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My heart glows with starlight when I think about last night when Jett told me that Igor was in the custody of the FBI.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” he said, his mouth close to my ear, his breath tickling me. “But I didn’t think it would work. It was a long shot. Liam’s been in the game for years and he’s never made a move against them.”
“Because he never had your evidence,” I said passionately, everything inside of me growing brighter and lighter and fuller of radiance with each passing moment.
My parents’ killer is going to spend the rest of his life in a maximum-security prison.
We’re free to start the rest of our lives in this sun-swept land, never having to worry about our lives or our children’s lives.
Rebel yawns as I sit up, licking my chin a couple of times and then moving to the sunny portion of the bed, curling up and giving me a look that says, No more disturbances, human. I’m relaxing here.
Jett stands at the end of the bed. When he reaches down to stroke Rebel, the muscles of his bare torso constrict tightly. Sweat glitters in the light against his well-defined abs, his arms looking huge as they throb and pulse. He sees me looking and smirks.
“You’re lucky we’ve got plans this morning,” he says. “Otherwise I’d take you for round two.”
“Round two?” I banter, my hands toying with the sheets pulled up around my bare breasts, my nipples tingling, my thighs afire. “I’m pretty sure it would be round four. Anyway, what plans?”
His smirk twitches and he runs a hand through his sweaty hair.
“Let me finish and then I’ll show you.”
“Fine, but I’m watching,” I laugh.
I grab my tank top from the floor and pull it over my head, feeling a thrill move through me when Jett’s eyes snap predatorily to my breasts. His jaw tightens, and I can tell it costs him a great effort to turn away. We won’t do anything sexual in front of Rebel, which I know full well.
I’m teasing him. And it feels absolutely amazing.
I scoot down to the end of the bed, sitting there in my tank top and my underwear, watching as Jett collapses into another set of push-ups. He catches himself easily on his fists, burying them into the white-fur rug and bringing his body right down to the floor. Hundreds of muscles crunch together on his back, grinding tightly, a whole landscape of power laid bare across his skin.
“Getting a good look?” he chuckles between reps.
“Pretty good,” I say, trying to keep my voice bantering.
But I can’t mask the moan that quivers beneath my words, betraying the lust that beats against my pussy, making my lips hot and needy.
“You still haven’t told me what plans, by the way.”
“Wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise, would you?” he growls, pumping, like a machine, like he could do it all day.
Surprise.
The word flutters like a hummingbird through my body, making my heart hammer compulsively, making my skin tingle and dance, and a thousand fireworks erupt within me.
I can’t dare to hope, can I?
I can’t let my mind go there?
“Shall I guess?” I say.
He chuckles. “Be my guest.”
“Is it … a dildo made out of chocolate?”
He turns over to start his sit-ups, grinning wolf-like up at me. “Now that wouldn’t be a very effective dildo, would it? But you better watch your mouth. The only thing that goes near that sweet fucking hole of yours is me.”
“You’re all I want,” I moan. “I was only joking.”
“Good girl,” he says, sitting up so that his abs contract, the crevices of them getting deeper and more well-defined with each set. “Any more guesses?”
“Um, a handsome little dog for Rebel to settle down with?”
“No, but that is a good idea …”
I don’t know what happens to me, but some crazy confidence drives me across the room. I leap down at him and open my legs, landing in his lap, bringing my lips down to his to taste him sweetly. He kisses me back, hunger quivering through him, and then I lean back before he loses control.
God, he’s always on the edge of losing control with me.
“Stop teasing me,” I say, pouting in the way he likes.
“Have I told you how much I fucking love how confident you’re getting?” he snarls, thrusting his hips so that his rock solid manhood grinds through my panties against my sore and needy sex. “And the way I see it, you’re the one teasing me, sitting there looking like you’re ready to be fucked all over again.”
“Nah uh,” I giggle. “Rebel is my sex-shield.”
“You evil beautiful thing,” he smirks.
“So you’re not going to tell me?” I say.
“Nope,” he says, smoothing his hands up my thighs and gripping my hips. “You’ll just have to wait. Now go and put some clothes on before I lose my mind. Put a nice dress on. I want those legs out today. But don’t show too much breast, you hear?”
