Rebel: (Boneyard Brotherhood MC Romance Book 3)

by Amber Burns

  “Oh,” she said suddenly. “Well then.”

  The hall ended with a doorway. The door stood shut, a tarnished bronze knob protecting anyone from entry. She considered the closed door for a moment, then rested her hand upon the knob. She drummed her fingers against the tarnished bronze for a moment, thinking.

  He has been very open with me so far… almost shockingly honest, and open. But how do I even know that that is actually the truth, this sort of personality that he is, like, presenting to me? She eyed the door, her pulse quickening with intrigue. Out of bounds seems like the perfect invitation to me, Nina thought. Maybe, like, a chance to see who this Rowan really is. And with that, she pressed her fingers firmly around the doorknob and twisted.

  The door swung open slowly, revealing a small, tidy bedroom. A tightly made bed sat in the corner, and another rusted iron wood stove sat beside it. The nubs of melted candles spilled over the edges of old pop bottles, decorating the edge of the bedroom’s window ledge. A stack of books climbed upwards, spines brushing the ceiling. Nina’s mouth dropped, and her eyes spilled into green circles of disbelief as she noted that shelves of books filled every spare space of the bedroom wall. She took a step forward into the bedroom, her bare foot pressing against the floor boards, causing them to sigh pleasantly beneath her weight. She eased forward, slowly, carefully, the feeling that she was trespassing bubbling up in the center of her chest. It was both anxiety inducing and delicious, she realized. She made her way across the pale wood floorboards until she held her face inches from the nearest span of soaring books. She reached out her fingers and carefully brushed their spines.

  The books were soft and welcoming; they seemed to beg her to touch them. She began to walk slowly around the room, dragging her fingers across their spines, feeling her own spine shiver with delight as she made her journey across this forbidden bedroom of a stranger. It was as she turned the corner and found herself suddenly aware of the presence of another person.

  Nina froze, her fingers still playing upon the spine of a thick, darkly covered book, her eyes unblinking, staring straight ahead. She turned slowly and found Rowan standing in the doorway, a white towel hanging loosely from his waist, his chest bare, his hair damp. She gasped, trying to find words.

  “I… I just…” She stuttered over and over.

  “Hi,” Rowan said, leaning against the door frame.

  His body was impossible not to look at it. She found her green eyes wandering over his chiseled chest, his perfect abs…Her gaze traced the shape of his thighs, pressing against the tight white towel, the way the cotton fabric stretched across his crotch. She found herself mesmerized by the way the patterns of black ink carved pictures across his perfect skin; her eyes became tangled in the rolling of black and red, the roiling of green and blue painting his body into a true work of art. She blinked and swallowed, but still, the moment held its magic; the image was impossibly beautiful. Droplets of liquid clung to his upper lip, danced in his beard as they caught the early morning light that spun its way through the glass window panes. She found herself dropping her hands from the soft touch of the books and pressing them breathlessly against her chest. Her heart leaped as Rowan dropped his arms from the door frame and took a single step forward. The towel flashed slightly open, and Nina glimpsed a split second’s image of his hard, muscular thigh. She bit at her lip.

  “What are you doing in here?” Rowan asked, crossing to his bed. He grabbed a shirt from the shelf above his headboard and wrestled it over his head. Nina watched his back muscles work to pull the material over his mass of wet, black hair. He shoved the sleeves up, displaying the rivets of his muscular arms. She swallowed again as he turned to look at her, his eyebrows raised expectantly.

  “Oh,” she gasped, realizing he had posed a question and she had not yet answered. She looked down at her bare feet, her sweaty pants, then glanced back up at him. As she did so, he ran a hand through his damp hair, tossing it gently back from his face. Her heart skipped.

  “I… I was just looking for the like… the coffee,” she sputtered. She willed her cheeks not to blush and forced herself to hold his gaze. Rowan stared at her for a moment, then nodded and grinned.

  “Alright,” he said. “I bet. I mean you’ve been out for two days now, you probably need a good reviving sip, huh?” He turned his back to her and reached beneath his bed, his hand returning with a pair of faded jeans in tow. He unfolded the pants and undid their fastenings.

