Page 7 of Sins of a Rebel

I nod. “We’ve talked about the two of us singing before or even me filling in on backup vocals. I don’t mind things staying the way they are, though. We have a good thing goin’, so why mess it up?”

I run my hands over her hips, my fingers gripping into her thighs, using her body to distract me from the conversation.

“Will you sing for me?” she asks. She looks up at me with her soft smile, making it difficult to say no.

“I haven’t practiced for a while, so I’m a bit rusty. One day I will, though.”

She sighs. “You promise?”

I lean in close to her. Her breasts press against my chest, and I’m still distracted by her pussy rubbing against my dick. My warm breath feathers over her ear, and she tilts her head to the side, giving me better access.

Brushing my lips against her skin causes her body to shudder beneath me. I trail kisses toward her neck, then nip at her earlobe.

“I promise.”

Chapter Three

Tysin

“You comin’?” Kyla sings, spinning around toward me, wearing a wide smile.

Her purple hair sticks to the side of her face as she twirls around, her arms out wide as the rain beats down around us.

The sight of her infectious smile and the sound of her laugh are like a balm to my battered soul. Drops of rain fall from her lashes, and her top clings to her in ways I craved to be wrapped around her body.

“Hurry up,” she urges, waving her hand toward me. She bounces on the pad of her feet, skipping ahead toward my truck.

She shakes her head when she turns back, finding me stalking toward her.

“I don’t run,” I quip.

She rolls her eyes and reaches her hand out for me, tugging me toward her. I push her against the door, my arms trapping her in and leaving her with nowhere to run.

“Not even for me?” she whispers, staring up at me. Her chest heaves, and I lean in, meeting her gaze, then let my eyes trail down to her lips.

She sucks in a sharp breath. I want to kiss her so badly, but I know once I do, there will be no going back.

I won’t be able to stop, not that I want to either.

“Tysin.” Her low voice tugs at me as if coaxing me to give in.

“Kyla, I don’t think…” I can’t even say the words because I know it’s a lie.

Her eyes search mine, looking for the answer, and I shake my head.

She reaches out, gripping the front of my shirt as rain continues to fall around us.

“Say it. Whatever you’re thinking, just say it.”

I shake my head. “No.”

With a sigh, she drops her arms to her side, clearly misreading the conflict tormenting my thoughts. She thinks I’m pushing her away, rejecting her, but I’m not.

I’m fighting a war within myself because I want her so badly.

I’m damn near ready to order her into my pickup and take her right here, right now.

“It’s okay,” she says. “Can you take me back to my car?”

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