Page 90 of Rebel Revenge

“What’s up, Pix?” I asked her eventually, when she hadn’t resurfaced.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she wailed. “I just let you make me come while Kiki and Amber were deep-throating Vaughn until he choked them with his man spoof.”

“I don’t know. Kiki looked like she was enjoying choking on his man spoof, as you put it.”

“Would you hate me if I said that was part of the problem?” She cringed. Then rushed on before I could even say anything. “I’m a horrible person. You are so sweet and good, and I am the worst.”

I was hardly good nor sweet, and she was far from horrible. I knew horrible people. I’d not only grown up with them but surrounded myself with them even now. Not my brothers, though none of them were angels. But the people we dealt with on a daily basis were questionable at best, even if War did try to work with those who held the same morals and ethics we did. It wasn’t always possible.

Pushing off the wall, I put one knee on the bed. I wrapped my fingers around her ankle and pulled it, sliding her down the bed and out from beneath the pillows.

Fuck, she was gorgeous, with her cute, upturned nose and wide eyes, her face framed by the wild, messed-up lengths of her hair. “You, Pix, are the least horrible thing in my life. You have no fucking idea how not horrible you are.” I crept my fingers up the insides of her calves and spread her knees. “Especially when you’re lying in my bed with no panties on and still wet from riding my face.”

She spread her legs wider, letting me crawl up the bed and settle in between them. I hovered over her, my dick still hard behind my jeans, pressed up against her core, my weight all on my forearms.

“You wouldn’t say that if you knew what I just did,” she whispered.

“You came on my tongue.”

“Because Vaughn told me to.”

Her face was completely open and vulnerable. It was one of the things I loved about her. I always knew exactly where I stood with her because she was honest to a fault. “I know.”

She paused mid self-loathing wail. “You knew?”

“I heard Vaughn tell you to come with him.”

“Maybe he was talking to Kiki. She certainly seemed to think he was.”

“He wasn’t.” You didn’t say that sort of thing to a woman you didn’t care about. I doubted Vaughn had even cared whether Kiki was getting off or not.

But Rebel, he cared about.

I’d seen enough of the way he looked at her before I buried myself beneath her pussy. The attraction between them was so obvious a blind man would have noticed. I dragged her strapless top down with one sharp tug and took her nipple in my mouth, sucking and licking her.

Her fingers found my hair tie, and she pulled it out, snapping it around her wrist. She stroked her fingers through the loose strands of hair, scratching lightly against my scalp while watching me suck her tits.

I loved she didn’t even come close to filling my hand. It just made it all the easier to lick every inch of her.

“Pix,” I murmured around her nipple.

“Yeah?” Her voice sounded far off, the way it did when she was getting lost in the things I did to her. “If you want Vaughn, I understand.”

She stopped stroking my hair and sat up, shoving me away. “What does that mean?”

I sat back on my knees. “I want you to have everything you want.”

“I don’t want Vaughn.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, and I don’t want your pussy for breakfast.”

The corner of her mouth turned up. “Was that humor, Fang…fuck, I don’t even know your last name.”

“It’s Garrisen.”

“Mine is Kemp.”

“I know.”

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