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“My bacon brings all the boys to the yard?” I joke. “They’re fighting over who gets first bite.”
“Of you? Or the bacon?” Jax asks with a raised eyebrow and a hot look.
“Oh, definitely the bacon. It’s far more tasty.”
“Agree to disagree on that one,” Rebel adds with a look that makes my stomach backflip.
We take a seat at the table and start to pile bacon onto the bread that Ace has thankfully already buttered. I add ketchup to my sandwich and dig in while Jax grabs juice and glasses for us all. I’m just finishing my first sandwich as Rebel tucks into his third, and I call off the fighting between Ace and Thorn with a warning that the sandwiches are evaporating. It works, and they join us at the breakfast table. And thankfully everything’s normal like it was before. There’s teasing and hitting, swearing and banter, and everything just feels right. I relax and enjoy myself. I’ve missed this.
***
After a long slow breakfast, which somehow became brunch, I spend some time studying in the lounge. The guys keep trying to entice me out into the hot tub, but I shoo them away. It’s better with all of them out of the house, I can actually concentrate and get things done. Jax is really good at keeping the guys out of the house and stopping them from interrupting me every ten minutes, though I’m grateful for the continuous line of drinks and snacks that magically appear in the room for me each hour.
I’m just starting to get stiff and in need of a break when Rebel appears at the door and asks me if I want to go for a walk with him. It’s perfect. A pause and a chance to stretch my legs, fresh air and good company. I readily agree and get to my feet to join him. He holds out his hand for me, and I slip mine into his as we head out of the front door.
We walk in companionable silence through the woods holding hands, although I can sense that Rebel wants to say something. I hope it doesn’t lead to a fight, but I won’t hold my breath. He turns off the path and starts pulling me deeper into the woods, off the beaten track. He’s heading with purpose now like he has somewhere specific in mind that he wants to take me.
Eventually, he slows and stops, but we’re still deep in a pretty nondescript part of the woods, and there’s nothing around. Rebel spins, catching me off guard and pulls me into him for a massive hug.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs into my hair.
“Don’t be. It’s fine. I’m sorry too,” I tell him back.
“I missed you like crazy. Promise me you won’t ever run away like that again.”
“Reb...”
“Please. I love and hate fighting with you, but you can’t run.”
Before I can say anything, he kisses me. And it’s not the burning bruising kiss I’ve come to expect from him. It’s soft, tender, a plea. But it steals my breath as much as his fast and furious kiss would. He gently cups my face in his massive palm and strokes the side of my face.
“Don’t ever tell me what I feel again, Little Bird,” he tells me earnestly. I nod, and that’s all it takes for him to pounce on me again, this time kissing me with the burning hot passion I’m more used to from him. He walks us backwards while kissing me until I feel my back hit the unforgiving bark of a tree. He presses me hard against it, pushing his whole body into mine, cupping my ass and lifting me so that I have no choice but to wrap my legs around him and cling on for dear life. His arousal, probably only at half-mast, is pressing against me and damn, I’ve missed him. As our tongues continue to battle and dance for dominance, he stirs and grows impossibly hard beneath me. I make the mistake of wriggling against him, and he gives a low primal growl that makes me drip. He grinds against me, rubbing my exposed back against the tree trunk in a deliciously painful way. I can’t get enough of him, and I start to pull at his shirt, desperately needing to feel his hot skin beneath my fingertips.
It’s only when his hands sneak beneath the hem of my dress that I remember where we are. In the woods, on campus. I’m not having sex out here. I pull away from Rebel, plant my hands firmly on his chest and push, hard, to get some distance from him. I can’t think straight when he kisses me like this.
“Home?”
I swear he reads my thoughts.
“Quickly,” I tell him. He wraps me even tighter in his arms and starts to barrel through the trees. He’s moving faster than I thought anyone of his size could. I’m too busy clinging on for dear life to notice if anyone’s around to see us or to worry about flashing my ass to. It feels like I blink and we’re back at the house.
We don’t even make it up the stairs before we’re tearing each other’s clothes off. The raw need for each other is overwhelming and all-consuming. We go at it like rabbits, not caring who’s in the house to hear or see us. I’m so far gone at this point I couldn’t care less if Jax’s stepmom was around for tea. That’s how desperately I need him.
I can’t get enough of him. But after four or five rounds, we’re finally calm enough to make it upstairs to the bedroom where the fun begins all over again.
***
The door slamming wakes me on Sunday morning. It feels early, but that could just be on account of how tired I am. Needless to say, Rebel and I got hardly any sleep last night. I sit up and glance around his room. It looks like a war zone. I sigh, but smile, and wonder if we’ll ever be able to just have normal sex in a bed without breaking anything.
I’m contemplating getting up to start tidying the room when the bedroom door flies open, and Ace comes barging in.
“What the fuck?!” Rebel yells, sitting up and glaring at Ace. I have to laugh at the deja vu. It reminds me of when Rebel barged in on Ace and I that first morning. I wonder if he’s been waiting to get revenge ever since.
“Get up,” Ace tells us.
“Yeah,” Thorn’s head pops around the doorframe, and I groan. They’re all there. I can see Jax in the background. I quickly pull the sheet up to cover my chest, but it’s obviously too late. “You’ve had her all day and all night. It’s time to share.”
“What?” My eyes go wide. “Share?”
