Page 65 of Rebel

“If that’s what you thought, you don’t know me very well either,” she told me, with a grin. “All I want is you and I’ll take you any way I can get you.”

Giving her a tight squeeze, I asked, “Are you ready for us to have our own little celebration?”

“I’d love that,” she said enthusiastically. “We both deserve to kick back and relax after everything we’ve been through, especially you after spending three days straight in jail.”

Zoe had slipped off with Storm, and Celt had carried Grace upstairs to his old room. It seemed like I wasn’t the only man who preferred his woman over the party brewing in the club’s bar. It made me smile, that I had so much in common with the brothers I was growing closer to over the last few days. The Dark Slayers didn’t stand on ceremony. We were all equal here. That meant close friendships were forged between brothers with things in common, rather than us being meatheads always trying to cozy up with the club officers. Storm would never tolerate that kind of brown nosing. Besides, he was hard man to get used to. Zoe once called him an acquired taste, and that made him laugh.

Taking my Lacey to the room we had shared before my arrest felt like coming home. The only thing better than this would have been taking her to my place where I wouldn’t have to worry about anyone knocking on my door, or anything popping off.

I tossed her onto the bed, and she looked up at me with adoring eyes and said, “I really missed you, babe.”

I began getting undressed, eager to get a shower and have my fill of her. “Same here. You were all I thought about, night and day for three whole fucking days.”

She got off the bed and helped me out of my clothes. “You know what they say about missing what you don’t have?”

“Yeah, until now I never believed all that absence makes the heart grow fonder crap.”

“But now, you’re a born again believer, right?”

Fisting my hand in her hair, I pulled her head back and looked into her eyes. “You better well believe it, doing without you, made a hard and fast believer out of me.” Before she could speak, I kissed her like I had the right.

My beautiful Lacey looped her arms around my neck and held on, kissing me like her life depended on it. That freed up my hand to begin ripping her clothing off. Not literally ripping but getting pretty damn close. Lacey didn’t seem to notice, much less complain. Not even when I scooped her off her feet and carried her to the shower.

The minute we were inside, I was kissing her again. A surge of pure lust coursed through my body when her soapy hands landed on my cock. It was just what I needed to feel close to her again. Something about tangling tongues with Lacey left me breathless and loving on her hard.

I came all over her beautiful body and carefully washed her off before we tumbled into bed, happy to be together once again. Everything about being with Lacey was such a joy. That wasprobably why I couldn’t keep my lips, hands, or mouth off her to save my life. By the time I’d finished kissing her, trailing kisses down her breasts, and sucking her nipples, she was practically begging for my cock.

And I was dying to give it to her. Finally sinking home after being in the lockup for days. She was tight and warm and welcoming. Unfortunately, I needed something a little fiercer than missionary, so I flipped her over and shoved her front against the headboard. “Hold on,” I murmured before I held up one of her legs and thrusted deep inside her welcoming heat.

Her little sounds of pleasure as I fucked her were all I needed to keep my libido going for hours. Unfortunately, my Lacey wasn’t as good at holding out as I was. She came screaming my name and hung onto the headboard as I railed her over and over again, forcing her to come again all over my cock. When she slumped back against my chest, I knew it was time to go easy on her.

I turned her over, laying her down so her head was at the foot of the bed and positioned myself over her. “How are you holding up?” I whispered in her ear.

She moaned in response.

Running one hand down between her legs, I told her, “You’re still drenched for me. Do you want more of my cock or do you need to rest?”

Her head came up and she said, “No. I don’t want to rest, I can take more.”

Cupping her chin with one hand I turned her head to look at me. “I don’t care if you can take me. What I want to know is ifyou actively still want my cock. It’s no fun for me if you’re not enjoying it too.”

She shook her chin from my hand and gave me annoyed look. “I want more sex with you. Don’t stop.”

I grinned down at her, “That was clear enough, baby. When you’ve had enough, just tell me to fuck off in no uncertain terms. I promise, I won’t get mad.”

“Less talking and more sex,” she murmured.

If she was up for more of my cock, I was gonna go for broke and make sure it was such a pleasurable experience that she never regretted it. Since I was already out of bed, I scooped her up and took her against the door of the room and then the wall. Every time she cried out my name, I fantasized that she was laying claim to me in her own way. It felt great, so much so, that she had to tell me when she’d had enough. I eased up and cupped her face in my hands so I could fawn all over her.

“You are the most precious thing in my world, and I hope you never forget that, even for a second.”

Her face lit up, “God, you say the nicest things. It makes me feel wanted and loved.”

“You are wanted and loved. I can’t imagine being with anyone other than you, Lacey. You’ve quickly become my everything. I love you.”

“I love you too Rebel,” she said, her eyes glistening in the dim light of my room.

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