Blood Of A Rebel (Black Rebel Riders' MC Book 9)

by Glenna Maynard

  Now, it’s Bridgette’s turn. She grins at Rhyner. “Rhy, truth or dare?”

  “Truth.”

  “Uh, no fun. Okay, question…would you rather get head or get fucked?”

  “Both woman, preferably soon.” He wiggles his brows and she shoves him. He pulls her into his side and kisses her forehead.

  They are getting cozy, fast.

  “Cole, truth or dare?”

  “Dare.” I grin as I reach into the bowl. Pulling out a slip of paper, I unfold. When I read the words, I laugh.

  “What’s it say? Read it aloud,” Bridgette encourages.

  Morgan moves off my lap to sit next to me.

  “Run out into the street naked.”

  “You don’t have to,” Morgan promises.

  “The hell he doesn’t! Take it all off and get ready to run,” Bridgette demands.

  “No problem. No shame in my game.” I stand up and kick my shoes off. I follow by removing my shirt. “If you don’t want to see my ass, now’s the time to cover your eyes,” I warn. Walking to the door, I unzip my jeans and undo the button.

  “Cole...” Morgan calls my name.

  I wink over my shoulder at her and drop my pants. Kicking the denim to the side, I throw open the door. I cup my frank and beans, and turn back to my friends. Morgan is staring at me with hungry eyes and my cock jerks in my hold. Bridgette whistles and Rhy shakes his head.

  “I’ll be back,” I yell, and prepare to run down the hall, in my birthday suit.

  “Famous last words,” Rhy yells back at me.

  I take off down the hall, hoping like hell none of our neighbors call the police on me for indecent exposure. When I round the corner, I bump into a soft body, knocking whoever it is on their ass.

  “Sorry,” I say, holding out my free hand to help her up. It isn’t until I look at her, that I realize who in the fuck it is. Harper. Fuck. I’ve got to get rid of her.

  “If I had known you’d be so happy to see me, I’d have come over a lot sooner.” She flashes her teeth at me, taking my hand. “I knew you’d come around,” she tells me, once she’s recovered from the impact and gotten to her feet.

  “What are you doing here, Harper? I told you, I’m busy,” I grit out, trying to keep my voice down.

  She steps into me, poking my chest. “Let’s not forget something, Cole. You work for Marek, but your dick belongs to me.” Her hand wraps around mine, squeezing my balls hard. “I want your cock, lover. I want it now.” Letting me go, she goes to the wall and flips the back of her skirt over her bare ass. Then she braces her hands against the wall as she bends enough to jut her ass out. “Fuck me. Fuck me right here, right now. That’s an order, California.”

  With a quick look back at my door, I notice it’s still closed, thank fuck. Stepping behind Harper, I pull her hair, hard and grab her ass. “You’ve been a bad girl, Harper. You need to be punished.” I dig my fingers into her ass cheek as she trembles. She appreciates some role play. “I want you to go home, and find one of those new cunts, break her, get her ready. When I come back tomorrow, I’m gonna punish you, and then we’ll play with your new toy.”

  “I’m so wet, Cole,” she moans.

  “Good, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I smack her ass, leaving a stinging handprint.

  “Tomorrow.” She grins and practically skips down the hall to the stairwell.

  “Fuck,” I mutter under my breath and collapse against the wall in relief, just as Rhyner pokes his head out the door.

  “You alright, man?”

  I sigh. “Yeah, be right in.”

  He nods and tosses my jeans out into the hall with a heavy thud, then closes the door. Fuck, I bang my fist back at the wall. Son of a whore. Motherfucker. That was close. Too close.

  Chapter 10

  Bridgette

  Damn, Rhyner is sexy. I can’t figure him out, but I am liking this guy a lot. He’s mysterious. A challenge. He doesn’t offer me much about himself, other than flirting with me. That’s cool with me. I like a good time as much as the next girl. He can be my Mr. Right Now.

  “What’s taking Cole so long, I’m getting bored with this,” I say, flippantly.

  “I’ll step out and see,” Rhyner offers.

  I grin at Morgan. “Cole has a nice ass.”

  “Bridgette, hush!” She grits the words, but her mouth lifts into a smile.

