Page 56 of A Billionaire Rebel

Her eyes flew open, and I leaned her back enough that I could latch my mouth to a tight pink nipple. I drove into her relentlessly, unable to give her respite unless she asked for it. The way she tugged with her legs, trying to pull me deeper. The wet heat of her squeezing me tighter with every stroke. The way she panted my name as if it was the only word she could still remember. All of it demanded I make her scream with pleasure before I found my own release.

I bit down, worrying at her nipple with my teeth, taking my cues from the sounds she made until I’d found her line between pain and pleasure. The muscles in my stomach clenched, and I knew I was close, but I wasn’t going to let myself go just yet. I needed her to come again.

“Jae, darlin’, please come. I need you to come. Please, baby. Just let go.”

Her back arched, and she slammed her body down to meet my thrust hard enough that I saw spots. Then she was convulsing, limbs twitching as she writhed on me. In the split second before I followed, I realized I’d forgotten a condom.

I yanked my cock out, her cry of protest barely registering as my cum splattered on the door and floor, some on the insides of her thighs. It took everything I had to prevent my knees from buckling, and I pushed her back against the door, using it to keep us both on our feet. She shuddered in my arms, clinging to me, and I pressed my face against her neck.

I’d apologize for my thoughtlessness as soon as my brain started working again. Or at least as much as it ever did when I was with her.

Thirty-One

Jae

Things had quieted down enoughthat Starla had decided it was okay for her to take a long lunch, and I was grateful for it. I loved her, but she’d been having far too much fun teasing me for smiling all the time.

I pointed out that I’d smiled before I’d met Damon, and she’d only laughed, saying that it hadn’t been the same at all. I loathed to admit it, but she was right. What I’d felt since Damon had come into my life was different than anything I’d felt before. I’d always considered myself a relatively happy individual, but now it was like I was walking on air.

Some guilt lurked in the back of my mind, scolding me for being happy when Damon’s friend had died, and his band had broken up. I refused to let it take over, though. I wasn’t happy at the expense of others, just as a result of circumstances set into motion by an awful event.

I walked through the aisles, adjusting anything that was out of place. Starla had let it get around yesterday that Damon wasn’t going to be a regular fixture at the store, and things had slowed down enough for a breather now and then. When I finished my walk-through, I went around the counter to retrieve some glass cleaner, intending to thoroughly rid every surface of fingerprints.

I set the glass cleaner down when I heard the door open and immediately wished I had a can of pepper spray handy.

Spencer.

“Looking for accessories or instruments?” I asked, forcing a polite smile.

“You might know what I’m looking for if you weren’t too good to pick up your phone.” He sauntered toward the counter. “And don’t give me some bullshit about you blocking my number. I’m not stupid enough to call you from my number.”

Anger flared. “You’re the one who’s been calling me?!”

“I just wanted to congratulate you on your new boyfriend,” he said, putting his elbows on the counter and leaning forward. “You must’ve learned to put out since we were together. Picked up a couple tricks since there’s no other way a guy like that would go for you any other way. I mean, it’s not like the guy’s lacking for accessibility of cunt.”

I curled my hands into fists. “If you’re not going to buy anything, you can leave. Or I can call the cops. Starla will be back in a bit, so we could just wait for her.”

“Not necessary.” He tried to act like he didn’t care about my threat, but I saw the flicker of concern in his eyes. Still, he didn’t leave. “What I have to say won’t take that long.”

I gritted my teeth and told myself not to slap him on principle.

“You’re going to break up with the singer.”

That startled a laugh out of me. “Like hell I am. Now, get out or I’ll call the cops.”

The smug smile that curved his mouth wasn’t exactly the response I’d been expecting.

“You’re not going to call the cops or Starla, and youaregoing to dump Damon Holden on his ass.”

Before I could tell him what he could stick uphisass, he said something that changed everything.

“Because if you don’t do whatever I tell you to do, I’ll make sure you lose one of the most important people in your life. Namely, that cute little nephew of yours.”

My jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”

He grinned, the gesture so malevelant it caused the hair to raise on my arms . “I can’t believe she kept the secret this long.” He straightened, looking far too pleased with himself. “Not long after you and I went our separate ways, Jamie came sniffing around, flirting with me, throwing herself at me.”

I started shaking my head, knowing this couldn’t be going where I thought it was.

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