  “What?” she said. She glanced again at the window, and then the smell of her body odor hit her again, full in the face. She winced and took a step back from him. “Okay, like ya, that makes sense, because I smell like a fucking horse.”

  Rowan laughed, his face cracking into a pleasant expression.

  “Hey now, don’t you be insulting my horses. Those babies are beauties,” he teased.

  Nina smiled and raised her hands.

  “Okay… like, a horse that rolled in manure and then didn’t like do anything about it for at least, like, a week. Is that better?”

  Rowan squinted at her, his grin growing. He loosened his towel.

  “Yea,” he agreed. “I’ll give you that one. This time.”

  Rowan leaned forward and grabbed a loose handful of Nina’s vibrant hair. He pressed it to his face and breathed in. He pulled his face back, mocking disgust, and dropped the hair back to her shoulder.

  “Oh, gross,” he mocked, waving his hand in the air as if to banish a terrible smell. “Jeez, you really do smell like horse shit.” He ran a hand through her hair, and she felt her cheeks flush while her heart skipped. Then he grinned at her and winked. He turned his back to her, then turned his head back and nodded towards the water spigot that stood proudly outside the house. “You can go wash up out there, alright? There are buckets and some soap.”

  Nina stared at him for a moment, uncomprehending.

  “Wait…” she began. “You want me to just like, get showered and shit? Outside?”

  Rowan did not even turn around to face her.

  “Yep,” he said. “I mean, unless you don’t really feel like washing up. Because honey, that’s all there is out here. Sorry, but it’s kind of, hm, what was that endearing thing you called it? Oh, right: the middle of fucking nowhere.”

  Nina stared for a moment in disbelief. Then, realizing she was serious, she turned and stalked out the door. As she turned the corner back into the small hallway, she saw Rowan out of the corner of her eye; he dropped the towel, let it slide down his waist, exposing his muscular ass. Then he shimmied into his light jeans and turned so quickly she did not have a second to run.

  “What are you waiting for?” he said calmly. He grinned. “Get washed up.”

  ***

  Nina stood in front of the iron spigot, staring it down angrily.

  “Okayyyy,” she breathed, pressing her hands against her thighs. “Alrighttt.”

  She cleared her throat and glanced around, expecting to encounter a surprise crowd of people. There was no one in sight, only the horses, who did not seem to care at all about her presence. The trees surrounded the clearing, bowing slightly to her in the wind, as if exulting her body. She took a breath and yanked her pants from her body, shimmying her round ass out of the confining material. As she stripped the tartan from her legs, the wind picked up, and her skin seemed to sing at the touch of fresh air pressing against it after so many days. She raised her hands suddenly and tilted back her head. The wind eagerly responded, grabbing at her and playing through it; kissing her cheeks the color of rose petals. She laughed and found herself spinning in circles, and the sheer ridiculousness of it made her laugh even more. When she finally stopped spinning and opened her eyes, she found herself face to face with Rowan. He was smiling, staring at her, his beard playing with the wind, his eyes alive with joy.

  “You like it?” he asked, and although he didn’t even finish the sentence, Nina found herself nodding, smiling, laughing in agreement.

  “Yes,” she
said, and she took a step forward. She reached out a hand and pressed it against his stomach, her fingers finding the outlines of his abs. She breathed in as her pulse quickened, then looked up at him, her eyes a dangerous shade of green. “I really like it.”

  Rowan looked at her for a moment, his face unreadable, his eyes black pools of temptation. Then in one motion he leaned forward, grabbed her roughly and pulled her towards him, and pressed his lips against her own. Nina gasped and pressed her lips against his face. He held her tenderly yet roughly against him, his abs heaving and pressing into her torso, his hips pushing against her own in a way that made her gasp. Her tongue flicked against the roof of his mouth, and he felt himself beginning to harden. He ran his fingers through her mane of hair, daring to burn his tattooed flesh against the fiery tendrils of her mane, daring to be burned, if only to roll with her in heated bliss for a few moments. He cupped her face and kissed her fiercely, tenderly, his fingers tracing the outline of her cheek, her hands running down his back, grabbing at his ass, his hips, then finally, finally, and his eyes began to roll back in bliss, sliding beneath his shirt and slinking downwards towards his crotch.

