Page 23 of Sins of a Rebel

He reaches his hand between us, brushing his thumb over my clit. This time, I force my pussy back down faster, taking him harder than before.

“Ride me, baby.”

His nostrils flare, and his jaw clenches when I swivel my hips, taking all of him.

I want everything he has to give me.

I grip my breasts in my hands, flicking and tweaking my nipples with each brush of his finger over my clit.

“I want to feel you come around my dick.”

Each thrust, each flick of his finger, brings me closer and closer to the edge. When he leans forward, wrapping his lips around my nipple, I feel the rush of my release, sending me catapulting over the edge.

“Ohh, fuck, baby,” he groans, wrapping his arms around my waist to increase the force of his thrusts.

When I collapse against his chest, his breaths coming out in heavy pants, I slip my arms around his neck and bury my face in his neck.

A few minutes pass, long enough for our breathing to even out and our bodies to relax from our post-sex haze.

“No one has ever told me they love me, except my grandma.”

Pulling back, I stare down at him, surprised by his admission.

No one, really? Not even his mom?

I guess I’m not surprised. The woman is downright awful, but my heart breaks for little Tysin going all his life never hearing her tell him she loves him.

“I’ve never said it to anyone out loud before either. Sometimes, I wonder if I even know what love feels like at all,” he admits.

Tears prick my eyes for the brokenness in his depths. His face softens, and his throat bobs. I hold his cheeks in my hands, brushing my thumbs over his skin, and press a soft kiss against his lips.

Every day, from that day forward, when I spoke about love, I would measure it by how much I felt for Tysin. If only he knew how much he truly meant to me then.

Chapter Eight

Tysin

Whiskey Barrel is packed wall to wall. We slip in through the employee entrance, bypassing the line forming out the front door and roping around the side of the building.

Music booms through the speakers blaring Three Days Grace. I peek my head through the door leading to the back room, scanning over the crowd holding their drinks and phones in the air, swaying as they sing along to the lyrics.

I untwist the cap of my beer, lifting it to my lips, and take a swig when I spot Kyla amongst the crowd sitting at a table with a few of her friends I recognize. She lifts her hand in the air, waving over to Ivy for another round of drinks. Her lavender hair stands out in the sea of people.

I haven’t seen her in a few days, not since the night she stayed over. I’ve thought a lot about where this is going ever since that night.

The tension and attraction have been slowly building for years.

My loyalty is to my best friend. The last thing I want is to interfere with our friendship, but I’ve fought my feelings for Kyla for far too long.

Everything changed between us the night she said she loved me.

I never expected it, and I certainly wasn’t ready for things to change. Especially when I knew in my heart I couldn’t be the man she deserved.

I knew it, Madden knew it, and I wrestled with the thought of how to break it to her too.

I swallow the guilt with my heavy swig of beer, hating the fact I’ve taken the coward’s way out. I’ve kept my distance from her, knowing the more I’m around her, the more difficult it’s become for me to give in to the temptation.

She has me all twisted in knots, and even though I can’t admit it out loud, it’s true.

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