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Jace growls and stalks forward, his whole body taut and bristling. Like a giant, angry dog he’s laser-focused on Jefferson.

I shake my head and leap forward, snagging his arm and jerking him back. Or trying to. It’s the equivalent of a chihuahua trying to stop a chevy truck.

But he stops and glares at Jefferson over my head when I jump in front of him. “Get your sniveling ass home to your daddy,” he snaps, his jaw taut, his big body vibrating with rage. His teal eyes narrow and he points at him. “You’re not gonna get what you want, buddy.”

Jefferson appears to finally find his common sense because he turns around and jogs off without a backward glance.

I drop my head to Jace’s chest without even thinking about it. The scent of man and spice assaults my nose, and I groan under my breath. The heat of his body sears my cheek, and I jerk backwards so fast I almost fall on my ass.

But Jace wraps his arms around me and holds tight. I freeze and my eyes lift to his. The rage and desire in his teal blue eyes burn me like kerosene catching fire.

“I didn’t believe it until now but those meddlers are right. You need help, Reb. And God help me, I’m gonna fix this the only way I know how.”

His head dips and his warm, soft lips find mine, stealing my breath.

SEVEN

Jace

Her mouth tasteslike sweet sin and heaven all wrapped up in one. She moves closer to me, and her small hands wrap up in my T-shirt, fisting tight as if she’s afraid I’ll let her go.

That’s not happening. As soon as I saw the fucker and heard him talking his shit to Rebel, I wanted to punch him right in his fucking smug mouth. He didn’t have the right to touch Rebel. She is mine! She’s always been mine; she will always be mine. No matter how mad at me she gets, I’ll never forget those three little words again.

Rebel is mine.

And I’ll pound the next fucker her dad pushes to take her from me.

The only thing I can think of to help her out of her current situation, which seems like it’s coming to a head thanks to her dad’s stubbornness, is to finally claim her.

I lift my head and her hazy cinnamon eyes open, staring at me. Her plump pink lips hang open. My lips quirk up.

“Don’t tell me that I finally managed to get you to hush up!”

Her peachy cheeks flush bright pink and she stomps one booted foot down on mine. I jerk away, laughing, howling and hopping on one foot.

“You’re an ass, Jace Carter,” she mutters, flushed and spitting fire. Lord, she’s gorgeous like this. Her rusty red curls fly around her like living flames. Her sweet floral scent wraps around me, my dick’s jerking in my jeans like a dog after a bone.

“I may be. However, I’m an ass that has a solution to your problem. I just hope that you’ll actually listen to my plan instead of just saying no right away and getting yourself kidnapped by the next dick that your dad pushes into marrying you.”

She crosses her arms over her chest, and it takes a massive amount of control to keep my eyes from drifting down to drink in the sight of her soft mounds pressed up like she’s offering them on a platter.

I want that platter. I want my mouth on those soft mounds, tasting her sweet skin, licking her until she comes just from me playing with her pretty tits.

I want to wrap my whole body around her and just destroy her until she’s screaming my name and writhing, her pretty face flushed and her body quivering in ecstasy.

Her booted foot taps as she clears her throat, flushing even brighter pink. “I don’t know which thing terrifies me more. My father and his crazy ideas on my life or your crazy ideas about my life.”

“It’s one crazy idea and I guarantee I’m a better option than that guy,” I huff, angry all over again. She thinks that I’m worse than that guy?

“Alright. Just let me finish before you start losing your mind.”

She nods jerkily but I have no illusions that she’ll keep quiet the whole time.

She’s gonna go crazy and I guarantee that I’ll find it cute as hell and she’ll have my dick hard as a rock immediately. But she’s not gonna make it easy.

I take a deep breath. “Okay. Here’s my plan. We get your shit together along with mine and I’ll get us a plane to get the hell out of here and out to Vegas. And then I’ll marry you.” I hold up my hand as she opens her mouth, her eyes wide and shocked. “Nope! Just wait. Think of me what you will, Reb, but I don’t want to hurt you, and I’d still do everything in my power to help you. Hell, I missed you the entire time I was gone! The only reason I stayed away was because I thought it was best for you.”

“Don’t try and tell me what’s best for me,” she growls under her breath, her body rigid.