Page 59 of Rebel

Sliding onto his lap, she leans into him, giving me a clear view of her perky ass. His hands come up and grip it, dragging her farther into his lap. I watch her bring her hands up as she wraps the ribbon around his head.

I burst out laughing as his eyes widen in horror as she ties it off, closing his mouth so he can’t speak. “That’s better.” She giggles as she slides from his lap.

“Mean,” he mumbles, reaching for it, but she smacks his hand and sits on his knee as she grabs another box.

His eyes drop to where she’s perched on the end of his knee, her dress pulled up, and he groans. He grips her thighs, holding her as she opens the rest of the presents.

A new tension fills the room, one we know all too well.

We all want Beck Danvers, and the more she plays with us, the more we want her.

I wonder how long it will be until one of us snaps and does something about it.

TWENTY-NINE

Ispend hours opening the presents they bought me, each one more beautiful than the last. There are clothes, jewelry, and knickknacks, all luxury and designer. It’s overwhelming.

We decide not to rehearse today, since none of us can be bothered. I try to ignore the electricity in the air as I push boxes and ribbons to the side. They help me take my presents upstairs, filling my room. I don’t know what to say, I didn’t ask for them, but I do thank them.

My plan is still in place, however, so I grab some liquor bottles, drop them onto the table, and smirk. “How about we play a game and get drunk?”

Chase smirks. “Pretty girl, you had me at drunk.”

Trav grins, stretching out on the sofa with his arms above his head, displaying his lean muscles. He lost his shirt somewhere and is just in low-slung jeans, showing off his tats and looking every inch the playboy rock star. “What game?”

“Truth or dare?” I suggest.

“I’m in.” Kolt grabs some glasses and starts pouring us some heavy drinks as I sit on the settee, eyeing them.

I plan their demises and how best to destroy them while they watch me like they would let me.

“I’ll go first. Dare.” I sip my drink as music comes on thanks to Chase’s phone connecting to the speakers.

“I dare you to give Kolt a lap dance, pretty girl,” Chase says.

My gaze moves to Kolton, and I see his cheeks heat. Grinning, I down some of my drink and place it on the table before making my way to him. I lost my jacket, so I’m only wearing my short dress and heels as I grip his shoulders and roll my body to the music.

His eyes widen and his breathing stops as I slide down, almost pressing my face into his crotch. I feel his body come to life under mine. As I move back up, I straddle his lap before I grind. My eyes meet Chase’s as he leans forward on the opposite sofa, his tongue caught between his teeth.

The electricity is palpable in the room, the alcohol and music making it worse. I straighten and roll my hips as Kolt gasps, gripping the sofa hard as he watches me. Leaning in, I stop inches from his mouth. “I can feel how hard you are.”

It’s a tactic to get them to lower their guard so I can get what I want.

When the song ends, I slip from his lap and grab my drink, sitting once more. “Kolt, your turn,” I announce.

“Um . . .” He coughs, his voice rough as he blinks, his face bright red. “Truth.”

Interesting.

“Boring.” Trav groans. “Okay, truth. Do you want to fuck Beck?”

“More than anything.” His voice is tight with hunger.

“My turn,” Chase says, ignoring the usual rules. He downs his drink and pours another. “Dare.”

“I dare you to take off your pants.” I smirk.

“Baby, you didn’t need to dare me to do that. If you want my pants off, just ask.” Standing, he unbuckles his belt and unbuttons then shoves them down. He sits back down in his boxers as he watches me.

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