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As I lie here, I notice the silence. Usually, I’m asleep until at least nine in the mornin’, and by then the clubhouse is filled with noise, but at six, as the light starts slowly streamin’ through the window, it’s dead quiet.
When I open my eyes, I find Rebel starin’ down at me. He smiles when I mumble a good morning, then he pulls me into his arms.
“I can’t explain why life is so perfect right now,” I say ta him as I press my lips to his chest.
“Perfect isn’t entirely what this is,” Rebel says as I shift until I’m straddlin’ him. “But havin’ ye with me, wakin’ up beside ye,” he continues as his hands grip my hips, holdin’ me steady. “It’s what I’ve thought about fer a long while now.”
“It is?” I tease as I grind against him. “Nothin’ in life is perfect, but this is close to it.” I run my hands down his chest, scratchin’ the smooth tanned skin with my nails.
“I think maybe ye should show me how perfect life can be,” Rebel says before he tugs the tank top I’m wearin’ down, exposin’ my breasts to his heated gaze.
I lean forward, and he captures a nipple in his mouth before bitin’ down on it gently, sending shockwaves of desire rushin’ through my veins.
“Oh, feck.” The cursed moan escapes my lips as he continues his teasin’ from one nipple ta the other.
The ache that coils deep inside me tightens, formin’ a knot that needs release. I grind faster, and the bliss that eases the tinglin’ between my thighs feels like heaven as Rebel’s hard cock presses against my clit.
My moans get louder, and Rebel’s hand reaches up, tanglin’ in my hair as he tugs my head back and exposes my throat. His mouth slides up from my breast ta my neck, leavin’ a trail of soft kisses and gentle licks. Then sinkin’ his teeth into my neck, he sucks on the sensitive skin causin’ goose bumps to rise on my body.
“Please,” I beg, “I need ye.”
Rebel pulls away, his eyes burnin’ with desire as he looks up at me. The corner of his mouth tips up, and he reaches between us, freein’ his cock from the underwear he’s wearin’. The warmth of him slips into me easily as my arousal soaks him.
“That’s it, my wee star, ride my dick,” he growls before his teeth nip at my skin, travellin’ from my neck, down my chest, and all the way ta my stomach.
I can’t help but obey, my hips undulatin’ as I take him deep inside. The thickness of him sendin’ me higher and higher, and all I want ta do is fly over the edge of euphoria.
I place my hands on his chest and start to move faster. With every roll of my hips, Rebel slams up into me as he grips my thighs. His fingertips dig into the flesh, and I know tomorrow I’ll have bruises, but I don’t care. I want it. I want him.
We move as one. It’s as if we were always meant ta be together.
“My beautiful star, shinin’ so bright. Ye blind me with yer beauty, Callia.” Rebel’s voice is a low, gravelly moan as he looks at me. There’s desire in his eyes as he holds my gaze hostage. “I don’t know how it happened, but ye’re mine and I’m happy.”
While slidin’ back and forth, takin’ him deep inside me, I lean forward until our bodies are flush and my nipples press against the smoothness of his toned chest.
“Come fer me, sweetheart,” Rebel coaxes as he reaches between us, and circlin’ my clit with his fingers, he sends me closer ta the heights of pleasure.
“Rebel, Rebel, please, please,” I beg, and he pinches the hardened nub, sendin’ me spiralin’ into the darkness, and I cry out his name, over and over again.
My body trembles and shakes as my orgasm shatters through me like a feckin’ lightnin’ strike. I feel Rebel’s cock throb inside me, and he groans in pleasure when he finds his own release. I collapse on his chest, my head restin’ close to the sound of his heartbeat, and the rhythm calms my erratic pulse.
“Well, that’s how I’d like ta wake up every day,” he says as he trails his fingertips through my hair, causin’ me ta giggle.
“We have a busy few days ahead of us,” I tell him while drawin’ circles on his chest.
“I was thinkin’ of takin’ Aine ta the park. We can have a picnic,” Rebel suggests, and I lift my head, restin’ my chin on my hand as I smile at the look on his face.
There’s somethin’ different about him. He’s goin’ta have ta work at buildin’ a relationship with his daughter, but I know he can do it. When I told him he’s a good man, I wasn’t jokin’. I’ve seen his bad side, as he calls it, over the the years, and it’s nothin’ compared ta the men I knew when I was livin’ with Mrs Duffy. And he’s nothin’ like my father.
