Oh, God, I didn't even want to try and figure out what that meant, but the knowledge did something wild inside of me. It made me feel that I had been different for him, and not just someone he had fucked for the sake of getting off. His confession gave me the confidence to act on the intense arousal that was flowing through my blood, and I reached up and grabbed him by the hair until our eyes met.
"Then fuck me now."
The animal sound of his feral growl echoed through my tiny bathroom, and Rebel's reaction was quick and brutal. First his hands squeezed my bottom, and then he was lifting me. I wrapped my legs around his waist at the same time that he buried his cock all the way inside me. There was no warning, just one, deep plunge that took my breath away. A long groan of pleasure erupted from me, in spite of the slight burn and tightness as he stretched me. I threw back my head and closed my eyes.
Bliss.
Total fucking bliss.
"Oh, God!"
"Fucking hell, you feel good wrapped around my dick," he snarled, pinning me against the wall and away from the spray of the water. "So fucking tight, angel."
He held still for a moment, but I could feel his cock moving on its own, pulsing and swelling like a great, threatening beast getting ready to conquer and ruin me. My nails raked down his back, feeling him stiffen against my assault.
He leaned back and captured my gaze. "Go ahead and tear me up with those claws, baby, because I'm going to fucking own your pussy." He pulled back slightly before slamming back in. I moaned, enjoying the slight roughness and jarring of my body. "Your hot, wet cunt has been on my mind, and I intend to get my fill while I'm here."
While he was here? I didn't like the sound of that, but I was feeling too much to analyze his words now. My body was alive with arousal and the pleasure that Rebel was giving me. My senses were exploding with emotions that could have overwhelmed me if I’d let them possess me. And I wanted to. Rebel's hands, mouth, and cock were wrecking sweet havoc on my body. He was claiming my soul.
"Don't hold back," I pleaded into his ear, biting down on the lobe.
"I don't want to hurt you," he rasped.
"You won't." I clenched around his cock, relishing in the shudder that moved through his strong body. "I need to feel . . .” It had been so long, and I'd dreamt of this moment since the last time I'd seen him. It was silly, I knew that, and I’d known that chances of us ever seeing each other again had been slim after I'd run away. I'd often wondered if he'd survived his days in the Red Devils.
"I need hard and fast," I demanded, meeting him thrust for thrust.
"Whatever you want, baby," Rebel growled, picking up speed.
He began to piston in and out of me with rapid precision, going deeper and deeper until the head of his cock hit a barrier. I scraped his scalp with my nails, twisting my hands in his hair, and tightening my walls around him when he was buried to the hilt. His sharp hiss was my reward.
"So fucking tight," he grumbled deeply, plowing through my pussy without mercy. He took a minute to run his mouth over my breasts, sucking and biting the quivering peaks before settling his hot mouth on my nipples. I cried out, thrusting my breasts out to him and rolling my head back onto my shoulders. "I could fucking spend all night with these tits," he grated around an erect nub. "So fucking tasty."
His hands tightened against my ass as he continued to pull me onto his cock. Each time, Rebel made sure to slide over my clit, the stimulation bringing me to the edge. I was going to orgasm any second, and it was going to be devastating. It would be a miracle if I survived the volcanic rush surging through my blood. The point of no return came when one of Rebel's fingers searched between my butt cheeks and breached the tiny hole of my rectum.
"Rebel‒" I sucked in my breath at the unexpected invasion.
He ignored the slight panic in my voice, pulling away from my breasts to look into my eyes. His face was taut with arousal, everything about his expression looked primal, almost feral. "Come on my dick, angel. I want to feel your cream flood around me." He began to wiggle his finger in my bum hole and I realized that he was inching in deeper. I clenched my nails into the flesh of his biceps, not caring that I was tearing his skin. His cock and finger began to thrust into my body in sync.
"Oh my God!" I screamed, and bucked wildly when my orgasm claimed me. The fullness in my pussy and the thick finger fucking my ass set off a series of breath-stealing convulsions that I couldn't hope to control. So many different emotions were running through me at the same time, I was feeling too much, too fast. I couldn't catch my breath, and Rebel kept on fucking me right through my orgasm, unconcerned with my plight. I was sure that I'd never feel anything else like it in my lifetime.
