Page 86 of Rebel

As I glance down at mine, who’s snoring softly in my arms, I can’t help but smile. Trav and Kolton are also snoring, locked around her like she’s a teddy bear, but I couldn’t bear to go to sleep. This isn’t due to my usual demons clinging to me in the darkness. This is my unwillingness to look away from Beck Danvers.

She astounds me.

She’s beautiful, but it’s more than that. It’s the depth of this woman’s loyalty, her humor, and her sarcasm. It’s the way she goes toe to toe with me, the way she can beat the shit out of anyone she wants and doesn’t need our protection but then melts softly into my arms, trusting me to keep her safe as she sleeps.

She’s a walking contradiction, and I can’t get enough of it.

I kiss her forehead, my heart doing this weird clench when she lets out a soft, sleepy sound and snuggles deeper into my chest.

I’m so fucked. I’ve never felt like this before.

I’m not a good man. I’ve fucked up relationships and used sex as therapy, and I’ve even let women down and used them, so I don’t know what I did to deserve Beck Danvers, but I don’t care.

I’m keeping her.

Wherever Beck Danvers goes, so will I.

I didn’t even care about the band today, something I’ve built my entire legacy on. All I cared about was saving her, and that told me everything I needed to know. For me, the industry’s selfish asshole, to care more about saving Beck than myself?

Yeah, I have to love her. It’s not something I’ve felt before, not something I could even explain, but it’s there in the little actions that I didn’t even realize I was doing. I seek her gaze in every single room we are in. I make excuses to touch her, hold her hand, and show her off. I want her to succeed, and I’m so proud of everything she does. When she can’t sleep, I worry why, and when she’s tired, I want to help.

I hated Beck Danvers when we first met, but now I can’t imagine my life without my little tornado.

A whimper fills the air over the sound of Emma Stone singing on Easy A, a movie Beck chose before she promptly fell asleep. My eyes rove over Beck, wondering if it’s her, but when it comes again, my gaze drops to Kolton. He’s moving around, his features pinched with pain.

I did some research today on trauma and how to help. I know he’s probably remembering a lot since this has brought it all back to the surface. The internet said just to be there for him and let him speak if he wants to. If he is having bad dreams, then I am supposed to wake him with something good, so I do the only thing I can think of. I grab him and turn him over, and when his eyes open, they land on Beck—his good thing.

I have no idea if I’m doing this right. I don’t have trauma the way he does, but I know when I’m struggling with my demons, I want a reason to keep fighting, to keep going, and I hope Beck can be that for me. I hope I can help without messing it up like I normally do.

“Shh, you’re okay, brother. It’s just a bad dream,” I murmur, laying my hand on his shoulder. “Go back to sleep, I’ll watch over you.”

“Thank you, Chase,” he whispers, pressing his head against Beck and inhaling her scent.

I keep my hand on him, watching over them as they sleep.

I must have fallen asleep at some point. I don’t wake from my own bad dreams, which is odd, but when I wake up, I’m warm, and something delicious is pressed against my nose.

Cracking an eye open, I get an eyeful of bright blonde hair and realize it’s Beck. All her soft curves make my morning wood even more painful. Shifting my hips, I try to escape the press of her body, not wanting to disturb her, but she digs her nails into my shoulders and presses her pussy against my thigh.

I have no choice but to lie here in both hell and heaven.

Her scent wraps around me, and her softness makes my cock throb with every shift of her body. I try reciting the alphabet and naming flowers, but none of it works. I just lie here, hard and wanting, until I finally can’t take any more, not when her lips press to my chest.

I grope her ass and haul her up, pressing my cock into her pussy, and she moans quietly.

She’s awake.

“You’ve been taunting me, haven’t you? Playing with me?” I murmur softly, not waking Kolton or Trav, who are on either side of us.

“Maybe,” she whispers, her lips curving against my chest.

“Bad fucking girl,” I murmur, rolling my hips and making her groan. Chuckling huskily, I tug her head up and bring my lips to her ear. “You want to get fucked, Beck? You’ve got your wish, but you’re going to have to be quiet, baby, or we’ll wake the other two, and I don’t plan on sharing you today.”

“Promises, promises,” she whispers, dragging her lips along my chest before she wraps them around my nipple and bites. It’s my turn to hiss as my hips tilt, pressing her hot cunt against my cock and driving me crazy. Ignoring my sleeping bandmates, I roll my girl so she’s pinned beneath me then grab her hands. I press them above her on the mattress, my eyes narrowed.

She grins up at me, and it’s a mischievous grin that tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing, her eyes flashing in challenge. “I bet I can make you make noise.”

I lick her lips, my own curving in a grin.

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