Page 79 of Rebel

“Don’t let Chase rub off on you.” She winks. “Give me five.” She shuts the door, and I stand there like a fool, wondering if it would be creepy for me to wait here for five minutes just to see her again.

I realize it would, so I hurry away. In my room, I change out of my pajamas and into some jeans and a band shirt, adding a black denim jacket and my boots. I style my hair before looking myself over in the mirror.

As I stare at myself, I realize something.

I stopped hating the way I look all because she likes it.

Shit, I’m in trouble.

Shutting the door, I rush downstairs and eagerly wait near the front door. I’m sure the label will be annoyed when they find out we skipped out on practice so close to leaving, but I don’t care. Beck needs to smile, she needs a day off, and I want to give her everything she needs.

She comes down a few minutes later, wearing wide-legged blue jeans and a skimpy, cut up band top. A leather jacket hangs from her hand, and her fingers are covered in rings. Her hair is still slightly wet, but her makeup is done. She looks beautiful.

She looks like she belongs to me.

My eyes rove possessively over her body, drinking her in from the dark ink of the tattoo on her inner arm to the top of her head and back down. Beck Danvers is perfection and everything I didn’t know I needed. I don’t know when I came to depend on her smile to judge my day, but when it graces her face, I relax, knowing today will be good.

“Ready?” she asks as she reaches my side, completely oblivious to my whole world shifting and rearranging until she’s the center. “Kolt?”

“Ready.” I take her hand, liking the weight of it, and we head out.

“So where are we going?” she asks as I open the car door for her. I’m driving us today. It’s just a normal date—well, as normal as it can get. Shutting her door, I hurry around and slide in, reaching over to fasten her belt for her. She smiles at me as I sit back.

“You’ll see.” I wink as I start the engine.

Laying my arm behind her leather seat, I look behind us as I reverse and then spin us, soaking in her giggle as I gun it. I turn up the volume on the radio, rolling the windows down, and as we head away from the city, I watch her relax until she sings along.

For a moment, I take a mental picture of my girl, of the happiest moment of my life. She’s sitting at my side where she belongs, where she always belonged. She makes all the shit I’ve waded through, all the crap this world has thrown at me worthwhile.

Beck Danvers makes it all worth it, and when she opens her eyes, I can’t help but grin and join in as she sings.

We have fun and let go, and for the first time in a very long time, I take a deep breath.

I stop planning and running from thing to thing. I stop waiting and wishing away my days, working and never really living. No, I take a deep breath, and I put myself in the moment and focus on the way it feels.

I just . . . live, maybe for the first time ever.

“I can’t eat another bite,” she complains, leaning back in her chair.

I wanted to show off a little—okay, a lot if I’m being honest. I took her to the beach, where we swam and played for hours before eating ice cream and then playing in the arcade. Luckily, it was empty so no one noticed us, and then I dragged her here to this fancy fucking country club. I don’t know why I have to have a membership to it, but now I’m happy I do.

She looked around in amazement, unsure at first, but the food won her over.

It’s the way to Beck’s heart, after all—food and orgasms.

She’s a woman of simple pleasures, and I fucking love it, especially watching her moan around every bite. “Go on, have another,” I encourage, holding the fork out to her.

Sighing, she meets my gaze. “Why do I feel like you have other motives?”

I lick a drop of sauce from her lips, hearing her gasp. “Every time you take a bite, you let out this little noise that makes my cock harder than it’s ever been,” I tell her. “And after you finish, I plan to take you into those fancy fucking toilet stalls and destroy that pussy for dessert until you make those noises again for all these pompous asses to hear.”

Her mouth drops open, and her eyes widen. “Kolton,” she hisses.

Laughing, I sit back. “Finish up, beautiful.”

She just stares at me. “We can’t, not here. We’ll break something. It’s all fucking expensive!”

“Then I’ll buy what we break.” I shrug.

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