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Wait, where was he going? She felt the coolness of his absence. He wouldn’t. Would he? Belle reached up to tear the blindfold off. “Don’t move.” Her fingers froze at his command. Whatever, she wasn’t going to have pics of herself floating around. Not with her ass stuck up in the air. Hell no.
The mattress dipped when he returned to the bed. “Damn sugar, you really don’t trust me at all? I wouldn’t do that to you. I wouldn’t do it to anybody without permission. Would I like to have this sight on my phone every damn minute? Hell yeah.” He brought his hands to caress her ass again. “I want to see your ass just like this, every day for the rest of my fucking life. Especially if I reddened it up a bit with a few of these.” His hands swatted a few more licks on her bottom. Before his tongue initiated its own licks. “So, fucking sexy. I went to go get some condoms. For whenever you’re ready. I’m just going to settle in right here. Post up, working my job until you tell me. You go right ahead and take your time. We’re not in a rush.”
What was he doing now? She wanted to laugh, but she was so freaking turned on. He slid under her bottom like a car mechanic sliding under a car and got to work. Spreading her knees across his shoulders. Then he lassoed her hips with his hands. And damn if he didn’t know how to work. Why couldn’t she find a real mechanic that could work, like he was doing? He made love to her pussy like a high schooler who knows he has no chance of getting sex. Trying to make it last. Trying to get the girl to give in. “Damn Rebel.” The blindfold thing was lighting her fire. It was a messed-up mind game because she could see if she really wanted to. But knowing he didn’t want her to, was toying with her mind. He started with slow licks in the crease of her thighs. Working his way to the center by traversing over it. Kissing a bridge from one side to the other. Wrestling her lips until he convinced them to part. Landing in the middle to engage her nubbin in more suck-play. Kissing the ridge as if it were a little tongue. Engaging in French kisses with her gushing hole. Was he swallowing her fluids? Oh God, he was. Between licks and pulls and sighs. He pulled like a newborn sucking a teat. It was mind-numbing. It was nirvana. It was driving her crazy. She almost came a hundred times. In one night he’d learned when she was about to come and that was when he pulled back. Keeping her on the edge of a razor-thin cliff, waiting for her to capitulate.
Whatever, you win dude, come on. He responded to her mumbled protest.
“What did you say?”
“I said, come on. Get it over with.”
He shook his head. “Nope, not how you ask a man to fuck you. Not when you mean it.”
“Rebel, fuck me. How else do I have to say it?” She whined. “You got me fucking cussing and I. Don’t. Cuss.”
His laughter rumbled against her belly as he snaked his way up. Detouring as often as he could to lap and mark more road maps and mile markers on his journey north. Rolling her body over in the process. The laughter died when he ripped her blindfold off and held her gaze. “You ready baby?”
What could she do but nod? She was a blob. A gelatinous blob of goo in his hands. The human body was mainly comprised of liquid and it was all sliding down her legs. She needed him. God, how she needed him to plug the damn and stop her leaking. Right. Now. “I’m ready.”
Sharp ebony eyes pierced hers. The moment a lull, the quiet eye of a raging hurricane. Holding her until her eyes teared and her brows furrowed. Holding until she dug her hands into his scalp and nodded. And then the eye passed, and the hurricane raged again. He slammed into her with the brute force of a furious storm. But she lifted like the tide to meet his surge. Slamming back against him with equal force. The storm would probably take her out, but she didn’t fucking care. It was glorious. She criss-cross-applesauced her legs around his waist, and let him lift her into himself. Fitting them together like two boats knocking against each other in a storm. Slamming in and out. His eyes wild and stormy. Until he leaned down and kissed her. Breaking one connection and forming another. Drawing her soul out with the crook of his tongue. Their bodies lost their synchronous rhythm as they bucked wildly into each other. A couple of times losing his place and then slamming his way back in. She panted out of control, rising and falling, lifting and dropping, crashing into each other. Until they crashed and broke. Like two trees snapped by the wind in a wild storm. They broke and crashed down one last time.
Damn, maybe she should have let him film that. That was the firework, full orchestra overture ending her younger mind had dreamed of. It was heaven, it was nirvana. She was repeating herself. It was… fucking tiring. No wonder guys always wanted to sleep afterward. She wouldn’t go to sleep, but she would rest her eyes a bit. She patted him on the back to say, good job dude and collapsed down into a pillow. Letting the room fade to black.
Chapter 6
Rebel kept his eyes closed and his breathing steady. The sun warmed his body even as she slid off his chest and wormed her way out of the covers. Dammit, she didn’t have to sneak out. All the shit they’d shared through the night. And she still was up for leaving him without saying a damn word. Like he didn’t mean a fucking thing. Like he hadn’t made her come in a hundred different ways throughout the night. Teaching the teacher about her body and how it worked. Then working it over and over. Damn, he was tired. Tired from the long arduous night, but it was a good tired. Tired from stuck-up women treating him like a dirty one-night stand. Someone they wouldn’t even acknowledge on the street. It sucked balls. He almost grinned. Because sucking balls wasn’t a bad thing. She’d sucked his and when she added a naughty hum, he’d almost given her an eye full of cum. Maybe he should just let her go and act like this shit didn’t sting like a scorpion. But where was she going? Was she going to take all the shit he’d taught her and then use it with her next man? The two of them riding off into a life of love and orgasms, now that he’d helped her over her hump. Fuck that.