  I smirk. “Admit it, Morg. You enjoyed the show.”

  She lets out a heavy sigh. “Okay, he’s got a great ass.”

  Rhyner comes back in. “He’s coming.”

  “Morgan wishes,” I tease.

  “What would you know about it?” Rhyner questions, pulling me up from my seat by my hands.

  “Wouldn’t you like to find out,” I sass him.

  “Hell, yeah. That’s why I’m asking woman. Question is, are you gonna show me, or you gonna be all talk?”

  “Oh, I’m going to show you,” I fire back.

  Rhyner is staring at me, his heated eyes are intent and full of purpose. “What are you waiting for?” He jerks me into him and kisses me. Fuck, does this guy kiss me. My toes curl as his tongue delves into my mouth, tasting and exploring. I can’t help but imagine his tongue, tasting and exploring the rest of me.

  “Mmm,” I moan.

  “So, hey, Morgan. I’m gonna go in here with Rhy, okay?”

  She nods. “Yeah, go on.”

  Rhy is already tugging my hand, leading me to his room. Yeah, I know I only just met the guy, but there’s an attraction between us that I can’t deny, and I’m careful. I look around the room, making note of how bare it is. There is nothing personal or of interest on display. Weird.

  “How long have you lived here, with Cole?”

  He shrugs. “Not that long.”

  “What do you do? Are you in school?”

  “I work for my family,” he says, vague.

  “Doing what?”

  “Less talking. You gonna let me come all in that pretty mouth, Bridgette?” Rhyner asks, as he shoves me on the bed.

  “That depends. You gonna kiss my pussy the way you just kissed my mouth?”

  “Does a fat baby fart?”

  I snort. That was the last thing I expected to leave his filthy mouth. “That is so not sexy.” I laugh harder.

  The bed dips with his weight as he straddles me. His fingers lace through mine as we crash back on the mattress. “You think I’m funny. I got your funny…” His mouth claims mine again, and no more words are spoken, as we got lost in the attraction that is drawing us together. We’re a flurry of tongues and fingers as clothes go flying.

  “Fuck, you taste good,” he tells me.

  “My pussy is even sweeter,” I tease.

  “Damn, I’m gonna have to put you to the test.” He smirks, sliding down my body, until he his eye level with my clit. His tongue snakes out and strikes my aching clit, flicking and licking me, as his fingers part my lips.

  My hands take hold of his hair, digging my nails into his scalp, pulling him closer, needing more, so much more.

  He takes me to another level of desire. This guy damn sure knows how to eat pussy. I take what I want from him, scratching my nails down his back, begging him for more. “Don’t stop, Rhy, oh yes, like that,” I encourage, as he replaces his tongue with his fingers, stretching me, priming me for the fucking he’s gonna give me.

  Miracle

  I smile, hearing Bridgette’s giggle travel through the walls. I’m glad her and Rhyner are hitting it off. Here I was worried about the two of them messing things up for Cole and me, but I’m the one sitting alone in the living room, wondering what happened to Cole. I thought things were going great. I don’t understand what changed from the time he took the dare to now.

  Tired of waiting, I clean up the empty beer bottles and toss the paper from the game in the trash. I stick the rest of the uneaten pizza in the fridge for the guys for later. After washing the plates, Cole still hasn’t returned. I’m about to say screw it and walk home.
I don’t deserve this. Whatever this disappearing act of his is.

  I grab my purse, slinging it over my shoulder. I’ll send Bridgette a text when I get to the dorm. There’s no reason for me to ruin her night. By the sound of the thumps coming from Rhyner’s bedroom, she’s having the time of her life. I’m almost jealous. That should be Cole and me, well, I don’t know that I was prepared to sleep with him, but I definitely wanted to make out with him.

  Taking a deep breath, I grab the doorknob, and take one last look around the room. I wonder if this how it feels to be dumped? When I open the door and step into the hall, the last thing I expect to see is Cole slumped against the wall, barefoot and shirtless with his head buried in his hands.

  “Hey, I’m just gonna go…”

  He looks up at me, and for the first time since meeting him, he seems so down, torn even. Not quite broken, but something is eating at him. “I’m sorry, Morgan. I just needed a minute.” He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

  I flop down next to him in the floor and try to ignore his muscles and tattoos looking all so sexy. “Want to talk about it? I’m a good listener.” I bump my knee with his and lay my head on his bare shoulder.