  That was when he stopped. He pulled away from her roughly, so suddenly that she startled, her eyes flashing open with green electricity, her hair flying backward in the wind. He picked her up under one arm and threw her down against the soft ground. She cried out in pleasure, her fingers slinking beneath her shirt, caressing her breasts. He grinned and peeled his own shirt back away from his body, revealing his impossibly toned stomach, the inky snake dangerously slinking up and down his center. His chest heaved up and down in time with the rhythm of her own writhing. This made his dick throb. He reached down and undid his pants. Her eyes widened, and she pinched both her nipples, her lips hanging open, her legs trembling with eager anticipation.

  “Oh, fuck,” he breathed, and he walked slowly over her, a predator readying himself to pounce on his prey. “Oh holy fuck, sweet, sweet Nina, baby.” Rowan dropped to his knees over her body, turning back and forth with eagerness. “Mmm.”

  He ran his fingers up and under her shirt. His tattooed hand caught open her right breast, and he bit his lip, stared at her in her green eyes. He pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and twisted lightly. Nina’s eyelids fluttered, and she breathed out.

  “Ohhh,” she cried, her lips parting in joy. “Yes, Rowan, yes, please.”

  Rowan grinned, leaned forward, brushed his long hair from his eyes. He pulled Nina up towards him suddenly, roughly, rolling up her shirt and undoing her bra all in one smooth movement. Her hands traced the back of his head, and her lips fell upon his cheek. She bit at his ear, and he snarled back. He ripped the bra from her body and threw the shirt to the ground. Then he pressed her back down to the grass, hard, and ran his hands over her naked body. He had to grit his teeth as his fingers traced her tight stomach. He ran his hands up her body and was thrilled as her form responded. Her light flesh tilted and shivered at his touch, and her back arched up in reaction to how he ran his fingers up her stomach. He traced her breasts with both his hands, running his fingers over the soft flesh that framed her nipples. Then he looked her directly in the eyes, his face serious, his eyes filled with dangerous lust. He gripped both her perfect, pink nipples in his fingers and squeezed. Then he lowered his face to her breasts and wrapped his lips around her nipple. She breathed out in ecstasy, and he sucked at her nipple until her eyes shut with joy. He released it from his mouth and ran his fingers through her hair.

  “You like that, Nina?” he whispered gruffly, pressing his teeth against her neck hungrily.

  “Oh,” she cried, pressing her hands against his naked back. She drove her nails into his flesh and flicked her tongue against collar bones. “Yes, Rowan,” she gasped, her eyes glinting with sunlight. “Please, Rowan, more, give it all to me, baby, please.”

  Rowan breathed in the smell of her, the faint lingerings of floral perfume, the human scent of her hair. Then he lowered her gently back down upon the grass, resting her head softly upon the ground. He looked her in the eyes as the breath fluttered from between her pink parted lips. Then he leaned his head in and kissed her tenderly, lovingly, running his hands through her beautiful hair. As he kissed her his fingers slid down her body, tracing the stunning curve of her breasts, her hips. He pressed his lips against her cheek, rubbed his face against her own, cupped her head in his large hand, and his other hand slid down her body to her lean waist. He slipped his fingers beneath the fabric of her pink thong and ran his hand over the soft skin of her pussy.

  “Mmmm,” Nina moaned.

  She reached down and pressed his head against her skin, easing him downwards, encouraging his lips to explore her body. Rowan complied. He tore her thong away from her body and slid his fingers along her tender pussy. He found her clit and began to circle it slowly with her fingers, massaging her gently, tenderly.

  “Oh, Rowan,” Nina sighed.

