Page 93 of Rebel Revenge

Those three little words sat on my tongue again, but I buried them in her neck instead.

“I’m coming!”

She didn’t need to tell me. I felt it in the spasm of her pussy, it suddenly gripping tight around my cock. The words I wanted to say turned into groans of ecstasy as she drove me right over the edge with her.

The room spun so I closed my eyes and thrust my hips against hers, riding us both out until she begged me for mercy.

Coming inside her was always the sweetest form of torture.

I flopped down on the mattress, wanting to be on top of her but terrified my weight would crush her. Instead, I pulled her on top of me, the both of us a sticky, sweaty mess of arms and limbs and well-satisfied urges.

She dropped her head down on my chest, and I kissed the top of it.

“You need to get off me so I can take care of the condom.”

She shook her head. “Just one more minute. Then you can go.”

I wasn’t ever able to say no to her. I stroked my fingers up and down her spine, feeling each ridge and bump, sure they were more prominent than the last time I’d had her like this.

“Are you eating?”

She lifted a sleepy head. “Yeah. Sure.”

But her eyes didn’t meet mine.

I swept my hands over her rib cage which was all too prominent. I would take care of that. I would convince Kian and Vaughn to keep an eye on it too.

Whatever she needed, I would get it for her.

24

VAUGHN

I woke up in an MC clubhouse with a crick in my neck and two women wrapped around me.

Neither was the one I really wanted to be naked with though. She was down the hall somewhere, probably still asleep, since I couldn’t hear her moans and cries of pleasure anymore.

Thank fuck.

Amber stirred, blinked her eyes open, and smiled at me. “Hey, handsome. You have fun last night?”

I pulled my arm out from beneath Kiki’s head and scrubbed a hand over my face. Fun? Sure. Getting off was always fun. But it had been mixed in with a whole heap of frustration because I couldn’t get the image of my stepsister riding some guy’s face out of my head.

Or the things I’d said to her.

Ugh.

Amber reached beneath the blankets and circled my morning wood with her fingers.

I jerked out of her grasp and clambered over Kiki. “I should go. It’s gotta be getting late.”

Amber sat up and pouted at me, round fake tits like melons on her chest.

They were hot. But not what I wanted.

Rebel’s sweet, perky tits were.

I found my pants on the floor and yanked them up, buttoning the fly. My dad’s car keys jabbed me in the thigh, which reminded me I’d left my phone somewhere too. I located that by removing a lacy pink bra from a lamp table and found my phone sitting silently beneath it.

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