Page 66 of Redeeming Rabbit

His face twisted in anger, but I could tell it wasn’t directed at me. “Have you ever considered maybe I ain’t worth the fight? Soldiers….Menrun into battle. You were in danger, and I fucking fled and hid. I’m a goddamn coward, Poe. There’s no fixing that.”

Now, we were getting somewhere. I rewarded his vulnerability by squeezing his cock. He swore and bowed his head.

“Look at me,” I said.

His tortured gaze met mine. Though they were still brimming with self-loathing, now something else exuded from his baby blues. Determination. And the man didn’t believe he was worth fighting for. Silly fool.

“You’re belittling my man, and I don’t like it. You’re no coward, Roger. A coward doesn’t face his fears. You did, and you did it on your own. Imagine how much more you can accomplish with access to resources.” Maintaining eye contact, I stroked him until his hips started to rock. “I bet you’ll take over the world. You’ll gift it to me, and I’ll let you rule beside me.”

“What about you? Don’t you think you also might be a tad fucked in the head?”

“Most definitely.” He’d have to do better than that to throw me off my game. I owned my shit. “I have abandonment issues like a motherfucker and probably should find a decent therapist. Look, Roger, we both know you won’t be able to stay away from me.” I licked his neck before lowering to circle his nipples with my tongue. “You’ll talk to Sage, and then you’ll come to me…” I slowly wiggled to my knees, bringing my mouth millimeters from his cock.

He sucked in a breath, growing impossibly harder.

“And when you do, I’ll give you the best blowjob of your life.” I licked the head.

He moaned.

Having given only a handful of blowjobs previously, I may have been stretching my resume a bit. Rabbit would doubtlessly give me unlimited chances to perfect the skill. Unable to stop myself from teasing us both some more, I slid my mouth over the head of his cock, swirling my tongue around his slit. Pulling my mouth off with a pop, I looked up at him through my lashes. “Talk to Sage.”

Rabbit swore. Loudly. “This is sexual blackmail.”

Grinning, I stood and put on a show, slowly sliding into my dress and shoes before closing the distance between us. I loved that my heels made us almost the same height. It made it easier to see the desire burning in his eyes.

Good. He wouldn’t make it a week.

“Yes, it is. I’m fighting for you now, and I fight dirty. Cowards lack the courage to ask for help. You… you’re no coward, Roger. Don’t make me wait too long.”

I kissed his nose. Then, ignoring his dumfounded expression, I turned and walked out the door.

22

Rabbit

Someone kept hammering on my skull.

I’d been ignoring the relentless pounding for what had to be an eternity, but it wouldn’t let up. Stuffing my pillow over my head, I grumbled, “Go away.”

“Rabbit! Goddammit, your ass better not be dead in there!”

Wasp was an annoyingly persistent motherfucker, just like his name implied. He could have gotten my room key from Link, but the muscle-bound idiot seemed determined to damage club property instead. And unfortunately, I was in the stage of whiskey-drowning my sorrows where every sound pierced my brain.

“I’m alive. Go away.”

“I’m not going the fuck away. Answer this goddamn door before I bust it down.”

His abuse of my door—and consequently my head—continued. Knowing I had no choice but to surrender, I dragged my ass from my bed, holding my throbbing temples in my hands, and unlocked the door. It swung open, and I wobbled out of the way, widening my stance to keep from tipping over.

“Jesus!” Wasp threw his hands up between us, fingers splayed to avoid seeing my nudity. “Put some pants on. Nobody wants to see your fucking business, man.”

A glance at the suit pants lying on my couch conjured up memories that stabbed my chest like shards of glass. No way was I putting those back on. Ever. Fuck Wasp. He could cope or go away. Frankly, I’d prefer the latter. “Nah, I’m good. If the sight of me offends your delicate sensibilities, don’t let the door hit you in the ass. It’s not like I invited you.”

His eyes narrowed. “You’re fucking drunk? Are you kidding me right now?”

The room was spinning, so I staggered backward and plopped my ass down on the foot of my bed. “I’m too damn sober for this conversation, I assure you.” Sadly, the bottle of whiskey I was working on was on the nightstand, which might as well have been on the other side of the planet. Besides, as I squinted at it, willing it to come to me, it didn’t appear to hold more than a swallow or two.

Wasp stepped into the room and grimaced, fanning his face. “Holy shit, it’s rank in here. Open your window and air it out.”

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