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Will headed over to Rebelle, cocky swagger in every step. When she spotted him approaching, her eyes widened and she darted away from Taylor, flapping her hands at the redhead.
When she took in his expression her face morphed into a matching frown. “Everything okay?”
“I need to see you outside. Now.”
He took her hand and pulled her out from behind the bar. There were catcalls, likely from Taylor, following them as they headed down the hallway and out the back door of the bar. He pulled her around the side of the building, the chill in the air not doing anything to cool the lust swimming in his veins like hot lava.
He caged her in against the wall. “The vet. Explain.”
Defiance had her eyebrows setting firm. “What about Jae?”
“He hit on you?”
“Yes. Is that a crime?”
“It should be.” He softened his expression as he remembered the vital part of what Jae had said. “You told him we were seeing each other.”
She faltered. “I-it slipped out, I didn’t mean it that way.”
“So he knows then?”
She threw up her arms, exasperated. “Knows what?”
“That you’re mine.” For a split-second lust was reflected back at him from her whiskey eyes, before it disappeared.
She folded her arms over her chest. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me. You can deny it all you want but you know it’s true.”
“Is this really about Jae?”
“Fuck the vet,” he said, then buried his face in her neck, laving his tongue over her skin. “And fuck me,” he purred, his lips to the shell of her ear.
She gripped his shoulders to remain upright. “You want me to fuck you, William?”
He shuddered when she used his full name. “You know I do.” He gripped her chin, tilting her head back to look him in the eye as he slammed their lips together. Pleasure flooded him as she met him with her own fierceness, just as he expected. Just as heneeded.
They nipped and sucked, teeth scraping flesh as they devoured each other. He kept leading the movements, making her adapt to him and he knew, hoped, it would rile her up.
Rebelle pulled back, glaring at him with wild eyes and swollen lips. “You’re not in charge here.”
He watched her, chest heaving with the effort to draw breath after she robbed him of it, his pulse pounding erratically. He saw that gleam enter her eyes and knew he was going to be punished; he couldn’t wait for his treat.
“Who’s in charge?”
“You are,” he replied.
“Who’s in charge?” she repeated.
“Rebelle.”
“Don’t forget that.” She pressed down on his shoulders and a smile split his lips as he realized what she wanted, what she was finally letting him do. He fell to his knees, stroking up her denim clad calves, to her thighs.
“I want your mouth on me,” she demanded. His fingers trembled with anticipation as he worked her button and zipper, tugging the denim down to her ankles. He stared at her panties-covered center and buried his face between her thighs, spearing her with his tongue, using the fabric to abrade her. She gasped and he swallowed a moan at the sound.
“You’re going to be so good at this, aren’t you?” she stuttered out, her hand gripping his shoulder to steady herself, fingers curling into his skin. He nodded emphatically and tugged her underwear down, lifting one leg from her jeans and draping it over his shoulder. His hand skated over her soft skin, kneading the muscle in her calves, then her thighs before clasping her ass cheek and pulling her towards his mouth. Her hand in his hair, tugging firmly stopped him.
“What’s wrong?”
