Page 16 of Naughty and Nice

This isn’t what she wanted, and she tried to fight it as long as possible, but there was no point. The tears were coming. She wrapped her arms around Rebel’s body, and then pressed her face against his neck and sobbed.

Willow had never allowed herself time to cry. She had been so focused on just dealing with everything that the death of a parent brought. Taking over from the business, making sure she could manage the place, and keep it working. Being sure she wasn’t a fuckup. Cleaning up her father’s home, and then making it her own.

Even though she had lived a long time without him, she had found it even harder living without him, knowing he wasn’t going to call or find her, or come looking for her.

There was no one else in this world for either of them. She was alone.

“I’ve got you,” Rebel said.

But the truth was, there was a time limit on how long he had her. They were not destined to be together forever. They were merely two strangers in the night, a Christmas night, sharing some moments together.

He wasn’t going to stick around, and when he was gone, she would have to figure out a life of her own.

She didn’t know if she was ready to deal with that.

Chapter Six

“I’m sorry.”

Rebel stepped beneath the shower and pulled the door closed. “Shut up.”

“Hey,” she said, but offered him a smile. A cute one where she also bit her bottom lip. She did look so fucking sexy and cute.

Right now, he needed to take care of her.

This was so fucking strange to him. He didn’t care about women or their problems. He was only interested in a good time, that was all. Anything more and they were gone. Rebel refused to allow women to get attached to him. There was simply no point in allowing them to fall for him since he never planned to stick around.

Willow was different.

It broke his fucking heart to see her crying. She shouldn’t be upset or hurt, or feeling anything like this. Part of him hated Bill in that moment. Rebel had told him several times over the years to get over his shit, and to just call his daughter, or better yet, go and find her. Bill always refused with some excuse, and Rebel never pushed.

Now, seeing how upset and guilt-ridden Willow was, he couldn’t allow that.

“These tears better be ones of grief, not guilt. I won’t accept you feeling guilty about anything, do you hear me?”

“Rebel, it’s fine.”

The water was already cascading around them, and he reached out, cupped her cheeks, and tilted her head, so that she had no choice but to look at him. He stroked her cheeks, which were bright red. They were not blushing from sex, or from something he said.

“This shit with your dad, he could have called you, just as you could have called him. You can’t allow yourself to live in regret right now. You both had your reasons. You cry for him, not for the lost time, but just for the fact you lost him.”

“Are you seriously telling me how I can grieve?”

“I’m telling you this is not your fault.” Then, he slammed his lips down on hers. He had to get her to stop feeling pain. The only way he knew how to do that was to give her pleasure.

Pulling her close, he gripped the base of her back, drawing her in. His cock went from flaccid to hard as rock within seconds, and his length pressed against the curve of her stomach. He couldn’t help but groan as she gave a whimper. She was so fucking perfect.

Rebel pressed her up against the wall of the bathroom, pressing her hands above her head as he took possession of her mouth. She gave a whimper and he took full advantage, sliding his tongue into her mouth, tasting her.

He broke from the kiss seconds later, to trail his lips down her neck, going toward that pulse. He nipped at the flesh and she gave a little gasp. He loved the sounds of her pleasured moans as they went straight to his dick.

Rebel didn’t stop there. Kissing down her body, he took each of her nipples into his mouth, giving them some love and attention, flicking one hardened bud then moving onto the other. Once he had his fill, and the truth was, he never would, he began to kiss down her body, going straight to her pussy.

He lifted her leg, making her put it on his knee. He was kneeling on one knee and with the other, he had his foot flat on the ground, giving her enough space to use him as leverage. Starting at her ankle, he slowly began to slide his fingers up her body, going toward her pussy. He teased the lips of her sex, spread them wide, and he looked at her swollen clit.

Rebel had lost count of the number of times he’d come inside, but he knew he wanted to fill her up, again and again. He glanced up her body, and he couldn’t help but imagine her fully ripe and pregnant with his child. There was no way he could keep his hands off her. She’d be so perfect and all his.

There was an answering pulse in his dick, but he ignored his own needs and instead brought his attention back to his woman’s.

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