Accidental Rebel: A Marriage Mistake Romance

by Snow, Nicole

  As Shane and Lauren head for the cabin, Miller comes close and asks the inevitable. “What’s wrong, babe?”

  “There’s a cigarette butt on the ground by the shed. I’m sure it wasn’t there before.”

  His eyes darken and he takes the fishing pole from me. “Go to the cabin. Lock the doors.”

  “I can—”

  “Cabin, Gwen. Keep the kids inside.”

  The idea of him getting hurt scares me. “Be careful. You have the local guy, don’t you?”

  “Yeah. Gonna talk to him now.”

  I run up the incline, trying to keep things light by playfully hurrying the kids inside. It’s time for an early dinner prep.

  So I don’t know how to cook fish real well, but I do know how to clean them.

  I had to learn last summer while staying up here with Mother, just the two of us. Apparently, her weakness is dealing with gills and guts. She’s lucky I don’t mind.

  Lauren declines to help, taking a page from her, but Shane’s more than happy to have something to do again. The window above the sink is open. I keep my ears tuned for any and all sounds while cleaning several big walleye and a couple little sunfish.

  Once the fish are done, the filets soaking in a bowl of water in the fridge, Shane asks if he should throw the guts outside.

  “Not yet. Let’s just wait a little while, okay?” I nod toward the window, searching for an excuse. “It’s raining, Shane. We’ll wait until it’s clear and then throw them down on the shore for the raccoons and turtles to eat.”

  “Are you two ready to play Scrabble yet?” Lauren asks, trotting over with the game box tucked under her arm.

  “No.” Shane looks up at me with disdain. “We already played that all week.”

  Lauren looks wounded. The last thing I need right now is a scrap between the kids.

  “You did,” I agree, and turn to Lauren. “Sometimes it’s fun to change things up. You know, I thought I saw a few more games upstairs. Isn’t there a Battleship box?”

  “Yeah, Battleship!” Shane belts out, suddenly pumped. “Let’s play that.”

  “But only two can play...” Lauren looks at me, her little eyes searching.

  “That’s okay, honey. I’m pretty busy, so why don’t you two go on and have yourselves some fun? I think I’ve got some peanut butter cups chilling in the fridge. First one goes to the winner.”

  I wink at them, totally keeping it a big secret that I’ll hand one out to the loser, too. Well, and myself.

  I may have a lot to learn when it comes to grilling and setting breakfast meat on fire, but I’m a pretty awesome chocolatier. I learned to make peanut butter cups from scratch on a trip to Spokane once. This adorable little place called Sweeter Things had a free class after touring their shop.

  Another research trip for Mother – what else? – but I’m glad I got something for myself out of this one.

  “Come on, Lauren.” Shane runs to the narrow set of steps leading up to the loft. “Let’s go play. Bet I sink your whole fleet without breaking a sweat.”

  “We’ll just see, Admiral Buttface.” She sticks her tongue out and races up the stairs after him.

  That’s one crisis defused.

  I quickly scan the house, looking out each and every window for any sign of Miller.

  I don’t see him. It’s raining harder than it has been all day.

  My heartbeat sticks in my throat, pulsing at a sick, angry rhythm. My mind conjures up the worst scenarios, the things I haven’t really had to think of for days.

  But part of me knew we’d gotten too comfortable here.

  Knew the sky could fall any freaking second and –

  There’s a blur. Sudden movement in the woods almost gives me a heart attack.

  Until I realize it’s Miller and run to unlock the front door for him. He bounds up the steps and through the door I hold open.

  “What did you find out there?” I ask.

  He brushes his hands through his dripping wet hair. “Nothing.”

  I grab his arm and walk into the kitchen to grab him something to help dry off. “What about the man J.T. sent to watch the road?”

  “Eagle’s there. Right on schedule for making the rounds.”

  “Does he smoke?” I rummage around in the drawer for a towel.

  “No, and he says no one has come anywhere close to turning down this driveway since he arrived. He checks for tire tracks several times a day.” He kisses my forehead and takes the towel, giving his head a rub. “That cig could’ve been rotting there since last year. They don’t decompose too fast. Though it looks fresher than I’d like.”

