Page 11 of Rebel
Bolt spotted Ryder as soon as he walked out of Savage Hell. “Shit,” he grumbled more to himself than to Rebel. “They were waiting on us to get out of here. I guess Ryder is finished waiting.” He nodded over to him as Ryder made his way acrossthe lot to Bolt’s truck. Judging by the scowl on his face, he wasn’t happy at all about having to hunt either of them down.
“Oh, my God,” she whispered. “Do you think that he knows what we were doing out here?” She grabbed her shirt and tugged it over her head, covering her bare breasts, and damn if a part of him didn’t feel like pouting.
“I’m pretty sure that the whole damn place knows what we were doing out here, Rebel,” he said. He pulled her against his body and kissed her, not bothering to answer the knock on the window. When he finally finished kissing her, he rolled down the window and smiled at Ryder, who didn’t return the gesture.
“We need to head out,” Ryder ordered. “What’s taking so long?” He tried to look around Bolt at Rebel, and he covered her with his body.
“We’ll be there in a minute. Are we riding with you?” he asked. He knew that the plan was to leave his truck at Savage Heat in case Rebel’s stalker came around looking for her. He really was the least of their problems with the Dead Rabbits tracking them down, too. But he wanted to be as careful as possible when it came to keeping her safe. It had begun as a promise to his friend, but now, it was so much more. He was falling for his best friend’s sister, and if that wasn’t going to get him an ass kicking from Jace, he didn’t know what would.
“Yeah, so get your clothes on and meet me at the SUV in two minutes,” Ryder ordered. He didn’t bother to stand around waiting for them to agree with his orders. He walked over to the SUV, where Banshee and Savage were waiting for them, and Bolt quickly rolled up his window.
“Well, that was uncomfortable,” she whispered.
“Don’t let him bother you,” Bolt said. “He’s just grumpy that he has to work tonight instead of going home to his woman. But as our club’s pilot, he sometimes gets the short end of the stick.”Bolt quickly pulled on his clothes and helped Rebel to do the same.
“Are we good?” he asked, not sure if he should ask or not.
“We’re more than good,” she said, flashing him her sexy smile. He wasn’t sure what it was about the woman that made him feel so off kilter, but he did around her. Wanting her and not being able to have her took its toll on him, and now, he was going to have to find a way to tell Jace that he slept with Rebel. He owed his friend the truth, even if it might end up with him getting his ass kicked.
He got out of the truck and grabbed both of their bags from the back seat, turning to hold out his free hand to Rebel. “Ready?” he asked.
“No,” she said. “I’m still pissed off that I don’t get a say in this,” she admitted. He knew that, but he was hoping that sex would help to sate her anger a bit. Judging from the fact that she was willingly walking with him to Ryder’s waiting SUV, he knew it probably had.
“How about I promise to include you in all our other decisions. He kind of liked thinking of them as a partnership, but he was sure that Jace wouldn’t be too fond of it.
“What about my brother?” she asked. “Will I be allowed to talk to him when he calls again?” She raised her chin as though challenging him to deny her the right to talk to her brother.
“Yes,” he breathed, “but first I need to tell Jace about us,” he admitted.
She stilled, her hand still in his. “Wait—us,” she said. “There is no us, Bolt, so there is nothing to tell Jace.”
He tugged her against his body and kissed her again, noting the way that she melted into him. “Oh, honey,” he breathed against her lips, “there is most definitely an us.”
“Would you two give it a rest and get in the fucking SUV?” Ryder asked, holding the back door open. Banshee and Savagewere watching them, both smiling like loons, and Bolt couldn’t help but do the same. In fact, he had smiled more since picking up Rebel from the police station than he had in a damn long time, and that only drove home the point that he needed to come clean with Rebel and tell her about his past. She had told him everything about hers, and he owed her the same courtesy.
“Come on, I’ll tell you about my past if you’re a good girl and get into Ryder’s SUV—you know, before his head explodes,” Bolt teased.
She giggled and nodded. “You have a deal,” she agreed, sliding into the backseat. She slid over, and he got in next to her as Savage peeked his head into the SUV.
“Be careful, and check in once a day,” he ordered.
“When you get back to town, Rebel, I’d love to have you come on in and hang out with the Harlots. We’re always looking for new members.” Bolt watched as she shyly nodded at Banshee, and Savage shut the door. He wondered if Rebel would take her up on her offer to hang out with the Harlots. Would that keep her in town longer? God, he hoped so because there was no way that he was going to willingly let her go—not now that he had finally tasted what he had denied himself out of duty to his friend. No, he wanted to keep her around—forever if she’d allow it.****
Bolt held onto the seat’s armrest for dear life, as though letting go would stop the plane from taking off. He hated flying. Hell, if he never had to step foot on a plane again, he’d be just fine with that.
“You okay?” Rebel asked as though picking up on his anxiety.
“I will be just as soon as we land,” he grumbled.
Rebel’s giggle filled the small cabin. “You’re afraid of flying?” she asked. He wasn’t afraid of anything, once upon a time. No, he was an Army Ranger, and flying was part of the job. Hell, he used to love flying, and jumping out of planes was a thrill. Butsince the accident that ended his military career, and losing his brothers, he fucking hated flying.
“I guess you could say that I’m not a fan of flying,” he breathed, still white knuckling the armrest. “Not anymore.”
“What happened to make you hate flying?” she asked. That was the very last thing that he wanted to talk about while they were in the air, but he knew Rebel well enough now to know that once she asked a question, she expected an answer.
“I was in an accident,” he admitted, hoping that would be enough information for her.
“Oh God,” she said. “Were you in a plane crash?” Rebel grabbed the armrest, and he hated the panicked look on her face.
