“Yes.” He wrapped an arm around my waist from behind, his lips at my ear. “If looking at this art makes you feel an ounce of what I feel when I look at you, then we can both understand why I wouldn’t be bored. I could never be bored with you, Regan. I don’t have to like anything else in the room. If you are there, I have my own personal form of art to look at.”
“But you live for adrenaline, for excitement and danger. How could this be any fun for you?”
“None of it compares to you, Rebel. None of it, and it never will. I like your quiet life, and I am happy to be a part of it. You tell me when we leave, and please stop worrying about me.”
I moved to the next row of paintings, liking the way he followed after me without a word. And how he asked about every painting and if I liked it.
We got to the last aisle, but I pulled him towards the door.
“What are you doing, Rebel?” he asked, letting me pull him towards the door. He grabbed our jackets and continued on.
“I can’t take looking at you anymore,” I said, dragging him outside.
“Ouch, what a way to break up with a man. I appreciate the honesty, though.”
We made it another block, and I stopped to wrap my arms around him before jumping into his arms.
“You’re ridiculous,” I said, laughing. “I meant, I can’t stand just looking at you. I want more.”
I kissed him hard, and he spun, pressing me up against the brick wall of the building
My hands moved down his back, loving every muscle that flexed underneath my fingers.
“Can we go? I need clothes off,” I said before kissing him again.
“Come on.” He was already carrying me to the bike. “I have one more thing to give you before we go.”
“At your bike? Or preferably on your bike so we can get home?”
“While I’m happy you are so eager, hold on,” he said, digging into the bag strapped to his bike.
“The necklace wasn’t enough?”
He grabbed the little heart that hung around my neck, pulling it. Metal slid against metal until the chain tightened around my neck. My mouth dropped open, not realizing what the necklace was designed to do. “Did you put me in a collar?” I nearly yelled.
“I did, and it’s so beautiful you didn’t even know.” He grinned. “But there was one more piece of jewelry I thought you would like.” He pulled out a small black bag, handing it to me. My eyes narrowed as I took it. It was heavier than any bracelet or necklace. I opened it, pulling out a pink gemstone heart first before I saw what it was attached to.
“Oh my god, this isn’t what I think it is. Is it?”
“Oh, it is. I thought you would like a matching set. Bend over, Rebel. You have a new piece of jewelry to wear home.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes. Bend over or I will make you.”
“You wouldn’t. Here, Rook? People could see us.”
“Good. They can see how much you like being mine. Over the bike, Rebel. Spread your legs.”
I listened, my heart hammering in my chest as he lifted my skirt. “Good girl, always doing what you’re told.” His fingers moved through my wetness, making me arch into him. “And already soaked? You’re so excited to be fucked. You would let me do it right here, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” I said, moaning as his fingers found my clit.
“Good answer.” Cool metal moved through my wetness until the head of the plug pressed against my ass.
“Rook, wait. Is this going to hurt?”
“Not much, baby. It will feel good after a second.”