  She reached up and cupped her breasts, pressed them hard against her body in bliss. Rowan grinned and pressed his lips to her clit. He ran his tongue over her clit and eyed her. Their eyes caught on to each others’ and held and Rowan felt his cock bulge with attraction. He pressed his lips against her clit and sucked and licked, caressed her beautiful bits of flesh with tenderness and appreciation. Then he slid his hand downwards and slipped his tattooed fingers inside of her.

  Nina cried out in joy, her eyes rolling back and her body shaking with pleasure. Rowan slid his fingers in and out of her, feeling how wet she was, closing his eyes to savor the warmth of her body around his hand. Then he could no longer bear it. He slipped his hand out of her body and tore his pants from his muscular form. Nina’s eyes flickered open, and she gaped at the man that stood before her.

  “Ho….ly...fuck.”

  Rowan stood before her, naked, perfect, the ideal image of manhood. His cock was hard and thick, and at that moment Nina longed for nothing more than to wrap her lips around its shaft.

  Rowan lowered himself before her, but before he could make another move, Nina was upon him. She leaped off the ground and pushed him down onto the grass. She crawled up his body and licked down his abs. Her fingers raced down his sides, caressing the outlines of his muscular arms, squeezing his body against her own. Rowan groaned and let his eyes roll back, let himself fall into pure bliss. Nina grinned and flicked her eyebrows up and down. Then she grabbed his hard, throbbing cock in her hand. She ran her hand up and down, licking her lips eagerly as she eyed him.

  “Your cock is so hard,” she whispered against his ear. The feeling of her lips brushing against his neck, his cheek, sent goosebumps careening down Rowan’s spine. “I can’t wait to put that hard dick into my mouth.”

  Nina kissed Rowan’s stomach, his hips, all the while stroking his large cock. Her hands slipped expertly up and down his shaft, and her tongue flickered around his hip bones in a maddeningly teasing dance. Finally, she slipped her lips around the head of his cock. Rowan cried out in thankfulness and his hands tangled in the tangled flames of her hair. She sucked at his hard manhood, taking it deep within her throat, rolling the edges of her tongue up and down the sides of his dick. She pressed her body against his own and pulled him into her mouth deeper. She slammed his dick deep into her throat and then began to slide him in and out, in and out, of her warm mouth, her lips pursed and her eyes glinting with pleasure.

  Nina pulled her lips slowly off of his thick shaft and watched as his hard cock sprung free from her pink, wet mouth. She smiled, mouth hanging open and nodded at him, her pale eyebrows leaping up her flushed face.

  “You like that? You like it when I suck that hard cock?”

  Rowan nodded, running his trembling fingers over his beard.

  “Oh, you bet I like that, Nina,” he grunted, and then he pushed himself upright and grabbed her by the hips. “But I don’t like anything in the world as much as you are going to like this.”

  Nina threw her head of hair b
ack at him and fixed him with an eager gaze, her green eyes blinking lazily, her mouth hanging open as her tits bounced with the rapid heaving of her chest.

  “Show me,” she ordered.

  And with that Rowan thrust himself inside of her. The feeling was overwhelming, one of pure ecstasy, one of explosive pleasure. They both cried out as Rowan began to move inside of her, sliding himself more deeply into her soft, warm body. Nina arched her back and rubbed her supple ass against his hardened cock as he eased in and out of her. He gripped her curved hips in his hands, and she tossed her hair back, responding to every single movement of his body against her own. As he began to press deep within her, she exploded with pleasure, crying out, her hips grinding around his own in a circular rhythm. He drove into her harder, faster, flicking her wet clit with his fingers. Rowan Leaned forward to grip her bouncing breasts in his hand, squeezing her nipples as she reached her hands back to grab his beard and pull his lips against her own. Biting, grazing, holding hard and gasping for breath they tumbled on the grass, running their hand over each others’ naked bodies, Rowan moving deeply inside of her, Nina grinding her hips over his hard, thick cock, her breasts bouncing up and down, smacking together with the pulsation of their movement, her hair flying through the wind, a tangle of black locks and red flame, their eyes meeting and sparks shaking them both with bliss.