Accidental Rebel: A Marriage Mistake Romance

by Snow, Nicole

  If only they knew.

  Keith looks at me as the medics approach, his eyes huge and red. “Miller, goddammit. We have to go. Right now. I don’t need my legs to fly and–”

  “Just let ’em set your legs. Clean you up. You’ll be on the first flight once I talk to Heather. You still got your phone?”

  “Yeah. Miller,” he whispers, pulling at my pant leg, staring up at me with this lost, hollowed-out expression in his eyes. “What have we got ourselves into?”

  “Hell,” I whisper. “Now we just have to find our way out.”

  I don’t move till the EMTs have got Keith loaded, taking him away. Then I march Jackie outside, around the building, to a small park with a sculpture garden that’s usually not very crowded this time of day.

  There’s a statue of a huge angel there. That’s where I pull Jackie before whirling her around, slamming her into the stone base so hard she bangs her head.

  I don’t care if anyone else notices.

  I’ve already got an Uber on the way to pick me up.

  “You’ll pay for this!” she hisses, her face raw hatred.

  “No, you will!” I snatch her phone out of her hand and smash it on the ground, buying a few more precious minutes. “Next time I see you, bitch, it’ll be in an orange jumpsuit. I know the instant I let you go, you’ll want to storm back into your office and have your men hunt us both down. You’ll be on the horn assembling a whole assassin team to vaporize every trace of us. Can’t stop that, but it won’t be quick for you. You’re gonna have a lot on your hands to deal with first, Jackie.”

  She looks at me, her anger crumbling into confusion. “What are you–”

  I point the gun down and fire. Right through her thigh, a part that won’t be fatal, even though I wish I could end her right here in broad daylight.

  It works. She goes down, too shocked to even scream, clutching at her wound.

  I don’t hear her howling for help till I’m closing the door to the car, telling the driver to step on it.

  * * *

  Present

  I jump at the feel of a hand pulling at mine.

  “Are you all right?” Gwen asks. “Miller, where are you?”

  “Right here, babe. Sorry.”

  “Your hand is ice cold,” she says, frowning. “I’m afraid to even ask what you were thinking.”

  “Then don’t.” I stand. “You don’t want to know. I don’t want you to know.”

  She squeezes my hand again. “Okay. It’s too bad we don’t have some of those remote control bombs you told me about when you and Keith got your cigarettes and socks off that truck.”

  A shiver zips up my spine. I don’t have the heart to tell her J.T. set me up with an arsenal, and several remote detonation charges are just a few of my new toys.

  Can’t imagine I’ll have to use them, but there’s no telling how many reinforcements Jackie might call in. She could come here with a goddamn small army, considering I’m the man who shot her.

  She stands and nods toward the cabin. “Want to teach me how to grill burgers? The kids are probably starving. Shane, at least. I swear that kid has a hollow leg.”

  Consider me Ginger-snapped. She’s so beautiful, inside and out.

  I love how she does that, shifts things, not just the conversation, but the tension inside me. Her voice must be half the magic. It’s so bright, so cheerful, sunny and inviting and ferociously tempting.

  “That’s my boy. Always hungry,” I say, touching the tip of her nose. “I’ll grill the hamburgers. You can watch.”

  “Watch and learn?”

  I give my head a slow shake. “When you’re ready. Don’t think the middle of the woods is a good place for you to experiment with grilling over an open fire.”

  Her eyes sparkle as she nods. “You might be right about that.”

  “Damn right, I am.”

  She giggles as we walk up the short trail to the deck, hand in hand. The desire to kiss her flares inside me, but I check myself, reluctantly releasing her hand so she can walk in the house.

  I uncover the grill and use a wire brush on the metal rack before going inside to get the bag of briquets. Gwen has the fridge door open, bent over, digging things out. Can’t help but give her sweet ass a quick pinch.

  “Hey!” She spins about, holding a ketchup bottle. “Keep that up and I’ll squirt you with this.”

  I step forward and reach around, this time to cup her butt with one hand. “Too slow.”

