“You let me know if I’m hurting you,” Rebel demanded. I knew that he was aware that he wasn’t a small man. I could hear the strain in his voice. It was costing him to not slide completely inside. I wiggled my butt and thrust back, taking the control from him. “Fuck, angel!” He shot forward, and suddenly he was buried to the hilt.
We both groaned loudly and stilled for a moment. I felt stretched to the limit, the slight burn of his penetration gradually dimming as my body adjusted to his girth.
“You hug my dick good and tight, baby.” I felt his cock throbbing inside me. “I won’t move until you tell me to.”
I inhaled several deep breaths, relaxing my body into acceptance of having his huge cock in my ass. It didn’t take long before I demanded, “Fuck me, Michael, please!”
Rebel began moving, keeping his strokes slow and easy. Each time he was seated deep I clenched around him, causing him to dig his fingers into my hips.
“Keep that up and it will be over before it begins,” he said in a mildly irritated tone. “I want to enjoy this as long as I can. And no one—” He leaned over me and put his mouth against my ear, “no one but me gets inside this ass, you got that?”
I acknowledged with a breathless sound and a nod.
“The words, Ginger.” He was serious. “No one fucks you in the ass. No one fucks you, ever. You’re mine, baby.”
I liked the sound of that. “No one, Michael, no one fucks me ever.” I was eager to give into him. He was the only man I wanted.
“That’s right, baby. You’re mine until I’m done with you,” he rasped, beginning to pick up speed. For a split second he became rigid, as if he knew that he’d said something wrong, but he didn’t let up.
His last words were like a bucket of cold water thrown into my face. My eyes snapped open. I wondered if he had any idea of how clearly his words spelled out the probability of us not having a future together. I didn’t stop him. In spite of his hurtful comment, I couldn’t deny the mind-numbing pleasure that permeated my whole body and senses.
My soul.
I realized then that I’d never be able to deny him.
I sensed that he was close. His balls slapped against me with every hard thrust. He was breathing heavily. One of the hands at my hips shifted between us to my pussy. His fingers knew what to do to make me come. Rebel wasted no time in flicking my clit as he pumped his cock into my ass. My moans mingled with his grunts, and then we were exploding against each other, peaking and crashing back to earth as waves of release demanded all control.
“Aaaggghhh!” Rebel grunted, holding me tightly in the cradle of his convulsing hips. I felt his cock jerk inside me, spilling his seed. His hot breath bathed the back of my neck where he rested slightly. “Fuck, angel,” he panted, his hips still moving. “You’re something, you know that?”
He almost made it sound as if he’d never felt this way before, but I knew better. I collapsed onto the bed, enjoying the orgasmic ecstasy that always followed a good orgasm. Rebel was good at giving them, I couldn’t complain there. He was a generous lover. Of course, I had nothing to compare it to, but intuition told me it was so. He was certainly setting up the next man for failure.
Would there be other men?
I couldn’t see it.
Unless he walked away.
Crushing me.
A soft breath escaped me when I felt his lips kiss the back of my shoulder, and then he was shifting off of me and rolling onto his back. He pulled me against him, and something about the silence that followed prompted me to glance up at him.
His gaze captured mine. “I fucked up.” I remained quiet, waiting for him to continue. “I didn’t mean what I said.”
My brows rose. “You need to be more specific,” I said, not wanting to assume anything.
He released a breath. “When I said that no one would fuck you until I was done with you, baby—I’ll never be done with you. I don’t know why I said it.”
It took effort to remain calm. I needed to hear more before I got my hopes up. “Maybe deep down it’s what you believe.”
He shook his head rigorously. “No. Trust me, it’s not.” He began running his hands through my hair. “I want you, angel. I shouldn’t. I’m not a good man. I’ve done things.” His eyes turned stormy, and I got the impression that he was suddenly miles away, seeing something that I couldn’t. Finally he said, “I’ve done things that could land me in prison for a long time.”
