her warm skin. She fell into a pit of ecstasy. He slid his hand low, so low, almost between the juncture at her thighs and back up again to caress the curve of her lower back. She sucked her breath in and her eyes closed in delight.
A sudden sharp smack had her gasping and sent her skidding a few inches forward as pain radiated from her left cheek. Her eyes flew wide as she grasped the far edge of the table.
“Trevor!” she squeaked.
Trevor’s open hand whacked Rebel’s already red ass cheeks. “Nineteen.” He’d spanked her luscious skin again, and again. It was easily the sexist thing he’d ever seen his entire life.
Rebel was panting. Her limbs trembling. That pussy drenched.
It was easily the sexist thing he’d ever seen his entire life. She was his. He was never letting her go.
“One more, Rebel. You’re hot as fire, honey. I’m gonna love fucking you from behind, watching my cock move under that rosy ass.”
Rebel moaned in delight.
He slid his hands along her silky skin, pulling the tank top. Time for the fabric to come off and reveal his woman in all her glory. She raised her arms and helped. Once it was tossed aside, Trevor unhooked her pale pink bra, and her breasts spilled out. Damn, he loved her tits. Not too big, not too small. Real, and all hers. Trevor pinched both of her nipples. She let out a soft gasp and leaned into his hands.
A noise caught Trevor’s attention. His gaze darted up from the spectacle of Rebel’s ass and pussy to stare at the empty office. Through the window he could see the side door opening from the outside into the office.
The others must be done with the digging and congregated there, looking for him, wondering if he’d found Rebel. Oh, he’d found Rebel, all right. No worries there. Found her, and was spanking her naked ass over the work table in the garage.
Adam was there. He started to walk through the open door that led from the office to the garage, and stopped. His fingers ground into the door jam. His dark gaze rested on Rebel’s tight ass, then came up to meet Trevor’s eyes. His fingers ground into the door jam.
Trevor growled a warning.
Adam lifted his chin and stepped back.
There were more voices coming from the outside.
The others must be done with the digging and congregated there, looking for him, wondering if he’d found Rebel. Oh, he’d found Rebel, all right. No worries there. Found her, and was spanking her naked ass over the work table in the garage
“Trevor, what’s that?” Rebel started to lift up.
He pressed her back and leaned down, and spoke against her ear. “What if your friends were looking for you and found you here, with my hand on your ass and my dick in your pussy.”
She whimpered and melted underneath him. Boneless.
He took in great, gulping breaths. He knew Adam was watching. And he was keeping the others out.
Trevor maneuvered his woman across the table, positioning her tight ass right where he wanted it. He slid his hand down and unbuttoned his jeans and inched the zipper apart, yanked down his pants and tighty whities, leaving them bunched around his knees. He pulled out his hard cock, already weeping at the tip with pre-cum. His palm slid along his shaft, yanking it hard, just as he liked, with a little more friction under the head.
Body took over brain. A dangerous animal hunger ruled his emotions.
His cock twitched.
He guided his shaft to the opening of Rebel’s pussy and lunged forward, shoving in to the root with one sharp movement.
She yelled out, gripping the edge of the table white-knuckled, then pushed back, begging for more.
Holy hell. He wanted to come right then. A haze of lust seized his mind.
Out of the corner of his eye, Trevor noted that Adam moved farther away from the open door and deeper into the shadowy office. He closed the door, blocking the view of Trevor fucking his woman from anyone else wondering into the office. Adam twisted the rod next to the blinds and tilted them down. But Trevor suspected Adam still had an explicit view of his cock fucking Rebel. Trevor looked down, watching his own glossy cock as it stretched Rebel’s lush sex wide, watched as he sank into her pussy. His chest expanded and contracted with harsh breaths.
He fucked Rebel with the intensity of a bull, pistoning back and forth against her backside. Trevor watched and heard it all in stereo, captivated. Listening to the squeaks of the table, the slap of skin on skin, Rebel’s sighs.
