Page 188 of Relentles
Hurt flickered across her face. He almost apologized, until she clenched her jaw and narrowed her eyes.
“You’re such an asshole,” she hissed, shoving him.
Caught off-guard, he stumbled back. She turned on her heel and stomped down the hall. Anger boiling in him, Diesel followed his hotheaded little sister, shoving into her room before she slammed the door in his face.
The luxury halted him in the doorway. The marble floors, ornate walls and ceiling, and crystal chandelier would’ve serveda palace well. Her old bedroom had been an explosion of pink and white. Her new room’s color scheme was pastel blue, cream, and gold. Twice the size of her other room, it was fit for a princess.
“You’re on the wrong side of my door, Diesel.”
He glared at her. “You wanted me to see your room.”
“You’ve seen it, so bye.”
He slammed the door shut.
“Asshole.”
“How about I show you a real asshole and put you over my knee?”
“After the fucking fight,” she snarled, fortunately forgetting the options she’d given him at the club on Christmas Eve.
“You’re my little sister! When will you get that through your fucking head? You’re a child! A baby!”
She stared at him, then finally nodded. The anger cleared from her face. “You’re right, Dee,” she cooed with a shit-eating grin.
Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she turned and walked to her nightstand. She clipped up her hair, then removed her earrings and watch before sitting on the edge of her bed and untying her sneakers.
She nodded toward her sofa, a few steps from where Diesel stood. “Have a seat.”
Wary of the gleam in her eyes, Diesel hesitated.
She pointed to the console near the sofa, designed in the same style as her nightstands, coffee table and bureau. “That’s a refrigerator. I’m parched. Can you get me a beer?”
He frowned. “I…a beer? You’re permitted to have alcohol in your room?”
Didn’t he know that? He thought he did, but her abrupt cooperation unsettled him.
“It wouldn’t be there if my…ourparents didn’t allow it, Dee,” she murmured sweetly. “If you’d prefer I have water, I have that, too.”
She looked the picture of innocence. Although he didn’t trust her, he decided Tabitha’s deviousness affected his judgment. If he turned his back, Rebel had no weapon to use against him. She wore a leather tuxedo thing. It wasn’t a dress, even though it looked like one in the front, but from behind it seemed as if she wore shorts. The outfit showed too much of her legs, however he saw no bulges in the snugness that hinted at a gun or a knife.
Turning, he walked across the room to the console and opened it, finding beer, water, soda, several types of cheese, grapes, and strawberries. If their parents allowed her to drink alone in her room, who was he to stop her? On the other hand, watching her drink or enjoying a beer with her, felt wrong, though he’d drank with CJ more times than he could count.
What the fuck had gotten into him? She was his little sister. His rising panic was unwarranted.
“My drink, big brother,” she drawled.
Who the fuck was he kidding? Rebel was fucking ruthless. She took no prisoners and made no apologies. Her viper’s tongue had annihilated almost everyone in their family. Diesel was nervous because she’d capitulated too fucking easy.
He grabbed two beers and slammed the door shut, suddenly feeling her nearness. Hearing her thumping heart. No, fuck,hisheart was pounding, his pulse roaring in his ears.
Her hand touched his back and he jumped.
“I’m dying of thirst,” she purred, her tone entirely too fucking grown to ease his fear.
He couldn’t face the fucking wall forever. Shoring up his courage and drawing in a deep breath, he turned and staggered back.
Before him was…Rebel. Wearing only her socks, revealing a very adult body that was criminal in its perfection. She had round tits topped by deep red nipples. Her waist was small and flat, curving into perfect hips. A strip of thick pussy fur centered the junction of her thighs, creating a nice balance. Not bald, but not overly hairy.