If I thought Rebel was going to give me time to come down, I was mistaken. He had no intention of stopping, in fact he sped up, and it was clear that he was chasing his own orgasm now. He crushed me against the tile, grunting with every thrust, his hands clenched into my bottom to keep me exactly where he wanted me.
"That's it, baby," he groaned when I squeezed my muscles around him. "Tighten those muscles around my dick." I reached around for his nipple, twisting it hard. That was all it took to send him over the edge. "Aaagghhh!" His whole body stiffened and he slammed into me one final time, coming hard. "Fuck! Fuck!" he chanted each time I felt his cock pulse deeply inside me.
The scent of sex surrounded us, something strong and arousing and totally pleasant. I lowered my trembling legs with a smile on my lips. I didn't regret what had just happened. Being with Rebel made me feel alive, and wanted, and there'd been something about him since the very beginning that had gotten to me on all levels. It had been more than just attraction, a mystery that I couldn't begin to understand. Love at first sight? No way. Probably lust at first sight was more like it, and the knowledge that what Wildman had demanded of us was going to happen, whether I'd wanted it to or not.
I'd decided back then to embrace the inevitable.
Better then dying a horrible death after being defiled by countless animals.
So what was happening now? Why had I so eagerly accepted Rebel back into my life? I didn't know what this meant between us, but the foolish, hopeful woman in me hoped that it was something more than just sex.
"That was fucking incredible, but don't read more into this than what it is."
Well, that certainly dashed my hopes in a cold and sobering way. I didn't even know how to respond to that.
"I'm a nomad, angel, I run solo. I don't do relationships."
I stiffened. The sensual cloud of orgasmic bliss that had been surrounding me suddenly felt like burning, acid rain, taking my breath away. The change in atmosphere was palpable, but I couldn't control how disappointed and angry I was growing at his insensitive words. He took a lot for granted, waltzing back into my life, taking over, reminding me of how good the sex was between us, and then basically saying that it had been nothing special to him. So what had it been for him? Had he just been scratching an itch?
Typical asshole.
I didn't wait for him to pull out of me. Planting my hands on his chest I gave him a strong shove. With a grunt he stumbled back, severing the connection between us in more ways than just the physical. I glared up into the face of his mild surprise. "Don't you think that’s something you should have made clear before you fucked me, that I was just scratching an itch for you?"
"I didn't say that."
"That's exactly what you said. You're an asshole, Rebel." Gritting my teeth, I stepped out of the shower. I was so mad that I was shaking with it. I ripped a towel off the rod and brought it around my body, leaving the bathroom as quickly as I could.
Chapter 14
Rebel
Shit, I'd fucked up. I should never have touched Ginger. I should have taken her friend up on her offer and given her a ride home. We both knew that it would have ended in sex. She would have scratched the itch, but would it have satisfied me? I hadn't lied to Ginger when I'd said that it made a difference when you were with someone tha
t you wanted, and God knows that I'd wanted her from the start. I had rubbed one off many times with her pretty face on my mind. I couldn't explain why I couldn’t get her out of my thoughts, and I refused to think that it meant anything more than wanting to sink my dick inside her tight, little pussy. She was right in calling me an asshole.
I couldn't afford to have ties.
I was a nomad, wandering the country and taking jobs as they came to me, mostly from MCs that needed something done under the radar. The kind of jobs that were dangerous and could lead to long prison sentences if caught. Such was my current job that I was doing with Jace and Moody. The three of us worked together a lot. In a way we were our own MC. We trusted each other, we had each other's backs, and we were as tight as brothers could get. Each one of us had at one time or another been in clubs, deciding early on that we preferred to run solo.
Right now we were looking for a politician's daughter. It wasn't news that she and a friend had been snatched up right off the street one morning while they'd been jogging, but there'd never been a ransom demand for either girl. They'd simply disappeared. Of course their families wanted them back, so they'd hired Jace's firm to find her. He had a legit business on the side that focused on investigative services. The Politian had ties with the local MC back in his hometown, and had gone to them for help, desperate to find his only daughter. They'd referred him to Jace.