He reached down and started fingering Rebel’s clit. She thrashed and moaned harder. Her breasts jiggled against the hard surface of the table.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Trevor!” she shouted. “Trevor, don’t stop, right there…I’m—”
He felt a familiar tingling at the base of his spine. “I want you to come all over me, baby, soon. I’m almost there.”
“Trevor!” she shouted. “Trevor, don’t stop, right there…I’m—” She shook all over with the intensity of her orgasm, shuddering. It was hitting her, wave after wave.
Fire shot up Trevor’s dick and squeezed his balls tight. His release came so hard he leaned into his shoulder for support. “Coming inside of you, babe,” he groaned. His hips jerked and his big body shuddered against hers as he found his own release. Each spasm that jetted out of his cock felt like heaven. He filled her with his seed, because for once, he wasn’t wearing a condom. In the heat of the moment, neither of them had remembered.
His knees weakened and he sagged against the table.
He heard a door close.
They were both quiet, their breaths evening out.
He didn’t bother to pull out yet, wanting them to remain joined. Loving the feel of her wet pussy around his cock. He leaned over, covering her and held her tighter, buried his nose in her hair and inhaled. She smelled like sunshine and oranges. Beautiful.
Chapter Fifteen
A cool wind blew against Rebel’s cheeks. The summer evening was uncharacteristically light and breezy on the farm.
Dinner was long over. Josie and Justin were safely asleep in their beds, and the rest of their little group gathered on the spacious driveway, outside the steps to the RV Justin slept in. Adam and Trevor brought enough folding camp chairs for everyone over from the garage, which was nice.
The ten of them lounged as the twilight settled into darkness. Lanterns glowed faintly as they chatted, drinking wine and beer, everyone enjoying the unusual respite from the oppressive summer heat.
Rebel loved it. Loved it, and then loved it some more. It reminded her of hanging out with the crew while on location. There were always RVs, and plenty of alcohol and laughter. She’d loved the camaraderie, living in isolation with a small cohort of people and growing close like a family during the filming of a movie.
She’d had many “location hookups,” caught up in the romantic atmosphere of a situation, only to realize in the harsh light of “real life” that she and this other person were oh-so-wrong for each other. She glanced at Trevor and pursed her lips. Could what they had possibly last? Or was this, as she’d always suspected, a glorified location hookup? They seemed to get along, to have things in common, and Trevor seemed so certain they had a future together. Sometimes he made her wonder, made her wish for things that she knew were impossible.
She’d taken the afternoon nap that was her norm. Right after Trevor had finished her punishment in the garage. She smiled again, remembering the feel of Trevor’s hand on her ass and his cock in her pussy. The naughtiness of possibly getting caught in the act. She glanced over at him. He returned her heated gaze. Her stomach swooped pleasantly.
Trevor sat next to her, their chairs close. He’d pulled her arm over so he could place her hand on the armrest of his chair and his hand on top of hers. She found she loved his possessive displays of affection. She’d always hidden her flings from both crew and paparazzi, never having any relationship that she thought would stand the test of time, or the grueling media ci
rcus of her former life. It was nice, for once, being with a man who had the nerve to hold her hand, who demanded she recognize him in public. He seemed to automatically expect it.
Rebel took a sip out of her water bottle and glanced around at the group. Krissy sat next to Christian. They were having an animated debate and talking loud enough that Rebel could hear every word even though they were on opposite sides of the semi-circle.
“We can repopulate this whole planet in five hundred and fifty-six years if every woman, in every generation, gave birth to eight children,” Christian declared, a grin on his face.
“No fucking way, that’s over six billion people. Even with eight kids each, that’s not possible, you’d have to—”
“You look happy,” Trevor whispered in her ear.
She stopped listening to the other conversation and looked over at him, a flush of warmth brightening her cheeks at his kind words. She brushed her thumb over the sweeping tats that ended at his wrist. “I am. I am happy. Thank you for that. Thank you for bringing me here. Justin’s doing better. My cousin is here too, which is just…I can’t even tell you what it means to me, that one of my family made it, I’m so grateful.” She met his gaze. “This time we’re having together is really special to me, I want you to know that. I had fun today, with you, in the garage.”
