Page 34 of Rebel Obsession

“You didn’t let him take you anywhere,” Vaughn corrected. “You were taken against your will. Nobody is blaming you here, Roach.”

But it was clear Rebel was very much blaming herself. I didn’t like the way that made me feel. I’d very quickly come to hate when she wasn’t smiling.

“I’ve sent a few of the guys from the club over to watch his house,” War assured the women. “He’ll come back eventually. Or someone will. When they do, we’ll be ready.”

It was all that could be done for now, when everyone’s tanks were running on empty.

War, Nash, Bliss, and Scythe said goodbye, Bliss wrapping Rebel in a long hug and whispering something in her ear I couldn’t make out.

Fang was next in line, sweeping her into his arms and kissing her mouth. “War needs me at the clubhouse. Stay here. Sleep. Heal. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He held her tightly, and she melted right into him.

A pang of jealousy coursed through me. Just like it did every time another man touched her.

Lucky assholes.

If she’d been single, I would have been actively pursuing her. She was a stunner, with her tight little body and big eyes and sassy attitude. She made my palm itch for wanting to spank her ass before I plowed into it.

I swallowed thickly and breathed through my nose, trying to clear my head of thoughts that weren’t going to serve me well. This was around the time of day I woke up with morning wood. I hadn’t been to sleep, but I still had the hard-on.

“I’m going to bed for a while,” I announced, not tired but knowing if I stood around watching her any longer when I was this fucking edgy, I was going to do something I regretted. I’d been expecting a fight tonight. I’d geared myself up on the way over to Caleb’s house. Let my body fill with adrenaline, only to have it all go nowhere.

This had happened when I’d been professionally fighting too. The opponent would concede or just not turn up, and I’d go from super amped to fight to super amped to fuck.

It didn’t help that there were two people under this roof who were viable candidates for the latter.

Shame one was taken and the other was firmly back in the closet.

I left the others in the foyer and took the stairs two at a time. When I got to the second floor, I snuck a glance back down at my roommates.

Rebel watched me.

She turned away but not quick enough that I hadn’t seen it.

Fuck.

I slipped into my room and closed the door behind me. I leaned back on it, ignoring how hard my dick was. Having her living here was a recipe for disaster. She was with Fang. Fuck, I even liked the guy. We got along well. I didn’t want to be making moves on his girl.

I’d been stupid enough to let my dick rule my head once, and it had ended really freaking badly. I didn’t want to do it again.

My dick ached for how bad I wanted her though. It wasn’t just the leftover adrenaline. It was how strong she was. How determined to set wrongs right. Yet there was a softness to her that set off every protective part of me. Something broken that needed shielding so she could rebuild and regroup.

I knew what it felt like to have your entire world turn upside down in the blink of an eye. I’d had no one to have my back when it had happened to me.

I didn’t want that for her.

I pushed off the door, headed for my bed, but stopped a few steps in. Everything was wrong. There was a crinkle in my bedspread. The top drawer was open just slightly. I could have sworn the air smelled different. Not in a bad way. In a nice way actually.

I stuck my head out into the hallway again, but everyone had disappeared. Knowing Fang had left and I wasn’t about to walk in on the two of them having sex, I strode through the open bathroom door, and finding hers open, I leaned on the doorway. “You and Bliss have fun while we were gone?”

Rebel lay on her bed, scrolling through her phone. She shrugged. “Sure, I guess so. We haven’t had much girl time lately.”

I folded my arms over my chest. “Mmm-hmm. Have fun going through my bedroom?”

She glanced over at me. “What makes you think we went through your room?”

“There’s a wrinkle in my bedspread.”

She snorted on a laugh. “So?”

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