“Have you hurt women or children?” He shook his head. “Have you hurt animals?” He grinned at that, but gave a negative head shake. “Have you hurt or killed anyone who didn’t deserve it?”
Again, he indicated no. “That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t go to prison for it.” He stared deeply into my eyes. “I won’t change my life, angel. It’s all I know. I’m comfortable with it. I like what I do, and I make a good living at it.”
I was trying to understand why he was telling me these things. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying that if you’re with me, that’s what you get.” His tone was firm.
“If I’m with you? As in boyfriend and girlfriend?” God, it sounded juvenile even to my ears.
Rebel laughed softly. “We won’t be going steady, but yes, if that’s what you want to call it,” he teased. He cleared his throat, but it sounded more like a grunt. “Let me make this as clear and simple as I can, baby—I want you, only you, and I have from the very beginning. I’d like to see where this goes, between us. I have the cash to buy a house‒”
My eyes grew round. This was far more than I’d expected, and the excitement blossoming inside of me threatened to explode. “You want us to live together?”
“Yeah, I want you where I can keep my eyes on you. I want to keep you safe. I want to take care of you, baby. You can still keep your job if you want.”
Ohmygod! I was shocked into silence. This was the last thing I’d expected from Rebel. And then it hit me—he really did want me, and not just for sex. He wanted to take care of me. I’d never had anyone take care of me before, other than my parents. I could only blink up at him, trying to digest what he’d been saying, trying not to break down in happy tears, but I could feel my eyes swelling and burning and I knew that it was just a matter of time.
“You okay, baby? You’re quiet. You don’t want the same thing?”
Was that concern in his voice? I knew it was a mistake the second I opened my mouth. “I … You … We … I‒” I closed my mouth and swallowed, hoping that the next time I opened my mouth a complete sentence would fall out. Rebel was watching me closely, a crooked grin on his sensual mouth. I took a breath. “Yes. I do want the same thing. I just never thought that you would. I know what a nomad does, how they live.”
“I’ll still be a nomad, angel. I won’t change the way I live. I’ll be gone on jobs a lot. One job gone badly could be the end of everything. Can you accept that?”
I could accept almost anything except one thing. “Will there be other women?”
“No.” The fact that he didn’t hesitate told me that I could believe him. “No other women for me. You’re the only one I want.”
Happy beyond belief, I climbed up onto him and gave him a long kiss. His arms automatically closed around me, crushing me against him. I could feel the lust renewing between us, but neither of us made a move to carry it any further. Our kiss was consuming, and scorching hot. Rebel wasted no time in parting my lips and attacking my tongue with his. Our naked bodies were flush. I was aware of every one of Rebel’s hot, hard muscles against me, aware that his hands had moved to my butt and were squeezing the mounds vigorously.
When we came apart I laid my head down against his shoulder. “I need to go to the hospital,” I murmured after a while, thinking about Della. I hoped that she’d had a good night.
“I’ll drop you off.”
“You have another job already?” I frowned, lifting my head slightly to meet his eyes.
“No. I thought I’d meet wit
h a realtor to see about that house.”
Oh. The thought of playing house with Rebel made me feel warm and content inside.
Life was about to get interesting!
Chapter 26
Rebel
I’d told Ginger that I was going to look for a house, and I intended to, but finding Daryl and Jack was my first fucking priority. After I’d dropped her off at the hospital, I headed to the pier to see Pinkie. My gut told me that if Daryl owed the Kings drug money then he’d be hiding from them, which meant that he’d have to get his drugs through another channel. Junkies always managed to find money for their next fix. I parked my bike, glancing toward the direction of the pier. I could see Pinkie from where I was standing, peddling his cheap beach towels and t-shirts, which was nothing but a front for his real business. To make sure that he threw the cops off, he gave a t-shirt or towel to every junkie who came by to buy drugs from him to give off the appearance of being legit, and every once in a while someone came by who actually wanted the cheap crap that he sold.
