He was a book boyfriend come to life and I was living my best life right now as he lined his cock up to my entrance and slammed all the way home. He stayed like that, his fingers digging into my neck slightly until my pussy adjusted.
“Fuck, you are so tight, baby,” he whispered, kissing my jaw and lifting his hand from my neck. He pumped into me hard, my pussy clenching around him, another orgasm almost about to rip through me. I scratched my nails down his arms. Rebel held onto my hips, angling them up in the air as he pushed down into me further, hitting spots I didn’t even know existed. His thumb brushed over my clit and I exploded around him. He grunted as my pussy clenched his cock like a vice, andwaves of pleasure rolled through my body. My eyes flicked back as my body was transported to another dimension, my breathing was laboured and my body felt like it was on a live wire.
“Shit,” he grunted. “Fuck.”
It took a few more pumps and he was emptying into me. Rebel collapsed on the bed next to me, out of breath. I rolled over onto my side, his arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me up against him. He placed a kiss on my lips, soft and tender, before he laid his head back down.
“That was exactly what I needed,” I said into his chest.
“Me too, baby,” he huffed out. “You’re not going to storm out of here and not talk to me for the next few days are you?”
I chuckled next to him. “Not unless you have any other revelations you want to lay on me.”
He turned his head, and for a moment I was fearful he might actually tell me something else he’d been keeping from me. “You’re making it really hard to be able to let you go when this is over. How’s that for a revelation?”
“Why do you have to?” I asked him. “What if I like what we have?”
“I’m not good for you,Darby.”
“I don’t care, I want you and I always get what I want.”
He chuckled, and it was the most heartwarming sound to my ears that I almost forgot how serious our conversation was. By the end, I would make him see he was the one for me. He was stuck with me now.
Rebel wasn’t kidding when he said he was hungry. He’d been taking forever, so I got up to see what he was doing and smelt the sugary sweetness of the cookies before I saw them.
“Cookies?”
His smile was everything as he plated them up from the wire rack he’d been cooling them on. They were thick, the kind all the influencers ate. I broke open one and smelt the warm gooey middle before taking a bite. Swirls of chocolate and cookie butter assaulted my senses and I moaned.
“You do that again, princess, and we’re going to be fucking on a plate of cookies.”
I giggled. “These are so good.”
“I’m glad you like them.”
I was about to bite into another cookie when I heard the door unclick down the hall. Rebel stiffenedfor a moment, his smile dropping before he pulled me behind the kitchen counter.
“Stay here.”
I nodded, fear hitting me hard. Rebel eased around the corner of the hallway. I heard a scuffle like someone was throwing down and then I heard my brother Riagan’s voice.
Jumping up, I saw he had Rebel around the neck, and a gun to his temple. My gut clenched when I saw blood trickling down from the top of his head, onto the gun pressing into his face.
“Riagan,” I gasped, dropping what was left of my cookie. “What are you doing? Put him down.”
“Now, now, sister, I’ve come to take you home.”
“‘Riagan, please, let him go.”
“This is one of the pigs that burnt our clubhouse to the ground, who killed our family and you’re okay with playing house with him?” he glowered at me. I felt the same fear I had when I grew up with him. He may have been nicer than my Dad and brothers, but he was still carved to be like my Dad. He still had that same hatred running through his veins that we had in all of us. Keefe, Shona and I were the only ones who cared about others.
“He’s protecting me.”
“From who?” Riagan asked. “From your own family?”
“My own family who would pawn me out like a common whore?” I spat viciously at him. My own anger was coming barreling at him and I knew once I really lost control, I wouldn’t stop. “I have never been safe there.”
Riagan let up a little. I could see the brother coming out in him, and not just Alasdair’s son. “You belong in Belfast with us.”
