Page 20 of Tempted to Rebel

She pulls my t-shirt over my head, trapping it across the top of my shoulders. My leather jacket’s lost in the floorboard, long forgotten, and I suddenly wish she were wearing it. As beautiful as she is naked, she’d be downrightstunningwith my leather slapping her tits as she bounces up and down on my cock.

I swallow hard. “Ready when you are, beautiful.”

She surprises me with a kiss, dragging my bottom lip between her teeth and pulling a groan from my chest. She flicks her tongue against my snakebite, playing with it before slipping her tongue inside my mouth. The heat from her body spreads like a fever, overtaking me in one quick rush that leaves me trembling. She fists my hair and tugs, shooting both pain and pleasure down my spine, where it settles between my thighs. I flex my hips and plant my feet on the dashboard, determined to let her lead.

I’m so glad that I came once already, because as soon as her slick pussy touches my cock, I’m a fucking goner.

Groaning, I throw my head back while she grinds on my shaft, rocking her hips back and forth in a slow, delicious torturethat makes my balls tingle. I know I’m hitting her clit. My dick piercing doubles as a clit-magnet, an extra pressure point that drives women wild on top. I bite my lip and watch my woman unravel, a beautiful queen claiming her king for the first time. She’s taking these little gasps of air every time she surges forward, her hands pushing my shoulders down, keeping me still as she takes her pleasure.

A shadow crosses in front of the windshield, and in the next instant, the driver’s side door unlocks with aclick.It pops open and a man steps inside, the crisp lines of his suit making me roll my eyes. As soon as my older brother comes into full view, the vein in his neck throbbing as much as my goddamn cock, I curse his fucking name. “Goddamn it, Rage, get the hell out!”

He must have followed us. Woken up and stepped outside his bedroom to find Celia and me both gone, went ballistic, and tracked us down. I glance at the heart-shaped collar on Celia’s neck and grit my teeth. I bet the fucker put a tracker inside. Part of me respects it, but the other part is fucking annoyed. This is supposed to bemytime with Celia, and hehasto show up and ruin it. Fucking typical.

Rage tosses the spare car keys onto the dash without looking, staring intently at Celia instead, keeping his composure as long as we don’t count how hard he white-knuckles the steering wheel. When Celia freezes in place, he bares his teeth like a wolf. “Keep going.”

She cups her tits in her hands and shakes her head. “Get out!”

Rage grinds his teeth. “No.”

They glare at each other, and once again, it’s up to me to fix this shit. “Baby, look at me.” I thrust my hips, loving the way her eyelashes flutter as I press my cock between her swollen lips. I rock forward, bumping her clit with the tip of my dick, and her mouth parts in a prettyO.“That’s it, pretty girl. Feel how wet you are. Touch yourself. Doesn’t that feel good?”

Biting her lip, she gives Rage a cursory glance before reaching between her thighs and pressing her fingertips to her clit, shuddering as I punch my hips forward again. We both lose ourselves in these little thrusts, our soft breaths mingling in the air as she swirls her fingertips around her clit and I brush the tip of my cock against them. Her rosy nipples darken, begging to be plucked. I glance over at Rage, who hasn’t moved a fucking inch. “Can he touch your tits, baby?”

Her gorgeous hazel eyes flick toward Rage. She grinds down harder, slipping an inch of my cock inside her slick heat. I clench my entire body for ever-loving Heaven and Hell. If she’s going to wage war against Rage with my body as a weapon,holy fucking shit,I might be the luckiest man alive.

“No,” she sighs, lifting her hips so that we can all see my cock glistening from her desire. “He can watch.”

She sinks down and makes this high-pitched littleah!sound when she bottoms out, her thighs quivering as she feels how deep I am, howfucking goneI am, already twitching like crazy inside of her. My muscles convulse from the strain of tensing them for so long, and I cry out when she rocks her hips, sucking my cock deeper. Slowly, she rides me, puffing warm breaths over the top of my head and using my shoulders as an anchor point to keep herself steady. I moan for her every time she grinds her hips, and she drinks in the sound of my voice like an addict, her eyes sparkling like fucking diamonds.

It doesn’t take long for her to pick up the pace. Our bodies fit together perfectly, the wet glide of her pussy fuckingHeaven, and as the sun rises over the city, a pink halo of light surrounds her body in ethereal beauty. As the seconds tick by and the strawberry sunrise bleeds through the fogged windows, I can count the freckles dotting her shoulders, taste the desire on her tongue when she devours my lips, and catch the glint of gold from the heart tag kissing her throat. She leans back and moansso loudly that it reverberates in the air. Two pumps—up and down—and I’m busting my nut. “F-fuck,” I pant, jerking my hips up. Her body invites me inside, warm and wet and so goddamn perfect.

Celia grinds downhard, clawing my knees as she takes my load as deep as she can. Then she lifts her hips and rubs my dick against the front walls of her pussy, bouncing with reckless abandon as she chases her release, a chorus of moans andyesyesyesspilling past her lips. She holds her breath as she comes, her face burning bright red and her thighs quivering.

I spill another rope of cum inside of her, moaning loud enough to get Rage’s attention. I finally spare my brother a glance, and he’s wound up tight. Somehow, he’s spread his thighs wide enough to lay his knee on top of the middle console, his thick cock in his hand as he chokes it to death. His eyes are pitch black, their pupils so blown that he looks like a demon ready to devour its chosen victim.

To my surprise, even as Celia is lost to her pleasure and unable to fight back, he doesn’t touch her. Doesn’t even try. Teeth clenched, he grabs his cock and jerks it in short, rough strokes that would make me cringe if I weren’t buried inside our woman. My body and soul are in pure bliss, and even Rage’s flaring temper and stupid games won’t bring me down.

He doesn’t come, growling with frustration as he witnesses how beautiful our girl is when she wants to be touched—to beloved—byme, not by him.

I bury my grin in Celia’s hair as she crashes against my chest. Her body is hot to the touch, and I crave every inch of her warm skin against mine. I wrap my arms around her and hold her close, reveling in the frantic drum of her heartbeat and the way her soft lips feel on my neck. I don’t want to ruin the moment, butholy fucking shit, this was worth the goddamn wait. I can’tstop smiling like some lucky idiot, and I close my eyes to revel in this perfect moment.

“Thank you,” Celia murmurs, wrapping her arms around my neck, “for everything. Tonight’s been…” Her lips curve into a small smile. “Good for me.”

The driver’s side door snaps open and slams back shut, my brother having seen enough.

And, honestly?

After all the bullshit he’s put Celia through, he can go jerk off his pathetic rage-boner over the side of a cliff.

Right now, in this perfect moment, Celia’s all mine.

I’m not wasting a damn second.

Chapter 7

Ruin

Rage keepshis emotions locked inside of an impenetrable box. Its lid is strong, made from layer upon layer of fury and frustration that he condenses down to its most dense form, which then slides securely over the rim and keeps every other human emotion locked up tight. It’s why I was surprised that he formed an attachment to Celia so quickly after finding her, but that involved strategy, not just emotion.

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