Page 43 of Rebel

She stops me, leaning over the table and taking my hand. “It wasn’t you,” she tells me. “I liked you reaching for me.”

“I liked reaching for you,” I admit, staring into her deep brown eyes.

She sits back with a smile, sipping her drink. She moans when she tastes the cocktail, and the sound has my dick hardening. Coughing, I shift in my seat to try to get comfortable, ignoring the desire she stirs whenever she’s around me.

I glance around, spotting Trav with his sister, but Chase is nowhere to be seen. “How about we go have some fun? Just me and you?”

“I’d love that,” she replies, and I watch in awe as she downs her drink with a gulp. “Let’s go.”

Standing, I take her hand and tug her after me. I avoid the pools and crowds around here. Instead, we head inside the huge building, and I choose the glass elevator so she can see the different levels. Her mouth opens with awe.

“Being rich really is like living in another world.”

“The more money they have, the harder they play.” I shrug, placing my chin on her shoulder before I even realize what I’ve done. It seems like I’m starved for her touch.

She relaxes back into me as I stare at the levels as we ascend. Once we reach the lower rooftop, I tug her after me. We go around the pool, which is calmer, and follow a path between the flowers and bushes to the range at the back.

She laughs when she sees where I brought her. “Ax throwing?”

“Work off some of that steam.” I wink at her as I guide her over to the smiling instructor. I don’t let go of her hand as he explains the rules and how it works. I only release her when it’s her turn to try.

“You got it?” I grin at her, pulling down my shades and stepping back as she steps up to the line on the floor, taking aim at the target. The wicked-looking ax is massive in her hands, but she looks damn fucking sexy with it.

When she smiles at me over her shoulder, I swear I fall in love.

Her first throw hits the middle of the target, and I gape as the instructor claps. Laughing, she grabs another, and I just stand there, gobsmacked, as she destroys every target, hitting the center every time.

When she skips over to me, she presses my mouth shut. “Your turn.”

“Right,” I mutter. “I would say prepare to be awed, but Jesus, that’s a tough act to follow.”

Picking up the ax, I swing it back and forth, not ashamed to say I’m trying to show off for her. Chase and I usually come here, especially after he got sober. He said it helped him forget about drugs. I throw it with a swing and hit the middle, and then I smile at her before grabbing the next ax. I hope she’s at least a little impressed. It’s hard to tell with Beck Danvers. She’s a mystery, playing everything close to her chest.

I only miss one by a fraction, but when she wraps her arms around me, she makes me feel like a warrior who went to battle.

She grins. “What’s next?”

“How about the slides?”

Taking my hand, she waves me on. “Lead the way.”

Unable to help the smile on my face, I hurry us back down the elevator to the basement floors. The slide takes up the left side of the space. This floor is decorated in neon, with plants and flowers everywhere, and the huge, dimly lit basement pool is surprisingly empty.

“Wow.” She spins around. “It’s so quiet.”

“Not a lot of people come down here. They prefer to be outside. Come on.” I lead her up the stairs to the biggest slide and motion for her to go down. She sits on the edge of the slide entrance, and I sit behind her, pressing my legs on either side of hers and wrapping my arms around her waist.

She shivers, and I place my mouth to her ear. “Hold on, baby.”

Grabbing the edge, I push us off and down. She screams as we slide. Laughing, I hold her tighter as I lie back in the water. Neon lights flash in the dark tunnel as we spiral down. Giggling, she holds me tighter to her until her giggles turn into laughter.

It’s the best sound in the entire world, and for a musician, that’s saying something.

When we shoot out the other end and plunge into the pool, I don’t let go. I kick us to the surface, and she laughs, slicking her hair back and swimming to the edge of the pool as I follow her with a wide grin.

“That was so much fun. Let’s go again,” she says.

Giggling, she climbs from the pool, and I’m just grabbing the edge when she tugs off her shirt dress, lays it on one of the lounge chairs, and winds her hair up on her head. My mouth goes dry, and I miss the edge, splashing back into the pool at the sight of her body.

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