Page 132 of Rebel

He stands up, hitting the table as his legs give, and I kiss him. “Good boy.”

I leave him slumped there, dazed as hell. “What the fuck just happened?” he mutters.

“I was using that to cook.” Kolton sighs, leaning back into the counter where he was watching us.

I drag my tongue across the end of the spatula and hand it back. “There, you can continue cooking now. I’ve finished.”

Humming happily, I head straight to the bathroom to deal with the issue of my wet cunt. Seriously, it’s embarrassing how hard I need to come. It almost hurts, and my hands shake as I hurry to shut the door, struggling to get my pants down at the same time the memory of Chase licking my hand fills my head.

The door is just shutting when a hand slides between it and the frame, and it rips open. Trav forces his way in, kicking the door closed behind him. “It seems like you enjoyed playing,” he remarks, noticing my hand in my pants.

I swallow hard, tugging my hand out. “I don’t know what you—” He covers my mouth, making my eyes widen.

“You played with him, and now I’m going to play with you.” He crowds me until I’m backed against the sink. “If you ever need to come, baby, then you ask us. All three of us are here for your pleasure, fucking waiting and hoping you’ll need us. Our cocks, hands, and mouths are all here for you to get off on. You need us? Ask.” He drops his hand.

“I need you,” I rasp out, all my courage fleeing me in the face of his dark eyes, tattooed skin, and wicked promises.

He doesn’t tease me. He turns me and bends me over the sink, pushing my pants down, and then he kneels, lapping at my cream as I gasp. My knuckles turn white as I grab onto the counter, hanging on as he shoves my legs wider and forces his shoulders between my thighs as he eats me like he’s been waiting for the opportunity to.

His tongue drags over my clit and then thrusts inside me, drinking down every drop of my need—need I got from torturing and fucking his bandmate. “Fuck, you taste so fucking sweet, peaches.” He moans, gripping my hips. “It’s all I’ll think of tonight when you’re on stage—how you fucking taste when you’re riding my face until I can’t breathe.”

I can’t hold back my cry of pleasure as I push back, fucking his face. I was already close to coming, so when he nips my clit, I shatter for him.

I jerk and cry out, my pussy clenching on his tongue as my cum drips into his mouth.

Pleasure rolls through me as he licks me through it, and when I finally slump, he places a gentle kiss on my clit. I feel him stand, but I’m weak, my legs shaking from how hard I came.

He turns me slowly and kisses me deeply so I taste myself there. “Good girl,” he murmurs. “Now go shower, then we’ll eat before we get ready.”

He leaves me as bewildered as Chase.

FIFTY-NINE

We are watching Sanctuary, an up-and-coming rock band, perform their set from the green room when I pull out the box. I have been waiting all day to give it to her. Turning, I set it on her knee. She blinks and looks down. “What’s this?”

“Your tour present. It’s from all of us. It’s tradition,” I tell her. I got a new guitar from Chase, Trav got an engraved drumstick, and Chase? Well, Chase never got one since he started it, which means we need to rectify that, but he doesn’t seem bothered as he waits nervously for Beck to open the black box with purple ribbon.

She rips into it, chucking the ribbon at Chase with a wink who blushes, then she gasps when she sees what’s nestled inside. It’s a long chain pendant with a cross—silver, of course, since she doesn’t mix metals—and on the back are all our names and today’s date.

“To remember your first show and that we are eternal,” I murmur.

“I love it.” Despite her outfit and the fact that everything is meticulously planned, she slips it over her head, covering it with her hand. “It’s perfect, thank you all.”

“It’s time.” The door opens, and Rachel smiles at us.

Nodding, I stand and hold my hand out to Beck. “Come on, baby—Beck, time to show them how talented our lead singer is.”

She grins and takes my hand. I feel it shake slightly, but it’s good that she’s nervous. It will make her care more and work harder.

We head to the stage together. Our instruments are already out there, and the lights are off. The crowd is screaming, chanting our name, and as I turn to Beck and lean in, I steal a kiss in the dark. “Breathe, you’re going to be amazing. If you get lost, look at us,” I instruct. When I turn away, I swear I see Rachel watching us, but she doesn’t say anything as we head on stage.

They can see our outlines, the smoke of the set wrapping around our dark silhouettes as we take our places. I’m to the right of Beck, while Chase is to the left, and Trav is on the drums. Beck grips the mic, her guitar around her neck, and I see her taking deep breaths as she looks at the crowd.

The intro starts, and the video plays behind us as the screams turn deafening, and then Trav hits the drums. Once, a light comes on. Twice, another light. He hits the drums two more times, and then we are all spotlighted.

We smile at the crowd as they go wild, and then the first track queues up. I wait for the countdown in my ear, and then I shred. We dive straight into our first song, the music flowing out across the arena as the crowd jumps and sings along since it’s a fan favorite.

The lights are almost blinding, making it hard to see the crowd clearly, and I see Beck relax as she starts to sing. She’s quiet at first, but she grows in volume, standing still until I dance over, rolling my hips as I press my back to her side. I wink as the crowd screams my name.

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