“It doesn’t have to end, sweetheart. You know that, right?”
She nodded and turned her head, breaking off their moment, taking a sip from her water bottle. She just wasn’t ready to go there yet. No matter how much she cared for him. How he spanked her ass cherry red and fulfilled all of her sexual fantasies. She still didn’t think he could handle the truth. And now that she was over three months pregnant, that truth was about to surface soon. Her stomach was growing rounded and firm. She needed for Justin to recover so they could leave, or help her come up with a plan for telling Trevor. Hiding this from him wasn’t going to last much longer.
Ugh. It was all such a mess. Why couldn’t things just be easy?
Rebel listened as Adam told everyone an engrossing story of the first day he’d met Trevor and Christian. It seemed to involve a bathroom, a rotting corpse, and lots of guns. They all laughed at the image.
“So,” Rebel asked when Adam finished, “you and Rachel met in San Diego, and Trevor and Christian found each other in LA?”
“Yes,” Trevor answered. “I found Christian in front of his house.”
“You were driving through his neighborhood and you found him?” Tiana asked.
“Yeah, pretty lucky, huh?”
“Definitely, that was a needle in a haystack moment. I lived in Anaheim. There are thousands of neighborhoods in LA.”
“I was very lucky he found me,” Christian agreed.
“So at first, for two months, it was Rachel with the three of you men, living here on the farm? One woman and three handsome men?” Rebel winked at Rachel. “Niiiiice.”
Rachel blushed and glanced at Trevor. Phoebe and Sebastian were whispering to each other, having their own conversation and not hearing what was being said. Christian wouldn’t meet her eyes. She noticed that Adam and Trevor looked uncomfortable.
Hmm. This was weird.
“What’s wrong?” Kati asked.
Even Kati could tell something was up.
“Nothing.” Rachel cleared her throat.
“Yes, there is.” Rebel’s jaw tightened.
She met Krissy’s gaze across the circle. Krissy crooked an eyebrow. Yeah, she thought something was up, too.
Rebel hated secrets. Nothing good ever came from them. “Just tell me, tell me it all. I’m a big girl, I can handle it, whatever it is. No need for secrets when there’s only the twelve of us so far on the whole planet. Say it. Spit it out.”
Rebel felt Trevor’s fingers tighten around her hand. She glanced at him. His brow was furrowed with concern. Her gut tightened. Her world seemed to be tilting. Again.
“Rachel,” Adam warned.
“I can’t keep it in anymore,” Rachel said. She looked at Adam and then at Trevor. “I’m sorry, I just can’t.”
“Rachel,” Trevor growled.
“What’s going on?” Tiana asked.
“What’s everyone talking about?” Phoebe exclaimed.
“I don’t know,” Kati said. “They won’t—”
“I had sex with Trevor, too,” Rachel blurted.
Rebel’s jaw dropped. Thick, uncomfortable quiet settled for a moment.
“Holy shit,” Krissy whispered.
Phoebe and Sebastian looked at Rachel, open-mouthed. Krissy, Kati and Tiana were pretty much in the same state of shock.
“Rachel,” Adam sighed. “Now wasn’t the time—”
“I can’t lie, Adam. I won’t lie about it or hide it. I didn’t do anything wrong. No one did anything wrong.” Rachel locked her gaze with Rebel’s. “This was long before he met you and it will never, ever happen again,” Rachel added with emphasis.
Rebel blinked and sat up straight.
Well, this was certainly unexpected.
Trevor squeezed her hand again. She glanced up at him. He met her gaze, his brow furrowed and lines forming around his mouth. “Babe?” he questioned.
She squeezed his hand in return and turned back to meet Rachel’s gaze. “Let’s get this straight. You had sex with Trevor before you got together with Adam?” Rebel asked, making a point of keeping her voice light.
“Um, no.”
