Page 53 of Rebel

“You are going to get us into trouble with management,” I comment casually. “If someone leaks you doing this in here with me?—”

Chase turns, and I watch, open-mouthed, as he rips off his shirt and reaches up, covering the camera with it. When he turns to me, he’s half naked. All his muscles and tats are on display, and I hate my body for reacting. I hate that I look and that I like what I see.

“Now you have to make it even, pretty girl,” Chase murmurs, and my eyes jerk up to him. “We can’t have jealousy coming between us, can we? We all want you, and you clearly want all three of us or you wouldn’t have been annoyed.”

“I’m not fucking you, Chase,” I reply incredulously.

“Oh, you will, we both know that, but not here. You at least kissed Kolton, so unless you want to be the reason we break up, since Trav is watching Kolt like he’s the enemy now, you have to kiss both of us. Make it fair.” He grins. “And know, in the future, what you do with one of us, you do with all or none.”

“Oh, that’s ridiculous,” Kolton protests, but Trav huffs.

“No, I agree. I’m jealous. I’ve wanted to kiss Beck since the moment I saw her. If this is the only way we can keep it fair and have no fighting, then yeah. Either all of us or none. New pact.”

“One I don’t agree with,” I remind them.

“You don’t want to kiss me?” Trav asks sadly. “You want Kolton, but you don’t want us?”

Jesus fucking Christ.

I can tell they aren’t going to let this go, but I need them on my side. That’s the only reason I agree.

“Fine, I’m attracted to all three of you,” I admit, throwing them a bone, “but that doesn’t mean I’m going to fuck all of you.”

Chase nods. “Fine, but make it even or we will never let this go. Trav’s the jealous type, and I like to share. What can I say?” Licking his pierced lip, Chase runs his eyes down me, as if finding out I hooked up with Kolton has released him and all that power is now aimed at me. “I like to share my toys.”

“I’m not your toy,” I retort before turning and grabbing Trav’s shirt. I haul him down to me, our lips clashing. It started as a way to shut them up, to get off this stupid elevator, but as his lips move against mine, desire bursts to life within me.

All my anger and hatred seeps into the kiss, turning it hard and lethal. It’s a punishment, one he doesn’t seem to mind.

He groans into my mouth as he grips my hair, tilting my head back as he presses his body against mine. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and I feel all our pent-up desire. It flows from us until we bite and lick each other.

“Shit, that’s hot.” Chase’s words make me pull back. Blinking, I stare into Trav’s dilated eyes.

His lips are parted, and his chest heaves with his heavy breaths. “Beck,” he whispers.

Licking my lips, I step back and turn to Chase. “Fair is fair, pretty girl,” he tells me as he advances on me like a predator hunting his prey. He’s all dark eyes and slick words, and even as angry as I am, I want this.

I want the release of energy when we come together.

Chase backs me into the wall. One hand grips my neck, while the other slides down my body to haul my leg up and wrap it around his waist as he grinds into me. His mouth covers mine in a hard, brutal kiss. Unlike Trav’s, it turns teasing.

It’s a seduction, I realize, as he licks my mouth and sucks on my tongue.

He uses his mouth and body like a weapon. I know Chase has slept around, and it shows in the pleasure he demands from my body. The boy knows how to kiss, and he knows it when he pulls back. I expect a smirk, but he’s wide-eyed as he stares at me.

We are all silent, unsure what to say, our heavy breathing filling the air as I drop my leg and push him away. “There, fair is fair.”

My voice is hoarse, but they don’t seem to be doing any better. Trav and Chase look at me like they didn’t expect me to do it, like I rocked their whole damn world, and Kolt is watching me, seeming unsure.

Panting, I meet Chase’s blazing eyes as he leans in. “Oh yes, Beck, I think sharing you would be delicious. Don’t you, pretty girl?”

I push him away again, straightening my clothes. “Even?”

Trav groans. “Not even close.”

“Sir, is everything okay?” comes a panicked voice from the speaker.

Moving past them with a smirk, I hit the button again and we start to descend. Once we reach the ground floor, I slide my shades down and turn to look at them. “See you at rehearsal.”

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