Page 22 of Rebel

Good god I am in a world of trouble.

“You sure?” My gaze flicked down to the giant bulge in his jeans. My body was hungry to taste him again, to feel him in my mouth and my pussy. Even my hands. He was so long and thick it’d been painful at first but that quickly faded into the most unbelievable pleasure I’d ever experienced before or since.

Logan adjusted his sizable cock in his jeans with a pained grunt and a grin. “Fuck no, I’m not sure, but as you said, Livvy is a light sleeper and when I finally get inside you again, I want to hear you scream my name.”

It was impossible to suppress the shiver that swept over my body at his erotic promise. “Good to know.” I raked a shaky hand through my hair and let out an unsteady breath.

“Walk me out?”

I nodded and pushed away from the house, pausing to make sure I was steady on my feet. “Yeah. Yes. I can do that.” I took a minute to fasten my jeans and blow out another breath before we entered the house and silently made our way to the front door.

Logan stepped over the threshold and turned to me with a satisfied expression on his face. “Thank you for letting me crash your dinner.”

“No problem.”

“And for letting me make you come.”

My cheeks heated. “I feel like I should be thanking you for that.”

He laughed and leaned in close. “Trust me, it was my fucking pleasure.” His lips brushed against my neck before he pulled back. “See you soon, Nikki. Lock the door.”

My heart raced as I watched him amble down the stairs, his pace slow and steady, almost relaxed to anyone watching casually. But I noticed his head swivel left and then right, taking in the details of the parked cars, nosy neighbors, and anything else that might be out of place. He was protective and that, more than anything, touched me in a way I wished it hadn’t.

I couldn’t let myself develop feelings for Logan, no matter how protective he was. No matter how much Livvy already liked him. It was a recipe for disaster, especially now that he’s taken on the role of reluctant bodyguard.

That meant tonight was probably all we’d ever have.

And that’s fine.It was.

It had to be.

Chapter Ten

Rebel

“Well, well, look who finally decided to grace us with his presence.” Gio was the first to spot me when I entered the clubhouse, and the first to give me shit. “Wondered what happened to you.”

Maverick snickered. “I think you meanwhohappened to him.”

None of my brothers bothered to hide the delight they felt about what they assumed about my whereabouts. “I’ve been busy. Are Diesel and Rocky around?”

Instantly their smiles faded. Gio was at my side first. “They’re in the office. What’s up?”

“Three words, fucking Blood Fangs.” I shook my head as we all made our way to the office where Slate stared at his wall of screens while he typed, and Diesel and Rocky talked in hushed tones.

Rocky noticed us first and was on his feet immediately. “What’s up?”

“Blood Fangs,” Rocky answered for me.

I nodded. “They’re escalating.” I told them about the asshole who tried to run Nikki and Mia over three nights ago. “I thought it was just a warning, but they’re emailing threats. And making them live on the radio.” Shit, that meant they didn’t care who knew what they did, which definitely meant that they weren’t afraid of repercussions. “There’s a journalist who’s nowasking questions. Very public questions.” My jaw clenched as I thought about the way Nikki had broken down in my arms. “Whoever shows up next time won’t scare away as easily as prospects.”

The room fell silent, and an unease crept over me. Would they tell me this wasn’t any of my damn business and to forget it? And why the fuck couldn’t I just forget it? Nikki wasn’t my problem.

“Okay, what the fuck?”

Hawk scrubbed a hand over his face, but it didn’t hide his grin. “So, wait, are you asking for the MC to help out a damsel in distress?”

“Can’t be,” Maverick added in. “Because Rebel is the biggest pain in the ass when it comes to troubled women bringing heat on the MC.”

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