“Running away, sugar?”
Her eyes darted to his and she gulped. He’d kept his voice low and non-threatening, but something must have shown in his eyes. Because she froze like he blinded her with headlights. “I thought, um…”
“Thought what? Thought I wouldn’t like a morning snack.”
“Rebel, it’s almost noon.”
“Okay, a late afternoon snack of you on my table while I eat you for brunch.” She swallowed again. Pulling her lip in to bite. Sexy as hell. But she had other things to do with those lips than damage them. That was his job. And he was a workaholic.
“I didn’t know if you wanted me to stay or if…”
“You did, and I do.” He growled. “I made it clear last night. I thought when I tattooed my name on your ass with my cum, you got it. I thought when I pushed my dick down your throat and said you were mine. You understood. I thought when my cock hit your cervix and you yelled you were mine, that we had reached some type of fucking agreement.” And damn he really needed to tone it down. But again, scorpions and stings.
She lifted her lovely brown hands to her mouth. Biting her fingernails and looking young, innocent, and sexy as hell. Forgetting her nakedness as she probed his eyes. Look. Look fucking deep. See me, dammit. He saw her. Her flaws, her insecurities, her perfection. Didn’t she see him? “I thought it was all sex talk.” She put her hand down, pushed her shoulders back, and made her voice firm. Did she want to fight? Good. He loved a good fight, and he wasn’t going to fucking lose. Not when it was her, so she better bring it. There was no reason, none, that would make it okay for this to be over. “We said this was a one-night-stand.”
Was that her best argument? He stared at her long legs and thick thighs. Like a fucking Amazon. Her belly with its soft curve. He was going to blow that curve up into a baby bump if it killed him. The freckles on her skin like cinnamon sprinkles on apple pie. Did she think he was a fool? A fool who won a treasure and then set it outside with the trash? He nodded. “We did, but then I said you were mine. And you said I was yours. Over and over, do you remember, or do I need to show you again? ‘Cause I’m happy to show you again. As many times as it takes until you believe it.”
“Rebel…”
“Come here.” He tested her with his command. Either she recognized she was it or she didn’t. The silence gunned between them louder than a bike on takeoff. And then she took the step. Towards him and into their future. He wanted to shout. He bridged the gap with his hand and toppled her onto his lap. Settling her on top of his dick. Pressing her face into his shoulder and his back against the headboard. Raising his knee to seal their cocoon and pulling the cover over them again. “Now tell me what’s wrong.”
Hot words fanned his chest, but the price was worth it. “I didn’t know.” He started to shake his head, but she ignored his protest. “I didn’t know. Last night everything seemed so real. But this morning it’s like you were you and I was still…me. Like, what really changed? We’re from two different worlds…”
He punched his fists into the bed by his thigh. “I hate the two different worlds bull shit. Fucking hate it. I grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. There were actual tracks separating the rich and the poor. My mom was a housekeeper for a guy on the board of this great prep school. He got me in. I was in the honors class. Top of my class in every subject and the girls loved me. The guys did too. They wanted me on their teams, football, soccer, lacrosse.
They also wanted to know if I could score them some weed. Which I could and I did. Ruiz, my uncle, was prez of the Roarers. Soon I was their connect. They wanted harder drugs, but Ruiz said no fucking way. He wasn’t going to have me do hard time because some rich kids wanted to get high. They asked for guns but again Ruiz said no way. He wanted to keep me as straight as possible. He wanted me to do better than he had. Said I had a golden opportunity and not to blow it. But the kids there were never going to see past my background. It hurt but I got used to it. I thought, fuck ‘em. So, I used their girls, and when they snuck out like you just did…” She gasped and tried to explain, but he kept speaking. “When they snuck out, I let that hurt roll off me and kept it moving. On to the next, I thought I was conquering them. But in reality, they were passing me around like their fucking toy. I didn’t wise up until a couple of teachers wanted to get worked into the rotation. Shit got fucked up fast. When I overheard some male teachers say the only thing I had going for me was my looks, I quit. They were fucking right. As long as I had books, I could make my own education. Books taught me more than school. And when I seriously started rolling with Ruiz, my real education began.”
Belle’s hand cupped his face. The warm chocolate of her gaze melting him. “But school…”
“School was important. True. And my mom almost had a heart attack. Threatened to kill Ruiz. But you can’t tell a hard head kid nothing. She made me promise to get my GED and I did. But by then the road was calling me. And Ruiz was teaching me more about the game. I was making more money than a kid that young should ever have. But he made me save most of it and invest. He taught us to prepare for the day the road dead-ended.”
