Page 45 of Ruthless Rebel

“So fucking good,” he breathes out desperately, spurring me on to jerk us faster and tighter. “Kiss me, please,” he begs, and I have never heard anything so sweet fall from his lips, and before I can oblige his mouth is on mine, swallowing down my moans.

There is no hesitation in his kisses now, they’re rough and insistent, claiming and possessive as his teeth sink into my bottom lip and suck and pull, before soothing the bite with his tongue, until I feel like I might explode. I feel him everywhere and it’s too much. It’s all too much, he’s too much, we’re too much, this is too much. The feel of my hand wrapped around us, the heat of his hard cock rubbing against my own, the weight of his lips, the sound of his pleasured sighs, the goddam sweet scent of his sweat-soaked body as it moves against me. All of it is delicious and overwhelming and pushes me into a free falling abyss of pleasure before I even realize it.

“Oh fuck, I’m coming,” I choke out, as cum bursts from my cock, coating my fingers and Ash’s length in long ropes of my pleasure, but my hand doesn’t falter, as I force myself to keep going. “Come on, Ash, come for me,” I demand against his mouth, andit sends him off like a shot.

“Fuck, fuck,” he hisses, rutting into my hand as his own orgasm bursts from his cock, mixing with mine and covering my hand and cock in a messy display of our lust, until we are both panting and breathless.

My lips are back on his without pause, claiming them as my own, only this time the kiss is slow, sensual, satisfied, and when I pull back I can’t help but drop my forehead against his and breathe him in. His eyes look clearer than they did before, but I can still see some confusion and maybe wariness in them, like he doesn’t know what to do next.

“No more running,” I find myself saying, commanding really, and to my surprise he smirks.

“How can I run when you haven’t even cleaned up your mess yet?” He muses, and it sounds so close to flirting that it nearly knocks me off my feet.

I don’t even respond as I push back a little and bring my cum-soaked hand up between us and start to lick it clean. “Is this what you want, Ash, the taste of you on my tongue again?” I ask, slowly lapping up our cum from my skin, until his eyes are darkening once more. “Do you want to hear how good you taste? How my throat aches for more?” I swirl my tongue around two of my fingers and then sink them into my mouth, repeating the same motions I did on his cock last night.

“Keep talking like that and maybe it will be me fucking you in punishment,” he drawls easily, surprising us both, and I can tell he didn’t mean that thought to pass his lips so freely, so I decide to push us back to safer territory, for now at least.

“Trust me, Ash, that wouldn’t be a punishment,” I laugh, tucking myself away, and running a hand through my wet hair, as I watch him put himself away too. “Besides, you and I are not in a fight,” I add with a shrug, not sure where we are going to go from here after what just happened between us.

Yet my words have him pausing completely. “Are you and Lincoln in a fight?” He asks, clearly no longer caring about getting involved in our relationship, I mean, I guess it’s a little late for that anyway after the last couple of days.

“No,” I snap far too quickly, and Ash just looks at me, waiting for me to continue. “Yes, I don’t know,” I tell him truthfully. “He lied to me.”

Asher is quiet at my words, looking at me thoughtfully, until he finally replies, “Lincoln Blackwell is many things, but a liar is not one of them.”

“No, instead he’s a murderer,” I clap back, both jealous and annoyed at how easily he comes to his defense, which only intensifies when Asher doesn’t look surprised in the slightest.

“So he finally told you then?” He asks, confirming what I already knew, yet still it hurts more than it should.

“Of course you knew,” I mutter under my breath, laughing humorlessly. “And I suppose you think it’s okay that he is putting himself in danger and taking innocent lives and playing judge, jury, and executioner without a thought for anyone else?”

My anger intensifies with every word, and to my surprise Asher pushes towards me until I am forced to look at him. “Lincoln has never, and would never, take an innocent life. Every person he has killed has committed more crimes than I can even bear thinking about, so while I don’t think what he is doing is safe, I do understand why he is doing it.”

My head is spinning with what he is saying, but I am still confused. Lincoln never mentioned who he was killing or why. Could I have this whole thing all wrong? “Crimes? What crimes?”

Asher now also looks confused slightly, but straightens his shoulders as he pushes to have Lincoln’s back. “The crimes the men who he killed committed, abuse, rape, murder, they might go unpunished in this world, but they don’t go unnoticed, not by him.”

Suddenly I am thrown back to the words he told me in the kitchen at my apartment, about his father, about his mother, and about him. There is no way in this world he could escape that situation without some trauma, and I must be blind and stupid to have thought he could have. We all did what we had to do in the war to protect Elle and Cassie, but who protected him? How come none of us except Ash have noticed what he is doing?

My eyes focus back on Ash, and I know he sees it, the mistake I made, the understanding I now have, and all he does is softly say, “You should go talk to him before things get crazy today.”

He’s right, because of course he is, and I just nod in agreement before turning to leave. I make it almost all the way out of the door before I turn around and storm back towards him, startling him by slamming my lips against his, and piercing him with a blistering kiss that leaves us both breathless.

“This, us, it isn’t over, so don’t you dare fucking run from it, not when I have waited so long just for a taste of it, we are just getting started, okay?” I rush the words out, imploring him to agree, and when he nods ever so sightly, I feel on top of the fucking world.

“Okay, Lo, no running,” he whispers, and I grin, kissing him again and forcing his own lips to tip up into his own version of a soft smile.

“Save me a dance later, okay? I need to go fix things with my other boyfriend now,” I muse, walking backwards towards the door.

“I’m not your boyfriend,” he tosses back, only making my grin grow wider.

“Not yet you’re not, you haven’t asked me nicely enough,” I purr, winking at him before I dip out of sight, quickly grabbing my things to head back to my room.

That’s one problem sorted this morning, now I need to go and fix the other, and something tells me it won’t be as simple as a hot as fuck double hand job.

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ELLE

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