Page 21 of Rebel

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I thought they’d leave me alone when I didn’t post the video, and when that didn’t happen, I posted it anyway.” It was petty and childish, and I would probably regret it, but what difference did it make now? They already thought I’d talked. “They seem the same amount of pissed off.”

He laughed and shook his head. “I can’t say I understand your logic, but I applaud your ballsy move.”

“Or foolish,” I said out loud because it was my fear. “I needed to do something to feel as if I was in control again. I’m scared as fuck, Logan, but I can’t show that fear to Livvy. She’s far too observant and she’ll pick up on it right away, plus I don’t want her to grow up scared. I don’t want her to know that type of fear yet.” I blinked quickly and then felt the warm slide of tears down my cheeks.

“Shit,” he grumbled and stood quickly before he rounded the table and pulled me into his arms. “Don’t cry Nikki. Please, don’t fucking cry.”

Even through my tears I managed to smile at just how terrified the big biker was of a few tears. “I’m not crying.”

He laughed and held me closer. “Okay, good.” He kissed the top of my head and pulled back, his eyes bore into me. “You don’t have to be afraid because I’m gonna keep you safe and you’re not gonna fight me on it.”

“You’re just looking for compliance,” I teased.

His lips curled devilishly. “I love an obedient woman.” At my shocked expression, a deep roll of laughter escaped. “We can keep it friendly. Livvy knows me so she won’t think anything about us just spending more time together.”

Moretime with Logan? That sounded like a recipe for disaster for a few reasons, the main one being that I wouldn’t be able to keep this secret if we were spending more time together.

“It’s either that, or I just follow you around to keep you safe. Livvy likes me,” he added playfully. “If it’s a problem, then we’ll do it the way we’ve been doing it.” He seemed offended but reluctant to show it.

“No,” I shook my head. “It’s not that.” He was right Livvydidlike him, she’d taken to him easily and it was fucking beautiful that I felt like a monster for not cluing either of them in on their familial connection. I’d snapped a few photos earlier as we crossed the parking lot of him smiling down at Livvy while she gazed up adoringly at him. The likeness was unmistakable, it wouldn’t be long before he realized it too. I had to tell him before then.

“Well then what is it?”

I scrambled for an answer that was believable and true. “I haven’t dated, not seriously since Livvy came into my life, and I’m just not sure how she’s going to take it. It’s always just been us two.”

His smile grew brilliantly. “I don’t remember saying anything about dating,” he whispered and stepped forward, brushing his hands down my hair. “But we can practice so we’re believable.”

I laughed, but Logan cut the sound of with the crush of his lips on mine. His kiss was fiery and insistent, commanding as one hand gripped the bag of my head and the other slid down my spine until he reached my ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh hungrily.

He moaned when I pushed my body against his, and he took a step forward which forced me to step back until I was sandwiched between him and the house. His body was so big compared to mind, he was all sharp angles and hard muscles as his big hands roamed my body while his mouth devoured me.

I was little more than a puddle of lust as he deepened the kiss, grabbing my ass so I felt just how much he wanted me. Logan was long and hard, and that brought back memories of how thick he was when he’d filled my body, pumped into me until I erupted all around him. Those images combined with his hot kisses sent me into an erotic frenzy and my hands danced up and down the thick, corded muscles of his shoulders and biceps, and across the wide expanse of his chest.

“Nikki.” My name left his lips on a whispered growl that sent shivers down my spine. His hand flattened against my chest and slid down to the waistband of my pants where his fingertips brushed across the sensitive skin there. “Are you wet for me?”

I smiled against his lips before answering. “Only one way to find out.” What in thefuckwas I doing? Tempting this beast when things were about to get incredibly complicated between us. Whenever I got around to telling him.

His hands made quick work of my button down jeans and one hand breached the waistband of my panties. He groaned when two fingers found my clit wet and swollen. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me.” His fingers brushed back and forth across my clit, teasing me. “So fucking wet.”

“Please, Logan.” I wasn’t too proud to beg, not when his fingers felt so good on my body and not when it had been far too long since I felt the touch of a man against my flesh. “Yes!” His fingers moved lower and then he dipped his middle and ring fingers into my pussy. “God, yes!”

“I remember this pussy well,” he growled in my ear and nipped the lobe with his teeth. “You were so tight and so wet, and the way your pussy gripped my cock was absolute perfection.” He pumped deeper and harder, pressing his palm against my clit until my body trembled with need.

Desire worked its way up my body starting at my toes, making my legs shake. Logan smiled and took my mouth again in a searing kiss that pushed my orgasm closer to the surface. But it was when his lips found my neck and peppered them with soft, open mouth kisses that pleasure overwhelmed me.

“That’s it, Nikki. Let go. Let me feel that pretty pussy come all over my hands. Yeah, just like that.”

My book trembled violently, and I cried out but once again Logan quieted the cries with his mouth, kissing me ferociously until my orgasm slowed and then faded. “Wow.”

“Fuck yeah, wow. You’re gorgeous when you come.”

I grinned. “When I come? What am I when I’m not coming?”

His lips quirked into a teasing grin. “Stunning. But you have a very pretty ‘O’ face.”

His words teased a bubble of laughter out of me, which made my pussy clamp down on his fingers. A low hiss of pleasure escaped. “Fuck, Logan.”

“I’d love to, but I really should get going.” Slowly his fingers left my body, and the naughty man slipped them between his lips. “Just as sweet as I remember.”

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