Page 114 of Rebel Obsession

Her gaze slid past me, then suddenly shot back. Her mouth fell open, and she dropped the empty tray she’d been carrying. “Kian!”

She sprinted the last few steps and threw herself at me. Like a koala, she wrapped her arms and legs around me, squeezing me tight.

On instinct, I caught her, hands against her lower back, her bare skin warm.

My blood ignited into fire. I was all too aware she was essentially naked.

So fucking perfect.

“Where have you been? Why haven’t you been answering our calls?” She slid down my body to stand on her own two feet and glare at me. “I thought you were dead, you asshole!”

I shook my head. “Not dead, Little Demon. Just needed a time-out.”

Her hurt was written all over her face. “From me?”

I felt like a fucking jackass. We’d kissed, and then I’d gone MIA. Of course she thought it was her fault.

I drew her into my arms again. “Never from you. I’ve just had a lot going on in my head. It hasn’t been pretty.”

She touched a finger to my split lip. “You’ve been fighting.”

“A bit.”

Vaughn appeared behind her, his face like a storm cloud. “Are you okay?”

I scowled at him. “Okay because I have a split lip? Or okay because I kissed you and you rejected me?”

He opened his mouth to answer.

I cut him off before he could. “Save it. I’m fine on both counts.”

He clearly wanted to argue, and man, I would have loved that. Just seeing his stupid attractive face pissed me off.

He’d kissed me back.

He’d wanted it.

But it was just the same as it had been when we were teenagers. He was too fucking gutless to do anything about it.

I pulled Rebel a little closer though, and reluctantly gave her the card.

“What’s this?” She stared down at it.

A second later, her gasp was audible, even over the sultry music pouring through the speakers and the groans and moans of people having sex around us.

Her fingers went limp, and the card teetered, threatening to fall from her grasp until Vaughn took it from her.

When he looked up at me, his expression was steel. “Where did you get this?”

“It was on the floor, put through the mail slot when I got home just now.”

His fingers clenched into fists. “Fuck! You think they were watching the house? Waiting until we left?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know.”

Rebel dug her teeth into her bottom lip. “I need to tell you something. You aren’t going to like it. So just remember that I give really good blow jobs and if you kill me, I’ll never be able to do that again.”

“I wouldn’t know,” I muttered.

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