  “I just never noticed it before. Do you think...”

  “No, Gingersnap. I don’t. Probably our nerves getting the best of us, making a mouse into an elephant. Still...” He wipes the rain off his handsome face for good measure. “It was wise to check it out. No telling when one clue could mean everything.”

  “Booyah!” Shane yells from the loft, so loud it’s barely muffled.

  I grin. “Battleship. Pretty serious business up there.”

  He nods, smiles, and sets the towel on the counter next to the bowl of fish guts. “You cleaned the fish?”

  I stand taller, lifting my chin. “Surprise.”

  He grabs my hips and pulls me closer, and I’m loving how he digs his fingers into my flesh. “Think you’ll keep doing that to me forever.”

  Knowing the kids are too engrossed to come rushing down, I loop my arms around his neck. “Only good surprises, I hope.”

  “Very fucking good,” he growls, running one hand between my legs.

  I bend my knees, gliding against his weight, his support, his incredible muscles. There’s nothing quite like having a man who’s truly your rock, physically and emotionally.

  His lips take mine then, eager as ever. And that’s how I nearly melt into a mushy-feely puddle near his feet. When the kiss breaks, my shirt is soaked, saturated with the water he’d picked up.

  Grinning, his hand skims up my body and cups my right breast, squeezing hard. “Sorry.”

  “Yeah, you look real sorry.”

  He gives me another kiss, his tongue leaving no doubt about his true intentions. “I’ll go toss these fish guts by the lake while I’m still soaked. By the time I get back, you’d better be wetter. Fully ready for me, babe.”

  My eyes round, and I try not to smile.

  I snap the towel at him as he picks up the bowl instead. He jumps out of the way, laughing as he walks out the back door.

  I shiver at the sudden blast of chilly air. That’s the thing about the Northwoods. A single heavy storm can change the temperature by thirty degrees almost instantly.

  The front of my shorts are wet too, in more ways than one, so I head to the bedroom.

  “Gotcha!” Sounds again from above. This time, it’s Lauren. “How do ya like that, Captain Poopypants? I won.”

  “Best two out of three!” Shane shouts desperately.

  “Fine, you’re on! Bet I sink you even faster this time.”

  I grin as I walk into the bedroom. Those two are so delightful.

  I’ve never enjoyed anyone living honestly, doing their thing, more than these kids. Except for their father.

  That thought makes me smile brighter as I shut the bedroom door and yank off my shirt. Even the cups of my bra got a little drenched. With a sigh, I hang the shirt over the rail of the log bed and walk to the closet for a dry shirt and bra.

  I’m still digging when I hear the door pop open. Turning, I instantly cover my front with a dry shirt, until I see Miller’s grinning face.

  “Surprise,” he growls, more rain water dripping off him.

  Dear Lord. He’s got this whole rugged, beardy, furiously sexy movie star look happening, like he just stepped out of the rainy final battle scene in some wild thriller flick. Like he’s done kicking butts and ready to lay down the law with his lady.

  I point a finger at him. “Stay away, Mister. You alread
y got the whole front of me wet, and I don’t want to have to go fishing for more new clothes.” I set the dry shirt aside to unhook my bra and step out of my shorts.

  He turns, clicking the lock shut on the bedroom door. “Let me help.”

  “No,” I say, even though the thought excites me. “You’re wet.”

  “Stop projecting, Gwen.” He walks toward me with mock sad puppy dog eyes. “How ’bout I give you a choice – a clean towel or letting my tongue figure out just how wet you are?”

  Holy Toledo. I swear, the look he gives me could read my mind.

  Shaking my head, I point to the bathroom. “Go towel off and then we’ll talk.”

  “Doesn’t sound as fun and it’s not part of the deal.” He totally ignores me, grabs me, and pulls me forward. “Your choice. Towel or tongue?”

  Pure heat courses through me. From the way he growls it in my ear to the fire in my pulse. This defiant, ridiculous, irresistible man just might burn me down.

  “Miller. The kids are awake,” I remind him. But my argument is verbal only. My pulse won’t stop racing, and I already know the look he’ll give me once his fingers reach between my legs.

