Page 106 of Rebel Revenge

But when I took in my reflection in the mirror, it was one I definitely wanted Fang to see me in. Short pleated black skirt. Knee-high black boots. A lacy bralette worn beneath a leather motorcycle cut. And an old-school, open-faced helmet I perched on my head, leaving the straps dangling.

I peeked out through the curtains that didn’t quite fully close on my dressing room.

Fang was already out of his, checking out the fit of his Batman costume in the full-length mirror set up by the costume racks. He didn’t have the mask on, but the suit clung to him like a second skin. It hugged every toned muscle of the man’s body, shaping over his perfect ass, broad shoulders, and washboard abs.

My mouth went dry.

I stepped out from behind my curtain to stand slightly behind him.

In the mirror’s reflection, I had the pleasure of seeing Fang’s expression when he caught sight of me. He did a double take of surprise, and his gaze turned hot.

Without turning, he murmured quietly, “You pick that for me?”

I nodded, ignoring Kian and Vaughn who both stepped out of their changing rooms, mid argument, and stopped to stare at me too.

Fang’s growl of approval was exactly what I’d been hoping for.

I wasn’t expecting the way he spun around and picked me right up off my feet. I squealed in surprise, but it didn’t deter him. Neither did Kian and Vaughn standing in the way. He barged through, me with my legs wrapped around his waist, his hands beneath my ass. Vaughn and Kian had to scurry out of the way or be bowled over.

Fang wasn’t waiting for anyone.

He carried me into a changing room and jerked the curtain closed behind us.

It didn’t quite close the entire way, and I went to tell him, but then he had me pressed up against the solid back wall of the cubicle, his big body against mine, and his tongue in my mouth.

There was no room for thought after that. My entire being became all about him and the way I could feel every inch of his solid dick beneath his flimsy costume. He ground himself against me, rubbing my clit with his erection through our clothes and kissing me until my head spun. God, I wanted him so bad. Every time he stared at me with those eyes, I lost all willpower to say no.

One look. One murmur of “I need you now,” and I was ripping off his costume, trying to get him naked.

He tried doing the same to me. He moved my panties to the side and pushed two fingers up into my pussy. Then kissed me harder to muffle the sound of my moan.

“Shh.” He moved his mouth to my neck. “Everyone will hear you.”

I’d completely forgotten we were in the middle of a store, with Kian and Vaughn on the other side of a barely closed curtain.

I was shocked to realize some part of me wanted them to hear me.

Maybe even wanted them to be watching through the crack of the curtain.

The thought filled me with heat, my entire body flushing hot. I kissed Fang harder, rocking my hips against his and whimpering in frustration that he wasn’t already inside me.

I didn’t dare open my eyes.

I didn’t want to know whether Kian and Vaughn were watching us or not. I wasn’t sure I was ready for the answer.

Finally, we got Fang’s costume down far enough that his cock slid through the arousal gathering between my legs.

I so badly just wanted to drop down onto him. Sink onto his massive cock while he held my weight. But… “Condom,” I breathed, panting because his dick was so torturously close to where I wanted it. It was agony to hold myself still.

“Fuck. There’s one in my wallet, but this isn’t my changing room.”

I looked down in surprise at the clothes on the little bench.

“It’s mine,” Vaughn said dryly from the other side of the curtain.

I widened my eyes at Fang and clapped a hand over my mouth to stop myself from laughing. “Uh. Sorry about that.”

Fang seemed like he was batting back laughter as well. “Got a condom in here by any chance?”

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