Jace had contacted Moody and me for help, mainly as backup. Not that his firm couldn't have handled shit on its own if it had been a typical kidnapping situation. The fact that there'd been no ransom demand led Jace to believe that this was a human trafficking situation, and that was so far underground that it would be impossible to find the girls if you didn't have the right connections and resources. The people involved in human trafficking were serious about their business, and they had strict rules in place to make certain that the average Joe didn't stumble upon their operation, one of which was that they moved around a lot, until it was time to sell the girls.
I finished my shower, dried off, and slipped into my jeans before heading out to the kitchen. I noticed that Ginger's bedroom was door closed, but something about the utter silence in the apartment told me that she had left. When my gaze lit on the unlocked front door, I guessed that she had probably gone next door to check up on her friend. I padded barefoot to the fridge, opened it, and looked over the meager contents. Salad and sandwich stuff wasn't going to satisfy me, so I ordered a couple of pizzas and then walked across the short hallway to her friend’s apartment.
I rapped a few times on the door, and didn't have to wait long for it to open to a cute little blonde in a pair of loose pajama bottoms and a tank. She was a little on the pale side, which I contributed to her recent illness, and her hair was a wild mess. Still, there was a sparkle in her pretty blue eyes and a welcoming smile on her full mouth.
"Della?"
She giggled. "Rebel?"
"Don't let him in!" I heard Ginger snap from somewhere behind her.
With an eye roll and a smile, Della stepped back and opened the door. "Ignore my irritable friend." She swung back to Ginger and said in a low tone that I was sure she didn’t think I would hear, "He's yummy!"
I entered the room just in time to see Ginger roll her eyes and cross her arms over her chest. My gaze ate her up. She wasn't wearing much, just a clinging tank and pair of boy shorts, both of which didn't leave much to the imagination, and, I knew that she was naked underneath. Her hair was still wet and uncombed, her cheeks rosy, and her eyes were flashing fire from the heated emotions running through her. It was obvious that she was still angry, but I knew the flushed look of sexual gratification on a woman's face when I saw it, and little Ginger couldn't deny that I'd satisfied her.
She was a hot mess, and the sight of her made my dick twitch.
"What did you do to piss off my best friend?" Della asked, still holding the door open, her smile giving her a little color in her cheeks.
As if she doesn’t already know, I thought to myself. I'm sure Ginger hadn't wasted any time in telling Della that I'd thoroughly fucked her in the shower and then ruined it by saying what I had afterwards. My gaze moved from Ginger, who was poised like a statue shooting lightning bolts my way, to the shorter, curvier woman standing in front of me.
"I'm innocent," I grinned, hearing Ginger's snort. "And I'm not staying. I just wanted to let you ladies know that I ordered a couple of pizzas and that I'm willing to share them."
Della's eyes widened into twin pools of excitement. "Not sure how my stomach feels about that, but I'm willing to give it a try. Pizza is my weakness. What time do you want us over?"
Another snort from Ginger, this time louder. "Yes, what time do you want us over to my apartment to eat?"
I smirked, liking her sass. The door was still open, and before I could answer them, a tall, thin man walked up on us. He had a look about him that reminded me of the meth heads that I'd come across over the years. I didn't know what the guy looked like before the drugs had taken control of him, but the clothes that he was wearing were hanging on his thin frame, and it appeared that he had a nervous twitch. He barely met my eyes, instead looking directly at Della with an intensity that I thought should worry her.
"Who's this?" he demanded. "Heard you were sick, but it looks like you're cheating on me."
Della's eyes rounded and her jaw dropped. "Well, ‘hi’ to you too, Daryl, and I was sick as a dog for two days," she explained in a slightly pissed off tone. "This is Rebel, Ginger's man."
I glanced at Ginger and she remained mutinously quiet, her lips pressed together, but it was the hard look in her eyes that warned me that she didn't like the man.
