I ignored his royal hotness as he moved to the rowing machine and continued to work out until my legs felt like jelly and I could barely hold myself up. I felt great, high on the endorphins and ready for a good night.
I think…
Today was one of the best I’d ever had. I couldn’t stop smiling as Rebel made everything I ever wanted, even down to the cake he presented after dinner. It was delicious, just like everything else he did.
“I don’t think you’re ready for this,” he called out over the sound of the blender. We’d already tried the easy cocktails in the book but he was so sure of himself that he thought he would master the trickier ones. I didn’t dare tell him I knew how to make it already. I’d been responsible for my own cocktails since I was thirteen when everyone was too drunk to notice the kid girl behind the bar, mixing liquors. It was why I wasn’t a lightweight.
To my surprise, Rebel had drank with me, even downing the pretty pink cocktails with gusto and then surprise would filter over his face at how damngood it was. He didn’t drink as much as me though, and I knew that had to be because he wasn’t a big drinker. I’d never seen him drink at all since we were here but I knew he did. There was always beer in the fridge.
The slight buzz pinging in my brain told me I should probably stop soon but I was having too much fun with him. It was like a light had switched off and he could finally be himself. He was smiling more, and genuinely having a good time. I wondered how long it had been since he’d truly enjoyed himself.
“Here,” I laughed as I saw him struggle with the glasses and the blender jug of frozen margarita type concoction. I held the glasses firm as he tossed the icy contents into them. A huge glob of it ran down my fingers and I quickly pulled them up to suck the cold drink off them before I squealed from the coolness on my skin. I looked up at him then only to see the fiery expression on his face as he watched me slip my fingers back out of my mouth with a pop. The smile was gone and in its place was an expression I could only figure was barely holding on.
Did he have the same feelings I did?
Did he want to lick the drink off my fingers himself?
“It’s really good,” I said, breaking the tension. “Do you want to try?”
He raised his glass to his lips and I watched as he took a sip, his eyes on me the entire time. I could feel the tension coming off him in waves and my pussy clenched at the way his dark eyes held mine. A dance of torment between us.
“It’s good,” he said, downing the rest of the contents and putting the glass down. “Did you enjoy your birthday?”
“I did, thank you, Kendrick.”
He smiled a little when I used his name. I don’t think he’d heard it in a while and I was reminding him of who he was without the club. I liked to see him smile.
“Can I ask one more thing?” I ventured, hoping he wouldn’t think I was dumb and ruin the rest of my night. Fuck, maybe I shouldn’t ask…too much of a good thing was bad right?
“Of course.”
“There’s one thing that I always wanted on my birthday, one thing that I never got because of my overprotective family…can you…fuck…maybe I shouldn’t ask.”
He leaned against the counter and crossed his arms over his chest. “Ask.”
“Will you give me a birthday kiss?”
A few beats went by and I realised I had probably just ruined a good thing between us. I felt all the good vibes drain out of me and braced myself for the rejection. Why the hell did I have to go and fuck this up? We were finally in a good place and I had to go and ruin it just like that.
“You don’t want me to kiss you,” he said, his voice deeper than it had been moments before. “You want someone you like to kiss you on your birthday. Sorry, princess.”
“I just want to be kissed on my birthday,” I said, almost like a whimper. I felt like I was going to cry. This had been so stupid. “Don’t worry about it.”
I made a move to leave when I felt his hands on my hips, turning me toward him. I felt all the air leave my body as one hand stayed on my hip, his fingers digging into my flesh a little and the other hand cupped the side of my face. His eyes moved to my lips and back to my eyes.
“You don’t want this…”
“I really think I do…”
My voice was barely a whisper as I saw his head move to the side and his lips brushed across mine. They were soft yet the kiss was firm. I couldn’t help it, I moaned when I felt his fingers dig into my skin and he pushed me up against the kitchen wall, the kiss turning from gentle to passionate. His tonguebreached my lips and they happily parted for him. His tongue clashing with my own, had us going past a friendly, birthday kiss to something more…primal.
He groaned as I moved my hand up under his shirt, my skin on his skin. I clung to him like I was dependent on him to survive, because at this point, I was. He’d become my whole world the last few weeks so maybe this attraction was the universe trying to say we needed to procreate or whatever chemical hormone shit did to a woman’s brain to keep the race going, but I chose to believe it was because I really liked him…because I did and I truly believed he liked me back.
He ground against me, his hard cock pushing against my stomach. I wanted him. I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything before and it felt like he wanted me just as bad.
A loud knock landed and we broke apart, both of us panting. His eyes were wild as he looked toward the hall near the door.
“Stay here.”
