Why did he have to be a former drug dealer?
And a criminal? A murderer?
Why?
“Oh wow,” Krissy said, her voice full of wonder. “You know what? I think Trevor’s here to try and save us.”
Right then the double doors to the kitchen burst open and two cooks returned along with another bulky biker. Luckily none of them were Smith.
“Oh hell,” Tiana whispered under her breath.
“Okay, time for all of you to get out of here so we can get back to work,” the gruffest of the two cooks announced. He tilted his head toward the new guy, a towering blond viking who was wearing some sort of leather motorcycle vest with patches on it and enough tats to make Trevor look like an amateur. “You’re leaving with him.”
“With this guy? To where?” Rebel asked. “Where are you taking us?”
“Name is Raider,” the new biker guy rumbled. “I’m your babysitter. Smith said you could hang with that black guy we beat up. Then I’m coming back to pick you up and give you rooms to sleep in. Tomorrow morning we’ll have a ceremony and Smith will give you away, deciding which of us gets to keep each of you.”
“Oh hell,” Tiana whispered again.
Raider cracked his knuckles. “You girls come with me and make this easy and it’ll be easy. You make it hard and I promise it’ll be hard.”
They stared at him, quiet.
“Let’s go,” he said.
“I think you should give Trevor another chance,” Krissy whispered as she glanced back at the door to Justin’s spacious room. The door was open a crack and their bodyguard, Raider, was standing in the hallway.
“What the hell for?” Rebel whispered back. She put her fork down. All of them were holding plates piled high with surprisingly good food. Even Justin, who was sitting up in the spacious bed, with cuts on his face and a bandage around his torso, had a plate on his lap. Cloth napkins and drinks were on hand. Again, this compound ran smoothly for a place that was organized by what she considered to be “the antagonists.” Too bad these men couldn’t learn to use their powers for good, because damn, they were winning at this surviving the apocalypse crap. “Don’t you remember that you were the one who told me to watch out for him? I can’t just forgive him that easily. I see him through a window for a minute and all is forgiven? That’s crazy talk. Why would I do that?”
Although she did want to do that. She wanted that so bad—to her eternal shame.
“Are you blind? Because he’s hot and he loves you, Rebel, that’s why. I totally take back everything I said. He’s here and the only reason why would be because Spike got to him and he’s let himself be captured by them so he can somehow get us the hell out of here. The others must be nearby, with some sort of escape plan.”
“Yes, it’s pretty amazing that he’s here, I think it’s true that Spike got to them. I agree the others must be here somewhere, too. And, of course he’s hot, but I don’t know that he loves me. He’s probably just here because he wants to save all of us.”
“Oh, he loves you,” Justin grumbled.
“What?” Rebel gasped. “You…you’re saying that?”
Krissy cocked her head. “See? Even the skeptic notices. It’s just that freaking obvious, you idiot. I was watching Trevor and heard what he said out there. He told the enforcers that he was there because he’d heard they had Rebel Case, the movie star and a few other women and he wanted in on that so was hoping to join their group. He mentioned you first. I swear I thought I heard his voice hitch when he said your name.”
Rebel frowned, not wanting to allow a ray of hope into her heart. It was too painful. “I just want to remind you two that both of you told me to dump him in the first place.”
Justin swallowed the food in his mouth and wiped his face with a white cloth napkin. “Everything I said was true at the time…But, now I think you need to give the guy another chance,” he sighed. “He loves you. He came back to save you. He’s here, so it shows he’s willing to risk his life to save yours…”
“Rebel, he’s the shit,” Kati cut in. “And by the way, this potato salad is fantastic. I love the pickles. Am I right? This is fabulous.”
Tiana let out a deep throated laugh, her black eyes sparkling. “I know! And these beans are like something my Grandma used to make. I can’t believe this. This is the best meal I’ve had since—”
“But…but he was a drug dealer, a murderer,” Rebel cried, trying to keep the conversation on track. “Justin, you said not to trust him, that he’s dangerous. Remember the long lectures you gave me?”
