Page 130 of Rebel

We have a few hours until I need to be dressed, so when we head back to the bus to rest, I get my first glimpse at being a rock star. Fans are near the fence, phones are in the air, and signs are pressed to the mesh as they scream and shout for us. I even see a sign for me.

Marry me, Beck.

Blinking, I scan the rest and find another.

Beck, be my mommy.

“Yeah, Beck,” Chase teases, stepping behind me. “Or you can be my mommy. I’ve been a bad boy.”

“You’re always bad,” I mutter, and then I turn my eyes to him and step closer. His Adam’s apple bobs as I press against him just out of the fans’ view, sliding my hand up to grip his neck. His eyes widen and fill with lust. “You couldn’t handle me in that way, pretty boy,” I tease before I step away, leaving him hard as I turn back to the fans.

“Pretty girl, not to be fucking rude, but I’m going to need you in leathers and heels, torturing me while you speak to me like that again. Hell, I’ll call you Mommy if you want.” He groans, pressing against my back, his very hard dick nestled in my ass.

“If you’re good.” I wink as I grab my phone and load what I want. His chin rests on my shoulder, and when his voice comes, it’s soft and sweet and makes me shudder.

“Such a softie, baby girl.”

“Shut up or I’ll go tell them how you just begged to call me Mommy,” I mutter.

“Pretty girl, they would be right there with me,” he teases, kissing my cheek. “Come on, let’s go say hi to your fans.”

Taking my hand, he drags me over, and they start to scream. I’m surprised by the number of men in the crowd, but I happily wave and pose for photos with Chase. When I reach the one holding a sign for me, she blushes so hard, it’s adorable.

“You are amazing!” she gushes. “I can’t wait to see you live tonight. You’re the only reason I bought a ticket.”

“Sorry, can you say that again?” I pull out my phone to fake record, and she laughs. I sign the page she holds out and take a picture, and we talk for a while until some of the crew members emerge with big bags.

“For you guys.” I hand them through the fence. “I didn’t know what to order, but it’s cold today, so there’s some coffee, tea, and sandwiches. Make sure to stay warm and hydrated.”

“Oh my god.” The girl actually starts to cry. “You are so kind.”

Why do I want to cry when someone else cries?

I quickly wave them off and urge them to eat before hightailing it out of there, a laughing Chase following me. Back in the bus, I see Trav taking a nap while Kolton cooks.

He arches his eyebrow at Chase. “What’s going on?”

“Our girl is such a softie. You should have seen her. ‘Here, keep warm.’” He mocks my voice, so I grab the spatula Kolton is holding out and bend Chase over the dining table, spanking his ass as he yelps.

“Bad Chase,” I snap as I smack him harder.

“Jesus, pretty girl, what the fuck?” he yells, but he stops struggling and bends farther over the table, as if to give me better access.

I stop midair and tilt my head. “You’re enjoying this.”

He grins at me over his shoulder. “Definitely not. Oh please, Beck, please don’t punish me.” When I gape, he lets out the most adorable sigh I have ever heard. “I’ve been a bad boy. Won’t you punish me?”

“Take your sex games to the bedroom, I’m trying to sleep,” Trav calls. “And for the love of God, I never want to hear you say you’re a bad boy again.”

We both turn to look at him and then at each other, and I know a wicked grin curves my lips. “Bend over farther,” I order.

Chase smirks as he stretches his long arms across the table, gripping the other side. Pushing his shirt up, I lean down and press kisses along his spine as he shudders, goosebumps rising on his skin. I watch his hands clench the table, his eyes shutting as he groans.

Smirking, I reach around and unbuckle his jeans, pushing them down to his knees. He parts his thighs, rolling his hips as he grinds into the table.

I bring the flat edge of the spatula down on his now bare ass, and he jerks from the force, a surprised moan ripping from his mouth. “I didn’t say you could get off,” I warn.

“Shit, sorry,” he replies. I press a kiss to the red mark on his perfectly round ass cheek.

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