  He pushes my breasts against him, flush with his chest. “Door’s locked, and I know my kids. They’ll go all day trying to outdo each other given half a chance. Means we should go too, Gwen. Go fucking hard.”

  I’m trembling. My arms fall in surrender and I let him take over.

  Those big, calloused hands roam my breasts, two at once, leaving me delirious.

  It’s almost shameful what he does to me. How hard it is to fight, how fast I give it up, how insane I come when he’s in me. Is it fair to classify a man as a drug?

  “Another wet spot,” he growls, dipping his head and running his tongue down my throat, then my cleavage. My toes curl up.

  “That wasn’t a wet spot,” I whisper, loving the thrill rippling through me, his hands going places, everywhere they please.

  “No?” He nips one nipple, shooting me an icy look. “Was it there then?”

  “Wrong. Keep going. Lower, I think.”

  He lifts a brow. “Little minx. I know it was rain there for sure. But if you’re that hard up for me to taste your pussy...”

  Oh! My clit aches. Savage anticipation building, braising every bit of me.

  Walking backward, he pulls me away from the closet, across the room, straight for the bed.

  Before I even know it, he flips me onto the mattress with my legs hanging over the edge. His hands go straight for my thighs and shift them apart.

  “Fucking bliss,” he growls, slowly inhaling my scent. “Knew you’d be wet for me, Gwen. Knew I’d put you in heat.”

  Guilty. I can’t even try to deny it when he cranes his face forward. His stubble rakes my skin, soft and coarse, a delicious contrast that’s only overpowered by his tongue finding my clit.

  My pussy throbs. My knees shake. My eyelids flutter like they might just float off my face.

  I can’t hold back a groan. “You’re just making me wetter,” I whisper, raking my fingers through his thick, dark hair as his tongue winds tighter.

  He growls his promise into my skin.

  Then – oh, baby, then – he takes me apart piece by flaming piece.

  Miller Rush was born to bring a girl down in fits.

  I flop over on my back, feeling him spread my legs wider. His tongue goes deep, hard, starting so soft, so languid, and then burning faster and hotter like a napalm fire.

  He sucks. He licks. He teases. He owns.

  This man, this beast, already knows my own body better than I do. In no time at all, I’m a shaking mess, stuffing my own wrist against my lips to avoid screaming so loud they’ll hear us upstairs, even through their shouting.

  Two of his stern fingers plunge into my pussy. He finds the spot that makes the rest of me scream while his tongue dive-bombs my clit.

  I bury my hands in the bedspread, knowing I’ll need to hold on for this ride. I’m gone in less than twenty seconds.

  Coming!

  The fireball in my core explodes, incinerating every nerve, reverberating through me like an echo strummed to perfection by a rock star.

  It hurts how good he riles me, carries me to heaven, and then lets me fall, slamming back into myself with a shaking, furious whimper.

  I could go on and on about the unbearable heat, the growly sweetness of his tongue, the static hum of my own skin as muscles twitch and every extremity I own curls.

  But there’s a point where ecstasy with Miller Rush gets truly indescribable, and I’m so there.

  Pleasure gushes, cascades, and finally lets me float back into my own body after what seems like forever. Then my legs fall slack on the bed; my body goes limp. Thoroughly drained by him.

  He gives me a few parting licks before finally lifting his head, smirking like the sun just ate the moon. “There, babe. All dry now.”

  I laugh, shaking my head. “You’re crazy.”

  “And you fucking love my insanity.” He leans over me and kisses each nipple, then skims more up my throat until we press lips.

  He’s more right than he even knows.

  Because I’ve obviously fallen hard for him, and I don’t think I’ll be getting up anytime soon.

  I don’t even want to imagine the state of my heart if this doesn’t work.

  If I can’t spend the rest of my life with him and Shane and Lauren.

  If somehow, some way, I can’t become his wife for real and a mother to them.

  But I’d probably die a few times if I told him these things.

  So I just lay there, relishing the afterglow. Then, rejuvenated as always, I sit up.

  He’s gone. The bathroom door shut.