Justin sighed again, put his plate down on this lap and ran his fingers over his short, black hair. “People change. I guess the end of the world gave him the opportunity to start over, and he did. Look, after Krissy came in and explained the conversation she heard earlier, I’ve been sitting here thinking about it and what I’m telling you is, I was wrong about him. Krissy and I, we were both wrong about him. With all those tats he looks like an asshole murderer. Well, he was an asshole murderer, the kind of guy I would’ve been busy chasing down and throwing behind bars, but he’s changed. I didn’t think someone like him, someone I considered to be one step above a rabid animal, that he could change. But he did. Adam, Christian, Sebastian and the other women there, they treat him like a peer, like a man they trust. If they trust him, well, hell, I guess I trust him too.”
“I’m willing to give him another chance too,” Tiana scraped her plate clean with her fork, licked her utensil, and kept talking, “If I look back on it, he never treated me any different than anyone else. He’s nothing like these assholes up here who’re planning on sharing me out. I heard these motherfuckers talking about their plans for me, starting back when we were first in that parking lot. They’ve been referring to me as…well, I won’t even repeat that shit. What I’m saying is being here helps to show how different Trevor is from these animals. He used to be a drug dealer, which fucking sucks, that’s the lowest of the low. But, he’s clean now. It’s not like he’s trying to start that shit up again. And I mean yeah, he’s kinda full of himself and is quick with the stinging comebacks. But hey, no one’s perfect, right? And he’s some serious eye candy. I say give him another chance, too. He loves you in his own biker dude way.”
“What Tiana said,” Kati exclaimed.
“Yeah, me too,” Krissy said.
Justin nodded.
Rebel took a deep breath. “Oh shoot, now I have to find a way to get to him and tell him I love him, too.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Five hours later Rebel found a way out of the hotel room they’d locked her in. It wasn’t so hard.
The bikers trusted her more than the others, and Rebel took advantage of it. She batted her eyelashes at them, gave them the “Rebel Case” smile and they were putty in her hands.
This compound was a mountain lodge with charming rustic interior design. It reminded her a lot of resorts she’d stayed in while skiing in Aspen. She’d stayed in so many hotels during her life, all over the world, this one was just like all the others and easy to figure out. She walked swiftly down the quiet halls with the master key in hand. It had been easy enough to pluck it right off the key organizer that was mounted behind the door in the kitchen pantry. She knew what room they’d locked Trevor into because she’d overheard the two enforcers discussing how they’d introduce the new guy to Smith in the morning.
Her stomach churned. She’d only seen him for a moment, from a distance. The others wanted her to talk to him, to trust him. And in her heart, she did trust him. Trevor was her everything. The man she wanted to build a future with. But still, the last time they’d seen each other had been such a dark day.
Her last words had been, “It’s over.”
Yet here she was.
She turned the key and opened the door with a shaking hand, looking to the left and right, terrified that someone would walk down the hall and see her. The door clicked opened, she stepped in and shut it behind her an
d found herself in a darkened room. A faint light glowed just above her, it illuminated the area she stood in, but the rest of the room was still shadowed and too dark to see. She slipped the key into the pocket of her sundress. Rebel blinked several times and stood with her back resting against the door, not sure what her next move should be.
Was she even in the right room?
Someone growled, and suddenly she was covered with a warm male body.
“Rebel,” Trevor groaned.
She’d recognize that voice anywhere. Big, manly fingers were in her hair. A hand cupped the back of her head. He felt so good. His weight, his scent, the sound of his voice. Tears immediately pricked at her eyes. Her arms went around his neck automatically. She didn’t expect this. Well, maybe she did, maybe she’d hoped for a reception such as this, but she hadn’t wanted to set her hopes so high. For all she’d known maybe he’d hated her for leaving him. Hated her for keeping the baby a secret. But hate seemed to be the last thing he was feeling.
