Page 145 of Rebel

Pleasure mixes with pain until I choke on both, and I feel Chase jerking, his hips stuttering, and I know he’s close. I want to scream. I want to fight to keep him inside me forever, but he groans and spills inside me.

Leaning down, he places a soft kiss over my breaking heart. “Love you, pretty girl,” he murmurs, dazed from pleasure.

A hiccup breaks free, but they don’t comment.

Chase falls back, groaning, and Kolton takes his place, slamming me down on his cock as Trav works deep into my ass, finally starting to move. Their hands caress my body between them.

Good, let them.

It’s all theirs, at least for tonight.

My heart is also all theirs and always will be.

I wake up and show them that.

I move with them, reaching up to kiss Kolton as I push back to take Trav deeper. The bus rocks with the force of our fucking.

“Fuck, baby,” Trav pants into my ear. “You feel so fucking good. You get so tight when he’s in your cunt. Your ass feels too good.”

My heart skips a beat, and my pussy clenches down, and they both groan. The fire in me roars back to life, and the inferno blocks out anything else. I’m grateful. I lose myself in the flames and their bodies.

I lose track of it all until I can’t stand it.

I shatter for them, exploding into a million broken pieces they can never put back together.

My pleasure claims theirs. Trav moans in my ear as he fills my ass with his cum, and Kolton cries out, filling my pussy. Maybe it’s gross, but I want to keep those parts with me, even when I leave.

Chase crawls over, kissing me as we come down.

When the pleasure subsides, all that’s left is pain.

We collapse together in our bed, their arms and legs circling me, and in the dark, I let my tears slide down my cheeks, knowing it will be the last time I have them.

It doesn’t take them long to nod off, but I can’t do anything except lie here until I force myself from their embrace and sit on the edge of the bed.

Watching them sleep, I wrap my arms around myself, wanting to reach for them but knowing I have done enough damage. They promised to walk this road with me, but I have to do this alone. My eyes land on the tapes then as I realize I’m not alone.

Not really.

I’m walking the same path as my sister, and I know she’s here, ready to stand at my side when no one else can or will.

“Goodbye,” I whisper to them. “Please don’t hate me.”

It’s the one thing I never thought I would care about, but it’s the one thing I care about most in the world.

I love them with everything I have in me.

I love them enough to walk away.

I love them enough to give up on my revenge.

I love them.

SIXTY-SIX

Beck is quiet today. We’ve noticed, and we’re worried. She barely touched her breakfast, and during sound check, she seemed lifeless. We traveled during the night so we arrived at the arena bright and early for setup. We are only doing two nights here, so we don’t bother with a hotel. We all prefer the bus anyway because being crammed together with our girl?

Heaven.

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