Rebel (Royal Bastards MC: Sacramento Book 4), page 8
I threw my hands in the air. “I am literally just talking, Rebel.”
He pushed off the counter and stalked toward me. “Maybe I just like when you talk, then.”
I backed up a step and bumped into the kitchen table.
“Easy, babe,” he whispered. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me flush against him. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
I tipped my head back, and my gaze connected with his. “What are we doing?” I whispered.
“What feels right.”
I knew being in Rebel’s arms felt right. I was just worried about later when I was left wanting what felt right to me, but he didn’t want it anymore. If this was just for right now, I needed to know. It wouldn’t change me wanting him, but I would know to protect my heart from him. Rebel already had my heart within his grasp, and I wanted to make sure he actually wanted it before it was fully his.
I motioned between the two of us. “So, do you think this is going to feel right tomorrow?”
Rebel delved his fingers into my hair and tipped my head back. “I’m actually hoping it feels fucking fantastic in about one minute.”
I gulped and licked my lips. “Fucking fantastic, huh?”
He nodded and pressed his lips against mine. I melted into his kiss, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. Our bodies pressed together, and I hitched my leg up on his hip. Rebel reached down and grabbed my other leg. He lifted me as he turned and set me on the counter.
He nestled between my legs and cupped my face with his hands. “I’m spending the night,” he growled.
I sighed lightly and nodded. “Okay.” I needed about one point one percent of persuasion for me to let Rebel stay the night.
“Though I’m going to need to do some laundry since you made me spill beer all over my shirt.”
“I made you spit beer all over yourself?”
Rebel nodded and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “All your fault.”
I grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. “Then you better take it off since it’s dirty.” I tossed it in the vague direction of the washing machine. “Did you get it on your pants, too?”
He stepped back and popped open the button of his jeans. “I don’t think so, but you might as well wash them to be on the safe side.”
My eyes traveled over his bare chest and down as he dropped his pants. They pooled at his feet, and he kicked them off. “When did you take your boots off?”
Rebel chuckled. “When you went to the bathroom.”
“Pretty presumptuous of you to take them off.”
He shrugged. “I was hoping you weren’t going to ask me to leave.”
I hitched my finger at him. “You had a hundred percent chance of me asking you to stay. But you’re too far away.”
He closed the distance between us and lifted me into his arms. “As much as I want to fuck you in the kitchen, our first time is going to be in your bed.”
“Oh,” I gasped. Maybe this wasn’t going to be just one time. “I’m okay with that.”
He chuckled and carried me up the stairs.
“You’re carrying me around a lot today,” I hemmed.
He pushed open my bedroom door and set me on the floor. After he made quick work of my shirt and pants, he laid me on the bed. “I get to where I want to be faster if I just carry you there.”
I scooted up ‘til my head hit the pillow and raised my arms over my head. “I can’t argue with that reasoning.”
And I liked when he carried me. Rebel was calling the shots and I was more than okay with where this was going.
He flipped on the light and moved to the side of the bed.
“Is the light necessary?”
Rebel reached out and ran his fingers along my arm. “I need to see what’s mine.”
A shiver ran up my body. “I suppose that’s okay.” I mean, it made sense, right? He got to see me, and I would be able to enjoy looking at him, too.
A laugh rumbled from his chest. “I figured you would see things my way.”
He planted a knee on the bed and moved over me. Caging me in with his arms, he lowered his lips to mine. One of his hands cradled my cheek and the other traveled down my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to him like he was my last breath.
I bucked my hips and moaned against his mouth. Rebel rolled onto his back until I was on top of him. I leaned back and reached behind me to unhook my bra. Rebel reached up and pulled the straps down. He sailed the bra across the room and laid his hands on my bare thighs.
“God damn, Pru,” he gasped. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
I cupped my breasts with my hands and smiled. “Why, thank you.”
He chuckled and brushed my hands out of the way. “I’ll take over from here. You can feel yourself up whenever you want.” Rebel sat up and buried his face in my boobs. Well, hello.
“I feel like you might be a boob man, Rebel,” I laughed. He motorboated my boobs and wrapped his arms around my waist.
“I think I might be, but once I get my hands on your ass, I’ll become a butt guy.” Rebel let out a low chuckle. “I’m a Prudence guy. How about that?”
He glided his fingers down my side and palmed my waist.
“Works for me,” I gasped at his touch. And I was a Rebel woman. Every inch of Rebel I had seen and touched did it for me.
I delved my fingers into his hair and tugged his head back.
“You need something, babe?”
I bit my lip and nodded. “Kiss?”
“Working on kissing your whole body, Pru.”
And I appreciated that, but right now, I needed his lips on mine. I pressed my lips to his, and it took only half a second before Rebel took over the kiss. His mouth moved and glided against mine while I just enjoyed his touch.
A low growl rumbled from his chest, and a wave of lust washed over me. Rebel flipped us over ‘til I was underneath him again. He grabbed the back of my thighs and pushed my legs up and further apart. His fingers toyed with the waistband of my underwear, and he tugged them down my legs.
“Now, that is better.”
