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I swallow hard. “You wouldn’t be anywhere tobearrested, that’s the right answer.”
“No, it’s a chickening out on answering.”
“I wanna handcuff you to my bed if that helps.”
“Don’t try to distract me with that image.” She presses against me, and my already hard dick twitches.
“I’ll do what I have to do, but I would never put you in danger,” I say. “So if that means getting you out of a situation so you don’t get arrested, then the answer is yes.”
“Isn’t that considered coercion?”
“Yes, but it’s coercion against someone that may harm you, so that doesn’t count against me.”
She chuckles. “Do you just make up your own rules?”
“When it comes to you, I do, yes,” I breathe in the scent of her hair, wrapping my arms around her as I pull her closer into a backwards hug. “I care about you, baby girl. I don’t like that you’re roped into all of this mess any more than I like the idea of you wearing that cut.”
“Well, get used to it because that cut is etched into my soul.”
Those are big words, and that makes me understand more and more that Stella is a Rebel by blood, and by heart. There will be no changing that, no matter what happens.
“Dramatic much?” I lean back and trace her tattoo with my finger. If it weren’t the Rebels’ skull, I’d admit it was a work of art. The line detailing is like nothing I’ve ever seen, and the shading is second to none.
“You like it, don’t you?” she says after a few moments.
“I like touching you, if that’s what you mean.”
“You came on it only a few nights ago.”
“That’s because I was in the throes of passion,” I tell her. “It’s not like I could help it with you bending over in the shower.”
She turns her head to refute that, but I capture her mouth instead. Slowly, sensually, I kiss her and let her know exactly how this night is gonna end with my tongue. When she pulls back, she’s breathless. “Is that your stiff member I feel against my ass?”
“I certainly hope so, or we have a problem,” I mutter against her lips.
“So, we’re agreeing to disagree about sharing information?”
“If you’re trying your chances while my tongue is down your throat, better luck next time.” I kiss her chastely. “And rubbing your ass against me won’t win you any favors.”
“None?” she whispers sweetly.
I shake my head.
“Not even when I do this?” She reaches around and slides her palm over my length. I hiss at the contact.
I shake my head, but grit my teeth while doing it.
“What if I told you I went on birth control?”
I swallow hard. “You did?”
“Maybe.”
“And you’re telling me this now after I just used a condom?” I rub my nose against hers.
“Sorry, I was kinda lost in the moment. It sure feels better when there’s no condom.”
I cup her face. “While that may be true, that doesn’t mean you have to do it, Stell. I’m fine using them.”
