Page 46 of Rebel

I search her gaze before nodding. I want this.

I want her, and nothing but happiness fills me as she strokes my chest and then moves lower, sliding one hand into my wet shorts to circle my length. She groans as she does, and I watch her expression. “Shit, Kolton, you’re so big and hard, it has to hurt. Let me help.”

“Please.” It comes out gritted as desire returns so strongly, I can’t breathe. It’s as if she is allowing me to finally feel it.

Years of repressed desire storm through me.

“Shh, I have you. Keep your eyes on me the entire time. I’m the one touching you. It’s okay, breathe and relax. It will feel so good. You’re safe. That’s it.” My hips kick as she strokes me. The pleasure is too much, but I keep my eyes on her the entire time it builds.

I usually stop at this point, scared to fall over that cliff again and ashamed for enjoying it, but with her eyes on me ,I can’t help it.

“That’s it. I have you. God, you feel so good. I want to see you come.”

I’m lost.

It explodes through me without permission, and it’s not scary.

It’s exhilarating, like I’m flying.

I pump into her hand, gasping as it flows through me so forcefully, I fall into her. She strokes me through every last drop of my release, and when it’s over, I slump in exhaustion, but I’m smiling widely and so is she.

Pulling her hand from my shorts, she licks her glistening palm.

“Thank you.” I press kisses all over her face before kissing her lips, uncaring about the salty taste of my release. “Thank you.”

“You’re incredible, Kolt. This is your body, your pleasure, remember that.” She wraps her arms and legs around me, holding me as tears well in my eyes. I try to fight them, but she strokes my back, and with my first ever voluntary release, I cry.

I cry for what I lost, for what was stolen from me.

She holds me through it all.

TWENTY-THREE

After a few hours or so of Kolton and me swimming and playing on the slide, Chase and Trav find us. There’s a new bond between us. Every time I look at Kolt, I can’t forget the way he cried in my arms and thanked me for touching him softly.

For not hurting him, for letting him relearn his body.

How could I ever hurt someone like that?

I can’t. I never want him to cry again, though, because I want his smile.

I feel very protective of him, and he reaches for me all the time, as if he’s starved for touch, so when Trav and Chase appear and we’re playing tag in the water, they watch, both bewildered.

“So this is where you’ve been hiding.” Trav grins, crouching at the edge of the pool in just his swim shorts.

Chase lies down on a lounge chair with a drink in his hand. His shirt is unbuttoned, and he looks as beautiful and untouchable as always. I’m surprised he didn’t take one look at us and know, since he seems to know everything, but he appears to be lost in his own thoughts. No doubt seeing Ila has him reliving some of his issues, but despite what I think of Chase, I know it was his addiction.

Lifting a finger to my lips, I slip out of the pool, walk past Trav, and squeeze my hair out on Chase.

He jerks upright with a scream, throwing his sunglasses away as he sits there with his arms spread wide in shock before his eyes narrow. “Run, pretty girl,” he warns.

Laughing, I whirl around and kick out, launching Trav into the pool before I dive in after him.

I hear Chase, and when I breach the surface, arms wrap around me and drag me under. Laughing, I kick away, but hands slide over me, and when I break the surface again, I realize they took my top. Whirling, I see Chase holding my top in his fingers with a wicked grin.

“Chase,” Trav snaps, swimming to him to help, but I narrow my eyes.

Diving under the water, I head straight to him. I don’t know what he expected me to do, but it wasn’t yank down his swim shorts.

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