  Her face arches toward me, fighting another dick-teasing grin. “Oh, just wait.”

  The temptation is too much. I brush my lips on hers, then jerk back. “That bottle hasn’t been opened yet. Guess I’ll be waiting a long damn time.”

  She kisses my chin. “Then maybe I’ll work on my bottle opening skills. Or do I need a lesson in that too?”

  This girl.

  I take the bottle and set it on the counter. While keeping an ear tuned outside, just in case one of the kids comes running up the hill and bursts inside, I grasp her waist and pull her close enough to feel my building hard-on.

  The fullness of her tits pressed to my chest scorches my blood, sending raw heat to my cock.

  “How ’bout you open something else for me?” I shouldn’t ask that, shouldn’t do this, but she’s the distraction I need right now. Redheaded heaven, right here in blood-red hell.

  Smiling, she slides her hands into my back pockets, grinding against my growing dick. “Like what, teacher? Couldn’t begin to guess what you mean.”

  I bite her earlobe softly, loving how she gasps, before whispering, “Those long, sweet legs for one.”

  She presses tighter against me. “Oh? And why would I do that?”

  Even her voice is mock innocence. Hearing her purr like that wrecks me.

  I slide a hand inside the back of her shorts. “The better to slide right into your tight little piece, Red.”

  “Hmmm...” She fakes a frown, twirling her hair.

  I swear to everything holy I almost flip her against the counter and take her right there.

  “What a big mouth you have, Miller. And what big eyes. And – oh, this right here.” She reaches down, running her fingers up my bulge. “Whatever this is, it’s very freaking big.”

  “The better to fuck you with, Gwen. And I mean now.”

  Enough games. Snarling, I take her hand and lead us straight to the bedroom.

  She makes enough room near the bed for her hand to slide around and cup my cock. “There’s a window here. If we open it, we can hear the kids.”

  “Yeah, we can.” No argument here.

  Look, I know how insane this is, but this need, this storm in my blood...I need her under me, consequences be damned.

  She plants a quick kiss on my lips before stepping away. “Go stand by the window.”

  I reach out to grab her, but she’s already too far away. “Where are you going?”

  “Go stand by the window, Miller,” she says, entering the joining bathroom. “Make sure you can see the kids.”

  I move to the window. Both Shane and Lauren are still on the shore, happily picking up rocks and throwing them so they’ll skip over the water. They’re blissfully oblivious, and that’s what I’d love to be for the next ten minutes.

  It’s too soon for anyone to find us here. Not with J.T.’s Eagle watching up the only road, ready to give warning.

  Red returns with a foil packet. “Glad you remembered these.”

  I bite back a grin. I don’t tell her that I didn’t.

  May Courtney strikes again.

  She rips the packet open with her teeth and one hand, using the other to unbutton my jeans. I pull down her shorts and panties, half-wondering if we’re really doing this, right here, right now. She’s adventurous, game for an animal quickie, and I love it.

  With my jeans and underwear down around my legs, she rolls on the condom with a satisfying stroke. Then she steps out of her shorts and bends across the bed.

  Sp
reading her legs, she cranes her ass toward me. “Legs open, Mr. Rush. Give it to me.”

  She’s such a delectable little brat sometimes. You’d better believe I’ll fuck her like one too.

  I grasp her face and kiss her hard. “You’re amazing, Gingersnap.”

  She grasps my butt, pulling me closer. “Only for an amazing man. Funny how that works out, isn’t it? I just love how free you make me feel. How safe.” She cups my balls. “And how horny. Miller, please. I need you in me now.”

  Don’t need her to ask me twice.

  I take her sweet cunt and it’s as hot, slick, and eager as I knew it’d be.

  My full length slides deep inside her with a single thrust.

  “Oh!” She whimpers, opening her legs wider, pushing her ass up toward my abs.

  I grasp her hips, holding her in place, slowly pumping in and out of her. No easy task when I want to pound her into tomorrow. “You were so ready for me, babe. Must’ve been wet the whole way here.”

