Page 43 of Rebel

“I noticed. Something on your mind you want to talk about?”

I knew what he was asking.What’s wrong?It was an obvious question considering I probably kept him up all night even during the rest periods between orgasms. I stood and put some distance between us. “No?”

Logan laughed and suddenly he was behind me, his lips on my neck and moving towards my shoulder. “You sure?”

I wasn’t sure about anything when he touched me. “Yes,” I hissed out on a shudder.

“Later,” he moaned and kissed me again right at the base of my neck. “Let’s talk about this robe.” He slid one side off my shoulder and kissed it. “It’s been making my cock hungry for you Nikki.”

God, the way he said my name sent shivers down my spine. I gasped when he spun me around and pressed his body to mine. “Didn’t get enough French toast?”

He laughed against my throat, the sound vibrated all the way down to my pussy, which was already hot and wet and vibrating with unmitigated need. I was greedy for what he was offering, whatever he was. “When your sweet cunt is an option, it is never enough.” One hand was fisted in my hair while the other gripped my throat, giving it a squeeze before it slid down my body and cupped my pussy. “You’re so fucking wet already. Been thinking about me touching you? Tasting you?”

“Always,” I admitted. Whenever he was near, all I wanted was for him to touch me. To make me feel good and sexy anddesired. Logan felt so good between my legs, two thick fingers plunging deep. Slow and deep.

“I’m so hard for you Nikki. This perfect pink pussy, sucking my fingers the way you sucked my cock last night. Twice.” He scraped his teeth up the length of my neck and across my jaw.

“Yes!” My head fell back against his shoulder and my hips moved against his hand, sending his fingers deeper into my body. “Logan, babe.”

“I love hearing you moan my name like that.” His fingers plunged deeper and faster, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. “You hear that, how wet you are? How much your pussy needs me?”

“Yeah,” I moaned and pushed my hips forward. “More. Please.” My eyes were closed, and my body was on fire. Logan growled in my ear and nipped at the lobe, licking a fiery trail across my throat.

Somewhere in the distance a door smacked against the wall. Tiny feet stomped and the sound grew closer. Logan let out a disappointed grunt and stepped back, taking his sweet ass time as he slid from my body. His gaze sparkled with mischief as he pushed his fingers past his lips and groaned. “I owe you one.”

My legs shook and I gripped the counter until my knuckles turned white. “At least one,” I whispered, and he laughed just as Livvy barreled into the kitchen, a tiny ball filled with big energy.

“Mommy, can we make cookies today?” It was such a simple request, and it was exactly what I needed after the craziness of the past few weeks.

“We can, but first we have to figure out what we need and then probably head to the store.”

“You know it’s the twenty-first century and you can shop online and have someone delivery them to your doorstep?”

I laughed. “Yes, but I have a little girl who needs to learn what things like broccoli and tomatoes look like. Smell like.”

His smile grew. “Good point.”

She bounced on her toes and pleaded with me. “Can Mr. Rebel come?”

Without waiting for an answer, he shrugged. “Guess I better go get dressed.”

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We went up and down almost every aisle inside the grocery store while Livvy pointed out items we didn’t need or would never need, definitely not to make cookies. Logan smiled the entire time, he never let out a frustrated sigh, and his gaze never looked beyond either of us when we spoke. It was endearing.

“Okay, it’s time to head home Livvy.”

I knew we’d been there too long when my daughter only put up a cursory fight. “Fine, Mommy. We can go.” She grabbed Logan’s hand and skipped beside him as we made our way to a checkout lane. She was so distracted by being Logan’s little helper she didn’t even beg for a candy bar from the temptation racks, which meant checkout went smooth. And fast.

It felt so normal, as if we often did our shopping together like this, as if we were a family.It could be,that ridiculous voice that still believed in fairytales and happy endings prodded.I shook off that thought and focused on the road, smiling as I listened to Livvy and Logan talk about which cookies they loved the best.

“Nothing with raisins. Ever,” Logan said dramatically.

“Yuck,” Livvy agreed. “I love chocolate. Always chocolate.”

Whatever she said next was drowned out by the sound of motorcycles. Lots and lots of motorcycles. My entire body went rigid as the sound drew closer until it was deafening. “Um, Logan?”

“I hear it. Keep driving and keep your eyes on the road. Livvy, you strapped in?”

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