"Then why the fuck is he here with you?"
The man was an idiot if he couldn't see that his attitude was starting to piss me off. I knew the threat even if the women didn't recognize it. He was on something now, his pupils were so dilated that they practically covered the whole brown of his eyes. The look on Della's face told me that she was used to Daryl’s appearance, but saddened by it. Maybe he hadn't always been a prick.
"Maybe because I am, too?" Ginger snapped, drawing his attention. Her tone backed up my earlier observation that she didn't like the man. "By the way, I took care of your girlfriend while she was sick. Where the hell were you?"
"Shut the fuck up, bitch‒"
I snapped, grabbing him by the collar of his tee and slamming him up against the door. He grunted at the impact, and Della gasped loudly, but I ignored them both.
"Rebel‒"
I ignored Ginger too.
"You show respect, asshole." I grated the words into his face. "You got me?" I waited for his nod of understanding and released him.
He straightened his shirt and looked at Ginger sheepishly. "Sorry, Gin, I, ah, guess I got carried away." His lackluster apology was weak but I let it slide.
Ginger didn't acknowledge him in any way. Finally, Daryl appealed to Della, who'd been standing by, shocked, as if she'd never seen someone stand up to her boyfriend like that before. "Can I talk to you?" It was obvious that he was making an attempt to control himself. He glanced back at me before continuing, "Privately?"
I crossed my arms and planted my feet to show Della that I wasn't going anywhere. Whether or not she liked the show of support I had no idea, but there was no way that I was going to leave her or Ginger there alone with the asshole. My gut told me that he was unstable, and that there was an underlining violence beneath the surface of his shaky veneer. The slightest softening of Della’s expression told me a lot.
"Sure," she said after a moment. She took Daryl by the hand. "Let's go to my bedroom."
I waited until I heard the click of her door before pinning my gaze on Ginger. "He's using."
Her eyes widened slightly, as if she were surprised that I'd guessed that all ready. "We're not sure what or for how long, but he's changed the last couple of months. I've tried to talk some sense into Della, I’ve told her to get rid of him,
but they've been together a long time."
"Old habits are hard to break." She nodded. "Is he abusive?"
"Not to my knowledge. I mean, Della's never had any bruises or anything, and she would tell me if he was knocking her around."
"You sure about that?"
The look on her face said that it hadn't occurred to her before then. "We're best friends, Rebel, we tell each other everything."
I smirked at that. "Did you tell her about us?"
"There is no us!" she hissed.
My brows shot up at that. "Who was that sexy little number I just got done fucking in the shower?"
She pressed her lips, and I could see that she was struggling with what to say. It only made me grin wider.
"I hate you!" she hissed.
I laughed. "Want me to prove you wrong?" She looked positively frightened at that prospect.
Before she could respond, the voices in the bedroom grew louder, loud enough that it became obvious that the conversation between Della and Daryl was about money, and that it was increasing in intensity. I could see the worry in Ginger's eyes as we both glanced in the direction of the door. My instinct was to intervene, but I reminded myself that it wasn't my business, as long as Daryl kept his hands off Della. If he put his hands on her in a violent way, then all bets were off.
I'd seen enough violence towards women during my time with the Red Devils. It had taken everything in me not to get involved. That's why when Ginger had been thrown at me, I'd done everything that I could to protect her from the others, even if I hadn't been able to protect her from myself. There was no way that I could make up to her what she'd gone through at my hands, and that was like acid eating away in my gut.
The pizza delivery guy showed up, reminding us that Della's entrance door was still open. He began knocking at Ginger's closed door. "Pizza delivery!"
"We'll be over as soon as Daryl is gone," Ginger said to me, noticing him.
I hesitated, listening to the sound of arguing that was still going on in the bedroom. It was obvious that whatever was happening in there was escalating. "Baby, there's no way I'm leaving you here with that asshole in there." I pulled some cash out of my pocket and stepped out to deal with the delivery guy. He took the cash and I took the pizzas, taking them into Della's apartment and setting them on the kitchen counter.
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