  I glance at the bedroom door, wondering, then jump off the bed and run to the bathroom.

  He’s barefoot and shirtless, pulling down his pants that hug his hips so devilishly by the time I’m inside.

  The hard-on he’s sporting makes me proud. “Miller?”

  “Gonna shower first,” he says.

  I shut the door behind me, hands poised on my hips. “You aren’t getting off that easy.”

  “No?” His sly smile comes again, haloed in scruff I could just kiss for days. “Figured you’d join me.”

  “If you insist...”

  I shake my head and reach out, folding my hand around his cock. Every time I touch it, I’m amazed at how soft, yet rock-hard, it is. Like steel wrapped in velvet, equal parts gorgeous and enticing and lethal.

  Stroking it gently, but firmly, I sidestep, forcing him to move with me. Once his back is against the door, I kiss him hard. “Not so fast. It’s my turn to mess you up.”

  “Babe, I–fuck!” he snarls, fingers tangling in my hair.

  I’ve dropped to my knees, taking his cock deep in my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat.

  Feeling how he shudders just might be the best thing ever. And knowing it’s from the pleasure I’m giving him? Priceless.

  “Gingersnap.” He huffs out a breath. “I—”

  I pull my head back, sucking his cock all the way to the head, smacking my lips as I release the tip. “You’ll lean back and enjoy this, Miller Rush. Just as much as I did. Fair is fair.”

  He cranes his head back, another growl bleeding out of him. “Shit, I already am.”

  I swirl my tongue over the head of his cock, loving how the muscles in his legs flex.

  Gripping his base, I pump him up and down, stroking the entire length while taking him deeper. I fondle his balls while sucking.

  He tastes so good, manhood incarnate with dark notes of earth and musk.

  I love how velvety his skin feels against my tongue, the sides of my mouth, massaging my lips.

  I suck him until I’m breathless, then brush my tongue over his balls, replenishing my lungs to take him in my mouth again. He starts pumping into me.

  It’s so good, so amazing, this terrible urge builds inside me all over again.
r />   I didn’t even know giving a blowjob could do that.

  With him, it’s a given.

  He growls, pulling my hair a little harder. I encourage him, reaching behind his thighs to squeeze his strong butt, loving how he thrusts harder, faster.

  My pussy won’t wait long. We need a finish so we can get to the next part that much sooner.

  So I cup my hands over his balls, around the base of his cock, and suck him like mad. My tongue digs into that little spot I know he loves, right under the crown of the cock.

  I’m rewarded with a snarl, him hitching my hair so strong it’s almost painful. “Gingersnap! Fuck, gonna–”

  I know. And I have no earthly intention of stopping now. I glance up and gently needle him with my teeth.

  “Gwen,” he growls again, his legs twitching, his huge chest rising and falling as his breathing goes wild.

  My lips go down, taking him as far as I can go. That’s when he throws his head back and shows his teeth.

  His seed comes in a hot, indecent, totally chaotic flood. I swallow as best I can, but even I can’t keep up.

  I’m just sucking harder as his come fills me, spills down my face, splashes my tits like some kind of animal marking.

  It’s as crude as it is heavenly. So I let my own climax go, taking as much pleasure as I’m giving.

  I suck until I feel him groan and relax. Despite the Miller storm in my mouth, I feel weirdly relaxed and satisfied too.

  So I draw back, letting his cock slowly ease out of my mouth, cleaning my lips with my tongue. Seeing a droplet still on the head of his dick, I lick it off too, then tongue his cock lovingly one more time.

  “Goddamn, that was glorious.” He pulls me up by my shoulders.

  I kiss his lips, squeeze the dormant hard-on still in my hand. “Now, we’re even.”

  “Bull.” He wraps his arms around me, his hands drifting to my ass. “I’ve got ideas, babe.”

  “Oh, you really want to go best two out of three?” I can’t help thinking of the kids when I say it, hoping they’ll stay busy with their game a while longer.

  Laughing, he hugs me tighter. “You already won, sucking me off like that. But I’d be an idiot to walk away without a real fuck.”

  My pussy tingles, full of need. “Maybe you’re right.”