Page 21 of Rebel

She raised an eyebrow, “There’s a story there, I think. But right now I want you to answer my question. Are you sober enough to not regret this in the morning?”

“I asked you to have sex with me stone-cold sober before. How can you even question if I still want to fool around with you?”

“I guess I shouldn’t question it. That would be like looking a gift horse in the mouth.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at that, as no one had ever thought of me as a gift before. I made sure the door was shut, before heading back to the bed where she was still lying where Idropped her. “So, we’ve moved out of bee analogies and are onto horse ones. Fine by me, my pretty little filly.”

She shook her head pretty hard. “No horse metaphors.”

“Are metaphors analogies? Maybe all analogies are metaphors, but not all metaphors are analogies.” What the fuck was I going on about? I get the woman of my dreams alone, and I was taking shit.

She brought her hands to the front of her vest and began popping buttons as she spoke. “You’re looking at the girl who barely passed English in high school, so let’s not get wrangled up in the dynamics of grammar.”

I pulled off my vest and ran one hand over my bare chest. “Can grammar be dynamic?”

“You’re gonna need to stop, or the skirt is staying on.”

“Wanna bet?” I said as I crawled onto the bed with her.

Chapter 9

Lacey

Hovering over me, Benny used one hand to balance himself. He used one finger on his free hand to pull the vest I’d unbuttoned off my shoulders. When he bent over and kissed my shoulder, this suddenly felt like a lot more than just the one-night stand I was expecting it to be. He was doing exactly what he grumbled under his breath about me doing, getting feelings involved.

I liked how he didn’t immediately try to put his dick in my face or try to get me to touch him. I knew it wasn’t due to lack of arousal because of the thick bulge in his pants. This was what an honorable man looked like in the wild and I was loving every second of it. Also, this man was clearly packing some serious heat behind that zipper.

He stroked the back of his finger down my neck, sending shivers down my spine and causing my nipples to get hard. For some reason, although I was here to get pleasured by him, the fact that he could turn me on with so little effort embarrassed me. I couldn’t help but wonder if something like that would make me seem easy in his eyes.

When his hand moved to flip back the other side of my vest, it slid down my arms. “You can change your mind about this anytime. Just tell me to stop. I’ll stop no matter how far we’ve gone.”

“That’s real sweet of you,” I stammered, trying to get my arousal under control.

Benny—or Rebel as I should probably start thinking of him as now—tilted my chin up to look into my eyes. “No. That’s not me being sweet. That’s the bare minimum you should expect from any man you’re allowing to see your beautiful naked body.”

I jerked my chin out of his hand and frowned at him. “Yeah, of course I know that. I was just trying to be polite. Why do you always have to get weird?”

Rebel pushed up off the bed with both hands. “Well, that fucking went bad pretty damn fast.” Stabbing one finger in my direction, he added, “And it wasn’t my fault this time.”

I grabbed his finger and pulled him back down. “Don’t know where you think you’re going. Your queen hasn’t even been serviced once, and you made promises to her.” Before he had a chance to argue, my hand dropped down to the front of his pants, and I tugged him closer.

When he landed back in position on one hand, he shook his head. “There’s something strange going on with you. You’re the one and only woman who’s ever still wanted to fool around after I pissed them off.”

“Socially awkward people like us, need a three-strikes and you’re out rule. The way I see it, you’ve got two more strikes.” I gave him my most brilliant smile to take the sting out of calling him socially awkward.

“Goddammit, I never thought I’d meet a woman who’s too cute and fun to say no to, but here you are in the flesh.”

“Yeah, I’m all kinds of fun in bed. Better not pass up your opportunity to have sex with me while you can,” I joked.

“Nice try. We’re not having sex. We’re fooling around and I’m giving you tons of orgasms.”

“I’m still game for that plan. You can’t blame a girl for trying.”

His hand reached round to slide the zipper on my skirt down. “Trust me, no woman leaves my bed without having her fill.”

Even though that did nothing to make me feel special, I soldiered on. Rebel was odd, quirky, and argumentative, but I was still all kinds of attracted to him and wanted this one-night stand to work out for us both. That’s why my whole body lit up when he slid my skirt off and gazed down at my black lace panties. When I moved my legs, I could tell that I was drenched purely from being kissed and touched by him.

It felt like some kind of rebound effect. I tried so hard to keep him at arm’s length and convince myself that I wasn’t seriously attracted to him, that I had tons of repressed sexual need. Now that I’d opened that door, my desire for him had doubled and then tripled seemingly all at once. I didn’t know what to make of this situation. For once in my life, I was winging it.

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