Page 108 of Rebel Romeo

Each stroke of his hips is harder, faster, less controlled until he’s rucking into me with fury. I meet each thrust, grinding my hips over his cock, circling them, our skin dotted with sweat, my arousal coating us, dripping down my thighs.

Each thrust of his cock drags across my clit, pleasure building like a rope being pulled tighter and tighter, fraying at the edges. “Holden!” I cry.

“Come for me,” he demands and I’m powerless to fight it. My body clenches once more before spasming, releasing, pulsing and squeezing his cock still inside me.

“Good girl.”

His praise washes over me, fueling my orgasm and drawing it out until with one final thrust, he drives into me, frozen, buried as deep as he can go. His already rigid muscles become cement, hard and straining as his head throws back between his shoulders and he roars my name. “Katherine, fuck!”

Thick and hard, I feel the pressure inside of me as he comes.

Stars prick in my vision and I remind myself to breathe. He finds my hand, linking our fingers and pressing my threaded hands to the bed above my head. “I love you, Katherine.”

I blink, surprised, even though, maybe I shouldn’t be. I open my mouth to say it back to him, but the words catch in my throat. I do love him. But I’m still terrified to admit it, even though we both know it’s the truth.

He kisses me, relieving us both from the awkward moment, then adds. “Take your time. As much time as you need. I’m not going anywhere this time.”

And for the first time, I think I believe him.

Call me crazy, but I trust Holden.

CHAPTER THIRTY

Holden

Five years ago…

The clack of Professor McCay’s heels against the stage floor mimicked the sound of a metronome, painfully drawing out the silent seconds. “Mr. Dorsey, I’ve never suspected you might be a virgin until this very moment.”

A chuckle crept through the audience as our classmates laughed.

We only had a couple of scenes in the show we hadn’t yet worked on and this was one of them.

The sex scene.

The scene that I both dreaded and craved all at once.

Katherine and I laid together on the world’s most uncomfortable fake bed: plywood screwed together with a thin sheet of foam and a sheet stapled around it.

Somehow, we were supposed to look like we were in ecstasy, fucking each other into oblivion.

With Kate, the virgin.

A crowd of our peers watching us.

And me, the fucking head case that I was.

Everyone else in the world seemed to believe I could do this acting thing, except for me. And today? I was proving them right.

McCay’s footsteps grew farther and farther away as she walked down the stage steps and out in the theater. A creak groaned, echoing in the theater as she took a seat somewhere in the auditorium.

“Hey.” Katherine brushed my jaw with her fingertips, drawing my attention back to her. “Ignore them, Holden. Focus on me.”

On her back like she was, her golden hair fanned out behind her, staring at her was easy. She was fucking gorgeous. But with the edge of plywood cutting into my forearm as I propped my body over hers, it wasn’t easy to maintain. Especially not with the peanut gallery in the audience that kept whispering and laughing.

We were supposed to open this show in a couple weeks. A couple weeks and we hadn’t finished blocking. I still didn’t know half of my lines. And despite the intense chemistry Katherine and I had offstage, ever since we started dating, our chemistry while acting was suffering. Onstage, we became the most awkward versions of ourselves.

I had no fucking idea how this was supposed to come together.

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