Page 5 of Rebel

I can’t help but laugh, and Chase lets me go, glaring at her. “You would be lucky if I touched you. Others beg for a taste.”

“Good for them. You’re not my type.” The shock on his face is comical, and Trav and I lean together, watching the show. I don’t think a woman has ever turned Chase down before, never more than once either.

“I’m not your type?” he exclaims. “Impossible.”

When she just stares at him, his jaw drops again. “Not your type,” he whispers, absolutely shell-shocked.

“Well, this was delightful,” she drawls. “I’ll meet you downstairs in time for the meeting.” She downs her beer and tosses it into the bin without looking. She, of course, makes the shot as she leaves.

“I’m going to marry that girl,” I tell them.

“You aren’t her type,” Chase snipes.

“Aww, little baby, did she hurt your feelings?” I mock. “She only said you weren’t her type, nothing about us.”

I watch his mouth drop again, and I leave him there, shocked to his core and reeling.

Oh yeah, Beck Danvers fits with us.

I can’t wait for the tour.

FOUR

“Where is she?” Chase asks.

“Why? You are always late.” I smirk, and he turns to throw me a perfectly practiced glare and then flips his hair as he turns back around.

“When I do it, it’s style, but when she does it, it’s rude. Singer girl?—”

“Should I get you a Post-it with my name since you have memory issues in your old age?” she calls as she comes down, not stopping until she’s before Chase. Most would wither at the idea of going toe to toe with the famous Chase Reed when he’s in a mood.

“Careful, little girl,” he warns, getting in her face.

She doesn’t back down, and my tongue catches between my teeth as I take the chance to look her over. She’s changed, and the scent of peaches hits me, hardening my cock. Wearing some loose ripped jeans, boots, and a cropped shirt that ties around her back, she looks good enough to fucking eat.

“Or what, old man?” she challenges. When he’s silent, she smirks. “That’s what I thought. You keep standing there looking pretty, since the talent is now here.” She moves past him, hitting his shoulder with hers, and I cover my lips to hide my smile as he turns to glare after her, but I catch his eyes dropping to her ass, so I block the view, pointing from my eyes to his.

I might look, but I won’t touch. Beck Danvers is hot as fuck, but we need her, which means no crossing lines. We can be friends, and I can think about that tight, little body while I fuck my hand, but nothing more. Chase, on the other hand, would fuck her just to prove he could.

I won’t let him ruin this one as well.

“Behave,” I warn.

“Whatever.” He goes to step past me, so I grab his arm, tightening my hold on his leather jacket to stop him.

“I mean it, Chase. We can’t afford to fuck this one up. It’s our last chance, or have you forgotten that?”

“I haven’t.”

“Or how you owe us for all the times you fucked up in the past?” I snap.

“You said you forgave me,” he mumbles. I see a flash of hurt in his eyes, and although we understand the issues he faced and why he did what he did, it takes everything in me not to throw it back in his face.

“We do, but we won’t if you ruin this one for us, Chase, and you can’t afford to lose any more friends. We are the ones who stuck by you, so if not for the band or your dreams, then how about just for that? Please don’t ruin our dreams just because you can.” I let him go and turn to follow her out.

“I’m sorry, Trav.” He sighs. “I really am. I won’t. If you say she’s in, she’s in. I’ll behave as much as I can.”

“That’s all we’re asking, man.” I wrap my arm around his neck and drag him out with me. “She is hot though.”

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