I was laid out bare beneath Rebel, and I felt his eyes rake over me. “I need you, Rebel,” I whispered.
His gaze connected with mine. “Pru.” My name was like a prayer on his lips. “I want you so fucking bad.”
“I’m all yours.”
My words set him off. He wrestled his underwear off, and then, he was on top of me. His hands explored my body until one landed on my pussy and parted me open.
His finger teased the tight bud of my clit, and my eyes slammed shut.
It had been way too long since a man had touched me.
“Rebel,” I gasped. “Oh, God.” I felt everything at once.
While his fingers played with and teased my clit, his other hand glided up my body and palmed my breast.
“God damn, Pru, you’re so wet for me.”
I was fucking drenched. My hips bucked, and I pressed my pussy up to his touch. “I need you,” I whispered. I loved having Rebel’s hands on me, but I needed to feel him inside me.
His hand left my pussy and pressed my leg to the side. He positioned himself over me and stroked his cock. His eyes connected with mine, and a whimper escaped my lips as I watched a drop of precum glisten on the tip of his dick.
“Please,” I begged.
Rebel planted a hand by the side of my head and pushed his cock into my pussy. I moaned his name, and he slowly plunged until he filled me completely.
“You are so fucking tight,” he growled through clenched teeth.
I think it more had to do with the fact his dick was huge, and he was stretching the hell out of me to fit. Finally fully seated inside, he didn’t wait long before he pulled out and slammed back into me, making my breath hitch.
His hand by my head clenched the sheet, and his other hand palmed the side of my hip. With each thrust, my breath caught, and it felt like I was going to explode. His heated gaze connected with mine, and I watched his eyes melt from a tawny brown to dark chocolate.
“Does that feel good, babe?” he rumbled.
I mewled in response, unable to even form one word. He reared back, his hands leaving me for a second, and then they were on the back of my thighs, pushing my legs up so his dick hit at a new angle.
“Right there, babe.” His eyes darkened even more, and I knew he was ready to come. I was the one who was making him feel so good.
“Please,” I pleaded. I had been on the brink of coming as soon as Rebel’s dick pushed inside my pussy.
He drove into me, and I squeezed my eyes shut against the wave of sensations wracking my body. I screamed his name, and a second later, my orgasm rolled through me.
My name burst from his lips, and he slammed into me one last time before he was moaning and pumping his cum inside me. I rolled my hips up with each of his thrusts to milk every drop.
He collapsed on top of me, and I wrapped my arms around him.
“God damn, Pru,” he gasped.
I hummed softly and traced circles on his back with my fingers. “Ditto.” I still wasn’t able to string a full sentence together. Ditto was the extent of my vocabulary right now.
Rebel rolled off me and tucked me into his side under his arm. “Did I get an ‘A’ from the teacher.”
“Plus,” I whispered.
Rebel’s body shook with laughter. “Fuck yeah.”
“What about me?” I asked. I didn’t really think he would tell me I sucked, but I held my breath.
“Gold star.” He pressed a kiss to the side of my head. “A plus, plus, plus.”
I giggled and laid my hand on his chest. “Thank you, but that isn’t really a grade. I’ll just take an A-plus.” I sighed and closed my eyes. “And the gold star. Those are my favorite.”
“You should get a gold star tattooed right above that pussy, babe. Best in the whole fucking world.”
I opened one eye and looked up at him. “I have virgin skin, Rebel. I don’t think a gold star for a bombass pussy should be the first permanent mark on my body.”
“Why not?” he laughed. “It’s the damn truth.”
I patted his chest and snuggled into him. “You’re crazy.”
“Just for you, babe.” He moved his arm and rolled away from me.
“Where are you going?” I whined.
He slid out of bed and turned off the lights. “Downside of fucking with the lights on is once you’re done, someone has to get up and turn them off.” He came back to bed and tucked me back under his arm.
“You want the lights on, so you’re going to be the one to turn them off. That’s the rules,” I muttered.
“Got it, babe,” he grunted. “Get some sleep because I plan on fucking you on the kitchen counter before you go to work.”
I clenched my legs together and moaned.
Rebel grabbed the edge of the comforter and draped it over us. “Clench that pussy again, and we’re gonna be fucking again.”
“That’s not fair,” I whispered. Part of me wanted to do it, but I also knew I needed to get some sleep for work.
He laid his hand on my ass and squeezed gently. “Sleep, babe,” he whispered in my ear. “This ass will be mine tomorrow.”
*
Chapter Eighteen
Rebel
Time to make him pay…
“Oh, my God.”
“I’m coming, babe.”
Pru tossed her head back, and her fingers grasped my arm. “Faster,” she pleaded.
She clenched her pussy around me and milked my dick with each thrust. Her fingers bit into my skin, and she shouted my name.
Then she relaxed in my arms and leaned against the cabinets. “Whoa.”
Whoa was fucking right.
Before Prudence had even opened her eyes this morning, my fingers had brought her to an earth-shattering orgasm, and then, she had brought me to my knees in the shower with her mouth wrapped around my dick.
