“Are you ready for round two?” Jana asked, trying to climb onto him.
He sat up and nodded to the seat next to his. “Not quite,” he told her.
Now that Rebel saw him with Jana, his desire for her disintegrated. Since he’d found Rebel in Kaia’s room, he’d wanted to hurt her. How fucking dare she allow that emo motherfucker to touch her? In the wake of what Ryan did, Diesel buried his anger over her kiss. Then, she had the fucking gall to defend what she’d done and referred to Kaia as her boyfriend?
Yes, fuck. His jealousy had gotten the best of him. It didn’t fucking matter how fucking old she was or who the fuck she was to him. He wanted to make her pay since he couldn’t break Kaia in two.
She’d been late coming to the natatorium. He hadn’t intended to stick his cock in Jana. Just have her suck him off, but fuck, Jana had wanted his dick in her pussy. Thinking thatmaybeRebel changed her mind, he’d given in and fucked Jana.
As much pleasure as he’d once gotten from her—and sometimes still did—he’d only wanted to finish. But the music ended and he heard Rebel’s gasp. He wasn’t a man to shy away from revenge, even when it was fucked up like in this instance, so he’d doubled down.
He knew the exact moment she realized what he’d done and why. Before he could pull out of Jana, Rebel ran away. Instead of letting him go, Jana tightened her beaver and lifted her hips.
Diesel decided he’d deal with Rebel later. Now, he regretted his rashness. Rebel didn’t have a normal fucking temper.
Jana slid to her knees and closed the distance between them, inserting herself between his thighs. “Let’s go to the treehouse.”
“I have a lot to do, sweetheart.”
“I thought Rebel was coming in.”
“She must’ve changed her mind.”
“I’m kind of glad, but don’t tell her I said that. If she’d been here, we couldn’t have had amazing poolside sex.”
“You’re right,” he said politely, wanting to search for Rebel. “Get dressed, babe. I’ve goofed off enough.”
“When will the repairs in your bathroom get finished?” Jana asked, standing up and collecting her boy shorts and bra as he put his clothes back on. He’d never intended to swim, so he hadn’t bothered with swim trunks. Jana, on the other hand, didn’t have an actual bathing suit. “I liked sleeping in your room.”
“Soon,” he promised.
“I was thinking we should go to the movies tonight.”
“Can’t. I’m going to watch my cousin in a play.”
“Can I come?”
“Absolutely not.” Her face fell and Diesel sighed. After the hell of yesterday, he didn’t want either Kendall or Mattie to see Jana, suddenly put two and two together and spiral even more. “I’ll bring us food and spend the night with you once I get home.”
“Do you promise?”
He shrugged, not wanting to commit to anything. He hadn’t even told her about his birthday party tomorrow at the club, which he probably should.
Ten minutes later, he convinced her to put on her robe and flip-flops and leave him the fuck alone. He walked her to the pathway, gave her a quick kiss, then went in search of Rebel.
Bishop was just walking out of the kitchen. “Hey, bro.”
“Have you seen Rebel?” Diesel asked, uninterested in small talk.
“Kaia told me she was taking a nap.”
“A fucking nap?” Diesel asked dubiously. “Like a little kid?”
“That’s what he said.”
“And he knows this how?”
“I don’t fucking know, Diesel,” Bishop snapped. “Find him and ask him. Or ask him later, since Rebel invited him to be her date at Harley’s play.”