My phone buzzed just as I got off my bike. I dug it out of my pocket and leaned against my bike, seeing that it was Jace. Good. I’d been waiting for his call. He was supposed to touch base with me and Moody after he returned the girl to her Politian father and got the payoff.
“Got some good news, brother?”
He laughed. “Yep! Dropped the girl off, money’s in the bank. I’m on my way back now. I talked to Moody, he said your girl managed to escape on her own. Hate that I had to leave.”
“Yeah, she’s small but feisty, and don’t worry about it, man. Bad timing. I’m here at the pier looking for the fucker who took her now.”
“Why the pier?”
“He’s a junkie. He screwed himself over with the Kings, but he’ll need to get his fix somewhere.”
“Pinkie?”
“That’s what I’m thinking. Daryl’s days are numbered. I’ve got half of Daytona looking for his ass.”
“What about the Kings? You get any blowback from them?”
“Not yet.” I’d been watching Pinkie from where I stood, and I noticed that he was packing up his shit. “Listen, looks like Pinkie spotted me and is getting ready to move. I’ll talk to you later.” I ended the call and began to walk toward the beach.
Pinkie’s movements told me that he was in a hurry. I grinned at the nervous look on his face that even his busy, unkempt beard couldn’t disguise. Every few moments his gaze shot up to me to see if I was still heading his way. Pinkie was the kind of person who looked guilty of something even when he wasn’t, and when he saw something that looked like trouble heading his way, he was quick to run.
He was just about to push his cart away when I stopped him. “Hey, Pinkie, long time no see,” I said in a friendly tone, putting my hand on his bony shoulder.
He came up short and swung around, pretending surprise at seeing me. “Oh, hey there, Rebel.” His eye twitched, a nervous tell. “Yeah, it’s been a while, man.”
“Yeah, I’ve been out of town the last few years. So what’s your hurry?”
He shrugged. “Things are slow. I was just finishing up for the day.”
I grinned, rubbing the lower half of my whiskered jaw. It was still early for him to be packing up, but I decided to let it go. We both knew why he was leaving. “You know anyone named Daryl?” Fuck, it suddenly occurred to me that I still didn’t know his last name. “Tall, thin guy with shaggy brown hair, brown eyes, pale complexion?” I tried to recall anything that stood out about him, but shit, I’d only met him once. “Hangs with a guy named Jack.”
Pinkie gave a nervous laugh. “Sounds like most of my friends.” By “friends” he meant the clients that he sold drugs too. “You, ah, interested in a couple of beach towels?”
I knew how to play the game. I dug out some money. “You know them?” I handed him fifty bucks. He picked up a towel and held it up so I could see the huge butterfly on it. It immediately reminded me of the tattoo that Ginger had right above her cute little pussy.
“I only know one Daryl, he used to be a client until he tried to steal some merchandise when he thought I wasn’t looking. I don’t know any Jacks. You like this one?”
I nodded, snatching it from him. “Seen him lately?”
He shook his head, reaching for another towel. “Naw. He’d be stupid to come back around here, haven’t seen him in weeks. Talk is the Kings are after him.” He unfolded a towel that had kittens and puppies all over it, holding it up for my inspection.
I nodded, taking it from him. “Yeah, there’s a few of us looking for him. So who would Daryl go to if he couldn’t come to you?”
We both knew that he knew the other dealers in the area. They all knew one another. They had territories just like the MCs did. I knew some of the dealers in the area, but Pinkie would have a better idea of where Daryl would go.
He grimaced. “Check with that fucker, Keiser, down on Main Street. He hops from bar to bar to sell his shit.”
I could tell from his tone that there was no love lost between the two. I knew Keiser, too, but there was so many fucking dealers around I didn’t have time to pay them all a visit, but at least I had a place to start. “You see Daryl, you get in touch with Vinny at Pirate’s Cove. You got me?”
“Sure. Sure. I know Vinny. He’s a good man.” He seemed relieved that that was all I needed from him.
I walked away with the two beach towels hanging from my hand. There was no sense in heading down to Main Street. Keiser wasn’t known to come out until after dark, just like the cockroach that he was. He was known for dealing in inferior shit, and word on the street was that more than one overdose had been credited to him.