His mouth found hers and he kissed her with an intensity that sent her head spinning. She was drowning in him. His tongue swept inside her mouth, and her knees weakened. They moaned into each other’s mouths. It was so good. Unbelievably good to be with him. She’d missed this man so much. He was everything she needed.
She’d never leave him again. In order to get rid of her he’d have to change his locks and maybe leave North America, because she’d come after him with a vengeance. This man was hers.
He pulled back, panting, and cupped her face with his hands, his eyes locking with hers in the dim light. Those intense blue eyes were on her again, the ones she could gaze into for the rest of her life.
“You’re never leaving me. You hear? You’re mine.”
“Okay.” she nodded.
“I’m telling you—wait, what did you say?”
“I said, okay, I understand, I’m yours. I’m never leaving you. I tried that and all I did was cry for three days straight.”
“I’m sorry for everything I said back on the farm before you left,” he said hoarsely. “I was an asshole.”
“I was hurt because I was the last to know and because of my brother.”
“Baby, I’m sorry.”
She leaned her forehead against his. “We saw you pull up today on your bike. Krissy heard everything you said to those biker guys. Jason says you love me and I should give you another chance. In fact, all of them think you deserve another chance. I think you do too. But honey, I can’t stay, I have to get back to my room before they find out I’m gone…but I’m here to tell you I love you and I’m never letting you go. You’re mine.”
“I’ve got to get inside of you,” he rasped. “Now, I can’t wait.”
Rebel reached for his belt, in complete agreement, frantic to release his cock, but he was faster. He unzipped, and it sprang free in all its glory. Beautiful. Mouth-watering. Already hard as steel. She could literally feel herself getting wet between her thighs. She had to reach out and grasp it. He groaned as she stroked the velvety skin. She could literally feel herself getting wet between her thighs. Not too thick, not too long, curved just right, burnished blond pubic hair at the base. She bit her lip. She wanted him so damn bad. Her pussy felt impossibly wetter.
“Trevor,” she whimpered.
“I’m here, baby,” he answered.
He pressed against her, lifted one of her legs and wrapped it around his hip. This left him room to delve into her panties and feel between her legs. His thick fingers prodded her slick channel. “Damn, you’re already wet and ready. You want me, baby? You want this?”
“Please, now.”
He lifted her other leg and supported her with his body. He pushed aside her panties, positioned himself and slid inside in one smooth motion. They both groaned. It was exquisite. It was only less than a week since she’d seen him last, but it seemed like forever.
His palm went to her stomach and she put her hand over his, knowing he felt the slight baby bump. He met her gaze. “I’m sorry about what I said before, when I first found out. I was shocked and angry so I acted like as ass. This is my child,” he stated. “I am the father. Both of you are mine.”
Tears stung her eyes and her nose suddenly became tight. She held him close, not wanting to let this man out of her sight. She knew they only had this moment, then she had to go back in order to keep up the ruse that they didn’t know each other. But she couldn’t hear what he’d said often enough. It had been the most beautiful declaration of her life. “Can you repeat that?” she whispered.
He grinned, those devastating blue eyes glittering in the dim light of the room. Her stomach swooped and her knees weakened. “You’re mine,” he said again. He thrust up inside of her. She squeaked.
“I don’t care about the assholes with you that night. They’re dead and I’m here, and I’ll be the man who proves to you that you can have a husband who can be trusted.”
He thrust up inside of her. She squeaked.
“Husband?” she whispered.
“Marry me, Rebel. I want you. I want us to be a family.”
“Yes, Trevor, I want that too.”
It had always been her dream. Always. But she’d thought she’d have to freeze her eggs because it would take that long to find a man who was as untamed as her, who liked the same kinks, but was still loyal and dependable to the core.
He started slamming into her hard. He kissed her, grinding his lips against hers, his tongue plunging inside, mimicking the movements his hips made.