  “I fucked up bad, Morgan. I did bad things, I got mixed up with some bad people.” He looks at me, and I hate that there is a sadness there and a wall between us. “You’re so sweet, so pretty. I don’t deserve a girl like you.”

  Before I can respond, he hooks his thumb under my chin, keeping my face from moving. Not that I could look away from him right now if I wanted to.

  “I want to be a man that deserves all the good you have in you, but there are things I gotta do, terrible things…”

  “Cole, I haven’t told you about my family. But, let’s just say, my dad…he fucked up a lot. He’s the king of mistakes. He hurt a lot of people, but you know what, Cole?”

  “What’s that?”

  “Good people make mistakes. They make bad choices. It’s part of life. This bad thing or things, I don’t know who or what they are, and I’m not gonna ask you to tell me. That’s another thing about how I was raised. I know when to ask questions and when not to. And what I do know about you and me, is I like you. I think you like me. So, as long as you are honest with me…and as long as you are honest with yourself, we can see where life takes us, Cole.” I didn’t mean to get so deep, and I thought I was going to tell him, to kick rocks, but I couldn’t. I like Cole. I want to be around him. I want to be with him.

  “Morgan, again, I don’t deserve you. But, I want you. I need you.” His soft lips find mine and his fingers thread through my hair as I straddle his lap.

  Chill bumps fan across his chest, pebbling his nipples. I smile, I do this to Cole. Running my fingers over his pecs, I take one of his nipples between my finger and my thumb, pinching him, loving the reaction I get as he growls and nips at my bottom lip. With his hand fisted in my hair, he tugs my head back, exposing my neck to his mouth as he peppers kisses along my collarbone.

  I roll my hips, grinding against him, wanting him so badly, needing him more than the air in my lungs to breathe. As he reaches around my back and undoes my top, I lose all train of consciousness. I’m lost in the sensations of being with Cole. In my mind, it doesn’t register that we’re sitting on the floor where anyone might see. All I know is I don’t want him to stop touching and tasting my skin.

  When he dips his head down and takes my nipple between his teeth, I soak my panties. I don’t protest when he unbuttons my jeans. I don’t protest when he maneuvers us so he can pick the pair of us up from the floor and carry me to his bed.

  We go at it. We go at each other as though we are starving for one another’s body. I’m on fire, burning with every touch of his fingers, every caress of his tongue as it brushes against mine. “I want you,” I confess. “I need…”

  “What do you need, Morgan?”

  “You, Cole. I need…you.”

  “Fuck, you’re killing me,” he says.

  I smile as he pulls my jeans down my legs and tosses them to the floor, his own pants aren’t far behind. Cole blankets my body with his and his hot, firm cock presses into my stomach. I feel like I should be scared or nervous, but I’m not. It’s perfect…Cole is perfect.

  This is it. Tonight, I am giving myself to Cole. He’s worth it.

  Chapter 11

  Cole

  I swore I was going to walk away. I was going to drive Morgan home and leave her alone. But, I’m selfish. I want her, more than I probably should, because I know I’ll only break her heart. Doing so will destroy me, but if I’m going to hell, I might as well take full advantage of every stop along the way.

  Morgan moans beneath me. Her body responds to my every touch. Her body is quaking with need. A need that only I can fulfill. I know it’s her first time and she deserves better than me. Harper showing up was the dose of reality I needed. It was fun to pretend for a day or two that I was just a normal teenager taking his girlfriend out on a date, but I’m anything but that. I’m a liar. A filthy fucking liar. I’ll make love to Morgan tonight as Cole, as me. But tomorrow, I may have to be California and fuck Harper. I don’t want to; the thought makes me sick. It’s almost enough to make me stop what I’m doing with Morgan, but again, as I said, I’m selfish. I’m a bastard.

  Hearing Morgan say she wants me…that she needs me does me in. I can’t stop. I need her just as much, if not more. So, I take my time, bringing her to the edge and back again. I tease her slick hole with my fingers, stretching her, getting her ready. My tongue flicks against her clit, then I suck her pulsing bud between my lips, and flatten my tongue against her sensitive heat.

