Page 41 of Rebel

He tossed his bottle to the side, and I heard it land in the wastepaper basket. “I’d say that I’m all-in,” he told me in a low, seductive voice.

When he pulled me onto his lap, I was all-in as well. He pulled me closer, and I put my head on his chest. His hand automatically began rubbing up and down my back in a soothing motion.

“This feels really nice,” I murmured.

“Yeah, this is all I need to be a happy man.”

I smiled against his chest. “You also need your club and your gran.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “But you’re the one I’ve been thinking might slot nicely into my life. We have a lot in common. You like orgasms. I like giving orgasms. It’s a win-win situation if you think about it.”

I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped my lips. “You make having sex with me seem like your good deed for the night. I’m pretty sure you like having orgasms too. Your refractory period is too short for me to believe otherwise.”

He chuckled, “Look at you using big words that your big dumb biker can’t understand.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You’re far from being dumb. You’ve been in the military and ended up a master electrician who can build a kick ass house from shipping containers. I’m just a woman who did an accountancy degree and learned how to run an office from my parents. I’m a one-trick pony.”

He lifted my chin and tilted my head back to look deeply into my eyes. “You’re not just any one thing, Lacey. You’re an amazing woman who can do all the things necessary to run a successful business. You’re a loving daughter, you’ve got great friends who really care about you, and in the time we’ve known one another I can’t imagine my life without you. I don’t like hearing you talk down about yourself.”

“You’re right,” I told him. “We’re both pretty amazing people. There is no shame in admitting that to ourselves.”

“That’s my girl,” he said warmly. “I learned a long time ago that if I didn’t believe in myself, no one else would.”

“Does admitting we’re both pretty amazing earn me any kisses?”

A smile lit up his face. “You don’t have to earn kisses from me. I’ll give them to you gladly, because I love you.”

When my eyes flew open at his admission of love, he added, “I know I’m probably a fool for falling for you so fast, so don’t feel like you have to say it back or anything.”

I slid both hands up to cup his face. “I don’t think it’s a big secret for anyone but you that I’m falling hard and fast for you.”

“Is that a fact?” he asked. When he opened his mouth again to add something flippant, like he always did, I put my hand over his mouth.

“Don’t say anything to spoil this moment. Sometimes I think you use bad jokes to cover the vulnerability of saying how you feel out loud.”

After a short thoughtful pause, he responded, “I think you might be right about that.”

He was being vulnerable and emotionally honest again. It made all the feeling blooming in my chest double and then triple. I told him softly, “You don’t need to do that. It’s okay to be vulnerable with someone you love and trust.”

“Well, to be honest, I’ve never had that before. Instead of meaningful relationships it was always women who liked to hook up with military men, and then club girls who probably saw me as a consolation prize as I wasn’t patched in.”

“Speaking of patching in, you owe me two whole days in your property cut.”

“I know you lost the bet, but I thought you didn’t believe in property cuts.”

I had a hard time keeping the smirk off my face. “You think I lost that bet?”

“You did,” he deadpanned back. “I remember that bet well.”

“I got to come all over your magnificent cock and my reward is getting to wear your property cut. In my opinion, neither of those things make me a loser.”

His face lit up. “Keep saying sexy shit like that to me and I’ll superglue my fucking property cut to your body. I’ll make sure you don’t ever get out of it no matter how hard you squirm or how much you complain.”

I pulled him close, and right before our lips touched I murmured, “Who’s complaining? Certainly not me.”

I could tell all this talk about wearing his property cut was turning him on because his hand immediately started roaming all over my body and his kisses were brutally efficient at turning me on.

When I shoved him back, he didn’t want to go. His eyes followed me as I slid to the floor between his legs and reached for his zipper. His hands came to cover mine. “You planning to suck my magnificent cock, sweetness?”

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