I stuffed the towels into my saddlebag and then brought my leg over the seat. I was about to start my bike when a familiar rumble drew my attention. I recognized Ace, one of the Sentinels, turning in my direction. I knew all the members in the club, but Ace least of all. He wasn’t the friendliest. He didn’t speak much, and he tended to keep to himself. What little I did know about him I’d heard from Tanner and some of the others before I’d left Daytona, back when we’d hung out on Main Street or at Tanner’s bar.
At forty-something he was the oldest of the Sentinels, built like a professional wrestler, and strong as an ox. Half of his face and body were scarred from a helicopter crash that he’d survived when he’d been deployed, which contributed to his dark, unapproachable looks. He frightened little kids, and the women feared him but still flocked to him because he was a biker. They didn’t care about his scars, or that he’d returned home a hero. As far as they knew, he’d received them from doing some dangerous, bad ass biker shit.
He pulled to a stop beside me but didn’t shut down his bike. We exchanged chin lifts. “Glad I saw you,” was the first thing out of his mouth. “Found out where Jack lives.”
It didn’t surprise me that the Sentinels had been the first ones to get a solid lead. They ran the streets at night, and they knew their town. He didn’t have to say any more. I started my bike and followed him to a rundown apartment complex in a seedier part of town that resembled an old hotel. As we drove through the lot I spotted a black Camaro that stuck out amongst the older vehicles parked around it. We pulled up next to it and dismounted.
Ace said nothing as we walked toward Jack’s apartment. He took the stairs two at a time to the second floor. He didn’t acknowledge me until we came to a stop outside of a door with the paint peeling off of it. He paused and directed a hard, uncompromising look on me.
“You kill anyone, make it clean.”
I gave him a sharp nod, and then watched as he stepped back and raised his leg to kick the door in. We stepped inside and closed and locked the door behind us. Several things registered at once. The room was empty but the TV was on, and the place reeked of weed and cigarettes. Ace and I exchanged a look, and as we both moved to search the apartment, the sound of a door opening stopped us. The noise of the TV had probably blocked the noise of Ace kicki
ng in the door, because the man walking into the room was buck naked and running a towel over his wet head.
When he glanced up and saw two, big, leather-clad bikers standing in his living room, he panicked and turned around and ran. I caught up with him, wrapping my hands around his throat and throwing him against the nearest wall. “What are you running for?” I gritted into his face. “Are you the fuck who took my woman?”
His eyes nearly bugged out of his face, proving his guilt. “What? No! It‒It was Daryl!” It hadn’t taken much persuasion for him to throw his friend under the bus.
This was going to be easy. “So you weren’t there?” I grated, applying pressure. He remained quiet. Losing patience, I punched him in the gut and returned my hand to his throat. “Answer me, you asshole! I recognize your black Camaro.” I banged his head back against the wall, not caring if I cracked his skull. The wall cracked instead.
“I‒was there!” he admitted reluctantly.“But I didn’t touch her! I swear! I just provided the transportation.”
He was downplaying his role, but I didn’t give a fuck. His face was turning red. Instead of loosening my hold I tightened it, resisting the urge to strangle the life out of him. The thought of how terrified Ginger must have been when they’d taken her registered in my mind. “That’s not what she said,” I lied between my teeth, looking closely for his reaction. I could hear Ace moving around in the apartment, and I knew that he was searching the place. When Jack began to sputter and lose consciousness, I loosened my hold and slammed him a couple more times against the wall to wake him up.
“I j-just held h-her!” he admitted with a pitiful cry.
“That means you put your hands on my woman, asshole. You touched what belongs to me. What do you think I do to fuckers who touch what’s mine?” I could feel him shaking violently.
“I-I-I do-don’t k-k-know! I-I did-n’t huuurt her!”
I shook him, gritting into his face. “Doesn’t matter.” I wondered how long it would take before he started begging me not to hurt him.
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