Page 12 of Rebel Obsession

“Say you want it.”

“I want it,” I admitted, desperate for him to touch me properly. “Fuck, Kian. I want it.”

Kian ran his tongue around the shell of my ear. “Too. Fucking. Bad.”

I blinked.

In the next second, he was off me. The sheet had slipped low enough to reveal my cock, wet with my own arousal, hard and aching for him. “What the fuck?”

Kian just walked out, like we’d been playing Monopoly and the game was over. He glanced over his shoulder before he closed the door. “It’s not so fun to be the person left behind, is it?”

The door closed.

All I could do was stare after it.

5

REBEL

I woke in the middle of the night and instantly knew something was wrong.

Fang’s body radiated heat behind me, his breathing slow and regular in sleep. The house around us was silent, the only noises a muffled croaking of a frog somewhere outside.

But the longer I lay there, the more I sensed something was out of place.

I pried Fang’s arm from around my middle and gently pushed it back toward him. He stirred and rolled over but didn’t wake. I should have just woken him, but he’d looked exhausted by the time he’d tucked us both into my bed. I just didn’t have the heart.

Whatever didn’t feel right was probably all in my head.

But a gut feeling said I was being watched, and there was only one person creepy enough to do that.

Caleb.

It was a ridiculous thought. Caleb would have to have balls the size of Texas to try coming into this house with Fang, Vaughn, and Kian all here. Especially after the shit he’d pulled tonight. He had to know we’d be coming for him. It would be suicide for him to return to the scene of the crime.

I was letting residual fear from earlier take over my common sense. The fact my mouth was dry with fear right now while Fang slept in my bed was so stupid, I was embarrassed. I needed to get up and go grab a glass of water from the kitchen. That would prove to my overactive imagination there was nothing to worry about here.

And that I hadn’t completely lost my nerve.

I lifted my head from the pillow and squinted into the darkness.

A man sat in the corner, staring at me.

I opened my mouth to scream, but only a squeak came out.

“Just me, Roach. You’re okay.”

I slumped back in relief at Vaughn’s familiar voice. But then I picked up a throw cushion and hurled it across the room at him. “What are you doing, sitting over there like a complete and utter voyeuristic creeper? Did you change your name to Caleb? You scared the shit out of me, Vaughn!”

I was whisper-shouting so I wouldn’t wake Fang, but I really wanted to yell. Loudly.

Vaughn caught the pillow easily and placed it on his lap. “Just wanted to make sure you were okay. Someone needs to watch you for secondary drowning.”

“Fang’s right there.” I flicked my head toward the sleeping man-giant next to me.

“I could hear his snoring from down the hall. He’s hardly watching to make sure your lungs aren’t defective.”

“My lungs are perfect. I’m not even coughing, and he doesn’t snore. So you can go now.”

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