  Her hips buck, and I use my free hand to hold her in place.

  “Oh, God…Cole…more, I need…” my name on her lips sounds so wrong and yet, so right.

  I work my fingers deeper, and when she tightens around me, I pull them out. Denying her from reaching her peak. I get up from the bed to get a condom, as much as it pains me. I need to do this right for her. “Play with your pussy for me, Morgan,” I order her, and her fingers trail down her torso. Pre-cum runs over the head of my dick, and I know this is going faster than I want it to. She’s nervous, but tries to hide it. “Don’t be scared, baby, let me see you touch yourself.” I work my cock in my hands and get the condom on as her finger circles her clit, sliding in her juices. Fuck, she’s so wet for me.

  I’d love more than anything to have her without the barrier of a condom between us, but I won’t risk getting her pregnant. I won’t do that to her. Morgan deserves so much better than a bastard like me, but I’m too fucking selfish not to sleep with her. I want to own that piece of her. I want to be her first, only, and last. I’m going to fuck up at some point. I know it, but not tonight. Tonight, I’ll own this…I’ll own her.

  The sight of her pleasuring the treasure she’s about to give me takes my breath away. Her slender, delicate fingers circle her clit. Her arousal glistens under the low glow of the bedside lamp. Beautiful. Prettiest damn thing I’ve ever seen. Her head is thrown back now as she lets herself get lost in the sensations. She’s no longer the shy, timid girl, who giggled when I held her hand. No. Morgan is all woman in this moment. I soak it all in, committing this night to memory, afraid that someday soon, it’s all I’ll have left of her.

  Her eyes flash open. “Cole…,” she pants my name in a breathy whisper.

  My lips curve into a smirk as I rejoin her on the bed, blanketing her body with mine. The tip of my cock replaces her fingers. I take my time, going slow, kissing her as I push further in. She tenses beneath me, her fingers claw at my back, and a hiss passes through her lips as I break through the final barrier separating us, her virginity.

  “You okay?”

  “Don’t stop,” she says against my lips, arching her back, thrusting her hips, pushing me deep. So fucking deep. She squeezes me so damn tight, I nearly lose it.

  God, I hope I don’t break her heart. Please don’t let me.

>   “You’re beautiful,” I tell her, because she is.

  She smiles up at me and says, “You make me feel beautiful. Like I’m the only girl in the world.”

  How I wish that were true.

  Pushing thoughts of anything or anyone but Morgan aside, I drive harder and deeper than I thought possible. Her legs circle around my hips, the balls of her feet dig into my backside, and she shudders against me. Sliding my hands beneath her back and under her arms, I roll us, so that Morgan is on top. I want her riding me. I want her in control. I want to see her body rise and fall. See her tits bounce as she pumps up and down and round and round.

  “Wow, Cole…just wow,” she says on a throaty whisper.

  I smile at her, loving the way she makes me feel. When it’s only the two of us, everything that weighs me down begins to slip away completely. My hands grip her hips, guiding the pace, until she’s comfortable enough to take over. Her palms brace my chest and she grinds down circling her hips, moving side to side, driving me mad. My balls tighten, and I know it won’t be long before I get off. Her perky titties jump as she raises up and down, riding me hard. Poetry in motion, the best damn thing I’ve ever seen or felt for that matter. Nothing has compared to this…being with Morgan. I could love her, but I can’t let myself take it there. The thought that I could tell her right now, that I do…terrifies me. I’ve fallen fast and hard, and I don’t know how to stop. I don’t know that I want to.

  Her silk heat clenches around me and her body trembles. Her breaths are labored purrs as she lays against my chest coming down from her orgasm. I haven’t gotten off and I don’t even care, just having her in my arms and knowing I turned her into a sex kitten is enough. My sex kitten. I slip the condom off and toss it in the small trash can next to my bed.

  The words, I love you, hang on the tip of my tongue, but I’m a man on a cliff afraid to jump. I’m so damn scared to take that flying leap. It’s too soon. My feelings for this girl are too intense. I think back to what my dad said about meeting the one. I think I found her. I just wish it was in another five years.