Rebel gasped, unable to contain herself. She cut a glance at Adam, horrified for him and wondering what that situation must have been like. She was impressed to see he was handling it well—he held Rachel’s hand firmly in his lap, his back straight, his eyes on Trevor, but not filled with rage or condemnation, instead steady and committed.
“The thing with Trevor was different…” Rachel offered, locking eyes with Trevor.
“Different, how?” Rebel asked. Oh shit, was Trevor secretly pining for Rachel? Her heart squeezed.
“It was our idea,” Adam said. “I approached Rachel and asked her how she’d feel about including Trevor in our relationship occasionally.”
“Oh wow,” Rebel said.
“You can say that again,” Phoebe interjected.
Rebel looked at Rachel. “Were they sharing you? Like you had two husbands? You were in one bed one night, and another bed the other night?”
“No,” Rachel swallowed. “I had them both, at the same time.”
Rebel glanced back over at Adam, taking in all of his massive masculine beauty and understood perfectly why Rachel would say yes to that. The man looked like a cast member of the movie 300. And Trevor? Well, ’nuff said. Lucky girl. She’d had every man here, except for Christian, who was in mourning, and…
“Were you in on this, too?” she asked Sebastian.
“Nope.” He took a sip of beer. “This was before my time.”
Rebel glanced around. “This whole sharing thing, whose idea was this?” she asked.
“It was my idea,” Trevor said. “I approached Adam and asked if we could share his woman.”
“His woman? So you three were having a ménage?”
“On Adam’s terms and Rachel’s terms. I was the third person who was included occasionally.” Trevor clarified. “And yes, we were.”
“Okay.” Rebel nodded slowly. “Sounds cool.”
There was quiet again, everyone in the group staring at her with varying degrees of surprise. “What did you say?” Rachel asked.
“I said, ‘that sounds cool.’ I had a ménage once, while on location for…well, I’ll keep that to myself, but yeah, it was marvelous. I can see why you went there.”
“Oh, wow,” Phoebe said. Sebastian chuckled and shook his head.
“You’re not still doing this ménage now, right?” Rebel asked.
“Oh no!” Rachel exclaimed, hand on her lower stomach. “I’m pregnant, and Adam and I are married now. And anyway, Trevor’s got—”
“You,” Trevor said, his lips
brushing against her ear. “I’ve got you.” Warm eyes looked into hers. “And I don’t need or want anything else.”
“Damn straight.” She smiled. “Okay, good, because I’m kinda possessive and I wouldn’t be able to handle sharing you while I’m here. I mean, I completely understand that happening in the past, there were hardly any of you and you needed to let off steam. Totally understandable. But that stuff stops while I’m here, right?”
“Right,” a chorus of voices answered. Startled, Rachel looked into the smiling eyes of Rachel, Adam, Christian, Phoebe and even Sebastian, all looking at her intently. Wow, apparently she’d scored with that answer.
“Right,” Trevor said against her ear, causing her toes to curl.
Krissy chuckled and lifted her beer in salute. “Rebel, you’re a badass.”
Chapter Sixteen
Riding on the back of an ATV to a “secret destination” in the dark with Trevor was more fun than humans were meant to have. Rebel’s stomach swooped as they bumped over dips on the path. The wind whipped through her hair and stung her cheeks. It was wonderful. The evening was beautiful, warm but not too hot. The moon was out and the sky clear. The headlights of the ATV lit up the way ahead of them as they sped across the fields. Rebel had a sense of being happy to be alive, happy with life, with everything. And damn if she hadn’t felt that way in a long, long time.
This kept happening a lot now that she was with Trevor.
After she’d revealed to the group that she wasn’t bothered with the fact that Rachel, Adam and Trevor had participated in a ménage together before she’d met them, Trevor had whispered that he needed to show her something. That they needed to talk. A few minutes later they’d made their excuses and here she was, on the back of an ATV, with her arms around Trevor’s waist, her cheek against his wide back, loving every minute but curious as hell as to what he was showing her.
Trevor stopped at a gate. He braked the ATV and walked over to open it, then he walked back and drove the ATV through. Next thing she knew they were pulling up at a one-story ranch-style house.
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