  “You do that to me.” Her legs brush my ass, teasing. “Get me all hot and bothered.”

  My hips move faster in response. She moans, and I can’t decide if I love it even more than the steady smack of my balls on her clit.

  We go hard for a while, and right before she comes, her face twists back for a kiss. I take her tongue the same way I rule her body for the next sixty seconds, loving how her pussy spasms, clenches, and sucks at my length.

  Hard to believe I’m still going after that, but I am, pounding up into her at a faster, meaner clip.

  With one hand, I fist her hair. The other rolls up her shirt and flips her bra down, so I can fondle her perked nipples while my dick goes to town on her. Nothing’s ever felt so good.

  The slow burn sustains a primal reaction in my blood, building to a roar. That’s when I flip her over, get her under me good and proper, face to face so I can see everything my thrusts do to her.

  I dip my head and suck one nipple hard, loving the sound of her muffled moan.

  My mouth works harder, then I twirl my tongue around the other pebbled nipple before finally letting it go. “You don’t have to be quiet here. Not right now. They won’t hear while they’re still at the lake, tossing rocks.”

  “They might,” she says, right before laying her head back and moaning loudly.

  My forehead dives against hers, pressing our faces together. I lock eyes, burning my gaze into her, wishing even my eyes could fuck her like I’m doing now, slamming my dick to the edge of her womb.

  “Miller!” she groans. “Oh, yeah. Yeah. That’s. Good.”

  I know I’ve done it when a writer can’t form sentences anymore. I pull back and drive into her again, several times, pressing harder, deeper, going for the zone.

  Her hot little pussy clamps around me as she whimpers again. “Miller, come with me. Come together.”

  “Killing me, baby. Fuck, you’re–”

  I can’t even finish when it happens.

  Her pussy tightens, her flushed lips fly open, and this breathless little whine grinds out as her O hits full force. She always comes harder the second time.

  I thought I could go forever, but the tension at the base of my spine explodes the instant I see her coming.

  So I bury my lips on hers, smothering her screams, and give in.

  White, electric heat sears up my balls and soaks my brain in ecstasy. For the next minute there’s just this heat lightning of two tangled bodies, fire-red hair, and the most luscious pair of tits in my life bouncing like they might rocket right off her as I slam into her as hard as I can.

  There’s just Little Red Riding Cock and the Big Bad Wolf I’ve become, owning every inch of her.

  There’s just Gingersnap and me, enraptured in lust, drunk on the best hit of our lives.

  I swear I’ve never come so hard for so long. When I’m finally spent, the afterglow leaves me damn near numb. I flop down next to her like I’ve lost my spine.

  I glance out the window one more time, see the kids still by the docks, then look at Gwen, at her smiling face and sparkling green eyes.

  She leans forward, kisses me with full tongue, and then lays her head on my shoulder. “Thank you.”

  “Not like you’re paying me, babe.” I laugh, having never been thanked for sex before like I just fixed her dishwasher. Hell, maybe I did fix something down there.

  “No. I mean, it’s almost like a housewarming present, I guess. I wasn’t sure about all this, coming up here, these people chasing you...but now I know we’ll be fine here. We’ll be okay. We might even have a normal life up here, however long it lasts.” She reaches over, running her fingers along my jaw, scratching at my beard.

  “Well, you’re welcome. Come again anytime,” I say with a wink.

  She giggles. “Seriously, we’d better get dressed now, before the kids decide to come looking for us. It’ll be dark soon.”

  She’s right, but even so, I want another round. The world feels whole again after we’ve fucked.

  Planting a few parting kisses on my neck, she whispers, “One more thing: there’s no couch here, Miller. We’ll have to share a bed. I’ll let you decide how you want to break the news.”

  Shit. I’d noticed that. I’m sure I’ll just tell Shane and Lauren whatever I should, but not before I have some fun.

  “There’s a recliner out there, you know.”

  “Right,” she whispers, her smile never skipping a beat. Then she untangles those long, beautifully Gwen legs from mine and sits up with a backward glance, mischief in her eyes. “We’ll have to try that next.”