I had tried to talk her into calling into work, but she refused. Though, she did let me fuck her on the counter right after I watched her pack her lunch.
I had one taste of Prudence last night, and now, I couldn’t get enough of her.
“Are you sure you still want to go to work?” I panted.
Pru laughed and pushed me back. “Yes. I have to. It’s too late for me to get a substitute.”
I grunted and stepped back. She dropped down from the counter and sighed. “Though, I probably am going to be late because now I need to wash up.”
I leaned against the counter and pulled up my boxers. “You sure? Sounds pretty fucking hot to know my cum is dripping down your leg while you’re away from me.”
She patted me on the chest and pressed a kiss to my lips. “It sounds hot, but it really isn’t when my job is standing in front of high schoolers all day.”
I nodded and hitched my thumb to the bathroom. “You’re right.”
She waddled over to the downstairs bathroom but left the door open. “What are your plans for the day?” she called.
The water in the bathroom turned on, and I had to control myself to not walk in there and personally help Pru clean up. I knew if I did that, there was no way that she would make it to work at all.
I grabbed my cup of coffee and topped it off. “Gonna call around to see about getting a security system for your house, and then head over to the clubhouse.”
The water in the bathroom turned off, and Pru walked out looking pleasantly rumpled. Just fucked was a good look on her.
“You’re going to the clubhouse?” she asked.
I took a sip of my coffee and nodded. “Yeah.”
She grabbed her coat and shrugged it on. “Is that because you feel obligated to, or you actually want to?”
It was time I was going back to the clubhouse since Tank died. Life needed to move on, and that wasn’t going to happen if I kept running from it. “A little bit of both?” Talking to Playboy and Pru had helped yesterday, and I knew I just needed to get back to living. “I miss the club.”
“Good.” She smiled and grabbed her lunch box. “Just as long as you don’t get drunk with Mace and end up in some strange woman’s bush.”
I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to me. “You’re the only strange bush I’m landing in.”
She cocked her head to the side and pressed her finger to her lips. “I’m going to take that as a good thing and maybe you should drink some more coffee.”
“You know what I mean.”
She pressed a kiss to my lips and smiled. “I do. Have a good day. I’ll see you after work?”
I was going to spend my day working on the security system and at the clubhouse, but I was most definitely going to be at her house when she got off of work. “Nothing could keep me away, babe.”
She breezed out the front door with a wave of her fingers at me. “Bye,” she sang.
I moved to the window that looked out by the driveway and watched her until she pulled out and drove off in the direction of the school.
What a fucking one-eighty my life had done.
If you would have told me a month ago that I was going to be where I am right now, I would have thought you were crazy. No way did I think I deserved any of this. Prudence was lightyears out of my league, but somehow, I had managed to snag her. And I wasn’t going to let her go.
After my clothes were done in the dryer, I connected with Jet who gave me a couple of numbers to guys who could set up Pru’s place with a good security system.
Three hours later, I was straddling my bike and headed to clubhouse.
I hadn’t stepped through the door of the clubhouse in weeks. The walls of the place were filled with so many memories of Tank. Memories I had been running from.
Now, it was time to face those memories.
I parked next to the front door but didn’t get off my bike.
Barracuda was sitting on the bench to the side of the door with a beer in his hand. “I wasn’t expecting to see you today.”
I leaned on my tank and shrugged. “Been running for too long, I guess.”
Barracuda nodded. “I hear that.”
“What made you come back?”
Barracuda took a drink of his beer. “I fucked up.”
I didn’t expect him to admit that so freely.
“I never should have left in the first place. Losing Leona cut me in places I thought had healed.” He sighed and kicked out his feet in front of him. “Instead of staying here and leaning on my family, I thought the only thing I deserved was to be miserable for the rest of my life because for the second time in my life, the woman I loved was taken from me.”
“Did you know it was Menace?” I asked.
Barracuda threw his hand in the air. “You know, at the time, I did, but I thought Leona was it. I didn’t think he was going to go after you guys.”
“You thought he was getting revenge for Charlene.”
Barracuda nodded. “I figured in his mind I had taken Charlene away from him, so that was why he took Leona from me. I thought it was over when I left. Sure, I wanted to put Menace in the ground, but I was going to do it myself. I didn’t think that he was going to take Tank.”
I turned my head and let my gaze drop to the dirt.
“I know I’m the reason why Tank isn’t here anymore. I know you hate me, Rebel.” He laughed dryly. “I hate myself most days, too.”
Did I hate Barracuda? Not anymore. Sure, I did at one point, but that was because I needed someone to blame to try and make sense of everything.
“You know the thing in all of this? Where it all comes back to?” I asked.
“Me?” Barracuda grunted.
I shook my head and sat up. “Menace. Menace is the one who did all of this. He’s the one we all hate.” I slid of the bike and walked over to Barracuda. “Menace is the one to blame for all of this. You didn’t kill Leona or Tank. You’re the one who moved on and was just living.”
“Living,” he scoffed. “That was what pissed Menace off. He saw I was living, and now, he’s doing everything to take that away from not only me, but from everyone in my life.”
Barracuda was living with a whole different level of guilt than I was.