“Oh, honey,” she whimpered. The lead up to orgasm instantly spread throughout her, hitting hard, almost painful in its intensity. He always did this to her, knowing exactly where to touch to bring her to instant bliss. Everything about him set her body on fire. She reacted this way only for him. Only for this man. He reached down and started fingering her clit. Oh hell, it was perfect, exactly that little bit more she needed to send her over the edge. It was all happening so fast, he’d barely started fucking her and she was already there. “Trevor, I’m about to—”
“Come on me hard baby, I’m here with you.”
When she started to cry out because the unholy orgasm that was washing over her was making her buck against the wall, he kissed her and took her scream and muffled it against his mouth. His hips pounded against her in an uneven gait, then he stilled and groaned against her lips. His seed washed through her channel, filling her up, warm and complete.
She leaned into him, trying to catch her breath.
He put his face into the crook of her neck and licked her sweaty skin. “I love you,” he said huskily.
“Love you too, baby,” she whispered. “I love you so much.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Rebel woke up the next morning, alone in her “prison cell,” wondering how the hell she was going to get out of the Aryan Brotherhood compound alive.
Her eyes skimmed the deceptively beautiful hotel room and out the window to the majesty of the surrounding grove of ancient, giant sequoia trees that people used to travel from all over the world to see. But she wasn’t here on vacation, she was trapped and about to be sold to the highest bidder.
She put her hand over her baby bump. What was she going to do?
Two seconds later a fist pounded against her door. “Wake up, get dressed. Smith wants to see you.”
Rebel sighed, the beleaguered sigh of the oppressed. She got up and walked slowly to the bathroom, like it was a death march.
Then she flicked on the light of the bathroom and saw the bite mark Trevor had left on her collarbone last night. And she smiled, remembering her man was there in the compound and how he’d said he loved her and asked her to marry him. He wanted to be a father to her child. And he’d fucked her so hard and so good her pussy was still sore.
Her throat tightened and tears welled up in her eyes. Good tears. Tears of hope.
This hope carried her through. She took a shower, brushed her teeth, got dressed and met the other women outs
ide in the hallway.
She approached them with a spring in her step and a smile on her face.
“You look surprisingly good for a woman who is about to go negotiate for her life with a crazy Mad Max-type movie villain,” Krissy remarked.
“Orgasms,” Rebel whispered. “They’re my vitamins.”
Krissy rolled her eyes. “Bitch, how dare you brag about getting real male-induced orgasms while the rest of us have to subsist on whatever tools we can get our hands on.”
“Jealous much?”
“You bet I am.”
“I’m jealous too,” whispered Kati. “Well, not that I want Trevor, but a man to share a bed with would be great.”
“Don’t worry gorgeous, you’ll have a man in your bed today.”
Kati jumped, obviously startled by the looming presence of Raider, their Viking babysitter, who’d approached quietly from behind. “Um, a nice man,” she clarified for him. “I’d like a nice man who doesn’t kill people.”
“And a man who doesn’t beat women or make racist comments would be nice too,” Tiana added.
Raider’s eyebrow raised. “Might be hard to find around here. Come on ladies, let’s get you to the main hall, everyone’s waiting.”
The main entrance to the hotel was a work of art. It was enormous with vaulted ceilings and skylights. Rough, wooden beams crossed overhead. There was a gigantic rock fireplace that went to the ceiling. Picture widows framed the exquisite mountain setting. There was even a grand piano. All of the furniture had been moved to the sides though, leaving the leader of the compound seated in a place of honor near the fireplace, with his “subjects” left with the only option of standing before him.
Rebel was terrified of Smith. The guy looked like the scariest villain in every action movie ever made. And he was smart, too. But fortunately for her, he seemed to be Bond-villain crazy, so she stood a chance. Bond movie villains were always egomaniacs who spoke too long and thought they were invincible. Maybe she could play to his weakness, literally.
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