  15

  Winners and Losers (Gwen)

  So call me flipping crazy.

  Here we are, in my mother’s cabin, hiding from some seriously evil people, and all I can think about is having sex with Miller Rush. Day and night.

  We’ve been here for almost two weeks, and it’s utterly unfair how everything he does presses my buttons. Turns me on, even when it should be as boring and mundane as folding socks.

  Maybe it’s because he’s at ease when he’s fishing, cooking, or just patrolling the grounds. I only see him tense when he’s on his laptop, giving the screen a glare that might burn right through it.

  Of course that does something wicked to me, too.

  Of freaking course. I’ve become a total fiend for this bearish man.

  All his faults.

  All his talents.

  All his endless, showery affection.

  Miller knows it too. He uses it to send me close to the brink whenever he pleases.

  Kinda like right now. The way he’s staring at my boobs makes me wonder if he can see right through my shirt. My nipples pucker, helplessly lost remembering the warmth of his lips and the jagged, oh-so-sweet scratch of his beard.

  It’s the facial hair that really drives me wild. I never even knew I had a thing for guys with beards before he showed up and decided to let his scruff grow a little longer, a little more natural, a little more wild to match this frenzied, lumbersexual life he’s taken on.

  Lucky me.

  It’ll be a few hours before anything can happen, though. I push off the dock with both hands and jump to my feet, shaking myself back into the present.

  “You two need more worms,” I say.

  Miller looks over his shoulder and grins. “Two more fish, and we’ll have plenty for supper. These are big walleye, could almost give the salmon back home a run.”

  “Wonderful.” I pick up the can. “Lauren, honey, want to help me dig for more?”

  She sets her book on the dock and leaps up. “Sure thing!”

  I smile, knowing she loves to get her hands in the earth. There’s something calming about the cool, dark, rich soil up here.

  It’s been a cloudy day, with rain off and on, so fishing was about the only outdoor activity for the kids this afternoon. We’ve all shared the two poles, but Lauren would rather read, and I was satisfied just watching.

  Mostly because I often end up
missing more fish than I catch, like yesterday, which is half the reason they need more worms.

  Lauren and I walk up the short incline to the cabin, and then take the gravel path to the shed to grab a shovel. I’m about to open the door when something catches my attention.

  A cigarette butt.

  Miller doesn’t smoke. Neither do I.

  I reach down and hold it up to my face, frowning.

  It could’ve been there before, I guess. An old one I just hadn’t noticed. Mother brings plenty of odd writerly characters up here for her retreats, and I’m sure the smokes and coffee and scotch flow like fountains but...

  My gut tells me different.

  I don’t open the shed door. “You know what? We have a few sausages we could eat along with the fish, and it looks like it’s going to rain again soon. Maybe we should just say we’re done fishing for the day.”

  Lauren’s face lights up. “We could play another game of Scrabble.”

  “For sure.” I lay a hand on her shoulder while scanning the area. “Let’s go tell your dad and brother.”

  We aren’t even to the dock again when Shane asks, “You found worms already?”

  “Nope.” Lauren shakes her head. “Gwen says we’re done fishing. It’s Scrabble time instead.”

  “What?” Shane says, giving his pole a shake. “You’re crazy!”

  A frown covers Miller’s face as his gaze meets mine. I give a slight nod, gesturing at the shed.

  “Your sister isn’t crazy, Shane.” Miller reels in his line. “We’ve got ourselves enough fish to clean.”

  “And it’s going to rain again soon,” Lauren says, tilting her head to stare into the overcast sky.

  “You don’t know that,” Shane argues. “It’s been cloudy all day.”

  “And raining off and on,” Lauren tells him.

  “Good. Fish bite in the rain, don’t they, Dad?”

  “Reel in, son.” Miller pulls the stringer of fish out of the water. “And carry these up to the cabin.”

  I step onto the dock. “I’ll carry your pole, Shane.”

  He huffs out a breath and hands me his pole, reluctantly taking the stringer full of fish from Miller.