Page 73 of The Rebel

“If you knew me, if you knew anything about my loyalty, then you wouldn’t have uttered those words to me.”

“You’re not a stranger to me anymore.” My hand lowered to his abs, feeling their hardness through the thin fabric of his shirt. “I’m not asking you to make this decision now, but I’m asking you not to leave.” My hand tightened around the top of his belt.“Come back into the living room. We can talk, sit there in silence—I don’t care. I can even make us something for dinner. But please, Cooper, don’t go.”

He was quiet for several moments, his breathing the only thing I could hear. “You’re playing with fucking fire.”

That was how my body felt.

A burning sensation that traveled all the way through me.

“I just … don’t want to say goodbye. Not yet. Not like this.”

His eyelids narrowed, his shoulders broadening. When his lips parted, he made them wet. “There’s only one thing you’re going to get from me right now.”

I held in all the air I could, hoping this was going to be the answer I was after. “And that is?”

“My fucking dick.”

FIFTEEN

Cooper

My hands went to Rowan’s face, holding her cheeks, aiming her gaze at mine. She needed to understand what this meant. What I was offering. How it was only a onetime deal.

“I’ll give you my dick right now, and I’ll fuck you until you’re screaming so loud that you lose your voice. But that’s all you’re getting from me—forever.” I traced her bottom lip with my thumb. “Is that what you want?”

What she wanted was to believe everything would be all right between us.

But it wouldn’t.

To believe we were going to have a future together.

But we couldn’t.

To believe I was the man of her dreams.

But I wasn’t.

If she wanted something, I would give her this.

My cock.

Until we were both shuddering from orgasms.

Because after everything she’d just confessed to while we were sitting on her couch, my dick was the only thing I could think with at the moment.

It didn’t matter that she hadn’t groveled enough.

She wasn’t going to get anything more than this.

Neither was I.

But if she agreed, at least I would have tonight.

One evening.

Of fucking.

Of earning the wetness and tightness of her cunt.

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