Page 67 of Heart of a Rebel

I almost come all over her stomach with that one sentence but manage to thrust into her instead. Hard enough to make her scream as I stretch her tight pussy. I’m not sure if it’s me or her who needs it more as I thrust inside her, but she makes me want to fuck her until I own everything I’ve been denying myself.

Her soft body clenches and softens at the same time. She’s warm and tight and I might black out from the feeling alone.

Nothing in my life has felt like she does. Like fucking paradise I don’t deserve. In my hands, she might as well be liquid trying to slip away, and I’m spreading as wide as possible to contain her.

Eloise moves her hips to meet my pace, and I’m pretty sure I’m coming apart for good as I take her bare and claim every inch of her body.

But that’s not what scares me. It’s the thunder in my chest. Echoing as it gets louder. A storm brewing in the air. Chaos where the past meets the future.

Eloise moans and her breath quickens. And as my body feeds on her reaction, I pick up speed. Slipping a hand up to cup her full breast, while fisting the hair at the back of her head in my other hand. I tug and her whole body arches against me. Slamming in, needing every piece.

I’d like to be gentle for her sake, but she makes me want to possess her. And the way she moans in pleasure the harder I thrust only drives me to do it more.

I’m going to fuck her until it breaks us both apart. I’m going to shatter us until we’re the only ones who know how to put each other back together.

A scream rips from her throat as I spill myself into her, thrusting us to the edge of pleasure and pain.

It’s selfish how whole I feel as I lift up and look her in the eyes. How her arms might as well be holding me together. It’s dangerous how fast my heart races to try to meet the smile that crosses her face.

Because I need to keep her safe, and I’m so far under with this girl I’m not sure I’m capable anymore.

24

Eloise

Screamswellupasthe set ends. Thousands of teary fans beg us from the depths of their lungs.

They need us.

After all this time it’s still unreal to walk off the stage and leave them wanting. Always craving more no matter how much we give them.

Adrian’s eyes find me around Noah’s shoulder and the faintest smirk ticks up in the corner of his mouth before he looks away. He’s mastered the art of pretending these moments between us don’t exist, but I feel them loud inside my chest.

We haven’t discussed what we’re doing or said anything to the band about what’s happened. The last thing either of us wants is for the guys to worry about things turning messy. And at the end of the day, Adrian is still our band manager. Crossing the line with him didn’t change that. It just made things more complicated.

I try to tell myself not to get too attached, to not think beyond this moment, but I can’t seem to help it. Adrian’s eyes sneaking in my direction force all the possibilities to stretch between us. One glance throws more ideas into my head than I should allow.

Hope I’d given up on until this man pulled it out of me. And while I know I should try to keep this casual, all I can do is wonder who I am to him.

In public, he keeps his distance and remains professional. He acts as if things haven’t drastically changed between us. And as much as I respect Adrian for his calm and collected actions, sometimes I wish he’d just cross the room, push me against the wall, and claim me out loud.

No apologies.

Sebastian wraps his arm around Cassie and plants a kiss on the top of her head, whispering something to her before parting ways and heading over to Adrian. I pretend I’m not watching, trying to keep my focus on my guitar while I half-listen to whatever Noah is saying. But when Rome belts out laughing, I realize I’m probably failing, because I have no idea what’s so funny.

Adrian turns his back to me as Sebastian approaches, closing them off from the people backstage. Sebastian’s entire back stiffens with whatever Adrian says, and my brother’s eyes dart in my direction for a millisecond, sending a shiver up my spine.

Sebastian claps Adrian on the back and they nod at each other as he makes his way over to me. He smiles at Noah and Rome, but his jaw is tense, and the way the guys fall out of their conversation tells me I’m not the only one who noticed.

“What?” I roll my shoulders back. A show of strength when I feel my insides tumbling.

“There’s been more flowers.” Sebastian stands up tall, and I’m not sure if he’s trying to put on this tough exterior for me or him.

“What do you meanmore?”

Sebastian lifts his hand to scratch the back of his neck. One of his many ticks that tells me he’s not as cool and confident as he wants me to believe right now. His eyes dart to Noah and Rome, who I’m suddenly aware have surrounded me.

“He’s started having them delivered. A dozen every day for the past three days.” Sebastian dips his chin. “And then today, Adrian found one in your guitar case.”

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