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He’d vacated by the time she reached me. More than a little drunk, Hailey immediately tried to kiss me. I pushed her back, holding her at arm’s reach.

“What’s your problem?” she whined. “Don’t you want to fuck me in the woods?”

I really didn’t. It had been months since we’d made out once at a party and she wouldn’t let it go. Like it made us a couple or something. I’d hooked up with plenty of chicks at these parties. Hailey wasn’t special.

“Not tonight. Sorry. I’m a little preoccupied. I have somewhere to be. Maybe another time.” Maybe never. There was only one girl I wanted to fuck tonight.

“Come on, Rebel. I thought we had something. Don’t you like me?” Hailey swayed slightly, too drunk to keep her balance.

“Sure, you’re swell. I’m just not interested in more. Look I’ve got to run. I’ll see you on campus.” I saw the way her face crumpled, her eyes glassy. Time to bail the fuck out.

I took off without a word to anyone. Instead of staying at my own party, I went home and sat in my backyard drinking. Watching Storm’s balcony window, I waited for her to arrive.

Crazy? Sure, why the hell not? I wasn’t going to deny that there may be something incredibly wrong with me. I’d come to terms with it though.

It was after one in the morning when Storm’s bedroom light finally came on. Time to make my move. I’d promised her a late night visit, and I intended to follow through on that promise.

I jumped the fence into her yard, moving quietly. The lattice running up the side of the house next to her balcony seemed sturdy. I wasn’t sure I trusted it to hold me. I used it to get up a few feet before grabbing onto the bottom of the balcony. From there I hoisted myself up. Too easy.

Storm’s curtains were open, giving me a good view of her bedroom. She lay sprawled on the bed on her stomach, her thumbs moving across her phone screen. Eager for her reaction, I tapped on the window.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

STORM

A tap on my window made me freeze. No way. He wouldn’t, would he?

Of course he would. With my heart in my throat, I slowly turned to find Rebel standing on my balcony. He beckoned me with a finger, a devilish smirk on his face. That crazy motherfucker.

I closed the Instagram app on my phone. I’d been checking to see if Rebel had been viewing my story. He sure had. He’d said he would come to my room if I didn’t go to his shitty party. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so surprised to see him.

Pushing off the bed, I went to the balcony door, unlocked it, and slid it open. Keeping my voice down, I spoke in a loud whisper. “Are you out of your damn mind? What the hell are you doing here, Rebel? Did you climb all the way up here?”

He didn’t wait for the invite I wasn’t going to give him. Instead, he shoved into my room, forcing me out of the way. “Of course I did. It’s not that high. How did you think I got up here? I don’t have wings.”

“Okay, cool. You can just climb your way back down then.”

“No problem. After I’m done here.” Rebel went to my bedroom door, turning the lock.

Tension gripped me. Should I be afraid? Should I call for help?

He didn’t give me the chance to make a decision. Wrapping a hand around my throat, his mouth was suddenly on mine in a bruising kiss. There was violence in his kiss. A demand with every sweep of his tongue against mine. Rebel had come here to show me that he would not be ignored. There was certainly no ignoring him now.

He left me breathless, my lips sore, and my heart pounding. But he didn’t stop there. Backing me up against the bed, he pushed me down upon it. His hands went to my shorts, whisking them down my legs before I could process what had just happened.

My underwear didn’t get any friendly treatment. He tore them off, tossing the fragments of material aside. I made a pitiful attempt at holding my legs together. With a downright evil chuckle, he shoved them apart.

“What’s wrong, Storm? Afraid to let me see this gorgeous pussy? Or maybe you know that once you come all over my tongue, I’ll own you.”

“Rebel, you can’t just—”

My words cut off the moment his tongue licked along my slit. A shudder racked me. What the hell was happening? An inner voice shouted at me to stop him. To fight him. But I only laid there while he licked me.

This couldn’t be real. Except that the touch of his tongue delving inside me felt incredibly real. Rebel held my legs wide open as he thrust his tongue inside me. Once he sucked at my clit, all resistance fled my body. He flicked my clit with precision, forcing a moan from me. Horrified by the sound, I clapped a hand over my mouth.

Rebel reached up to pry my hand away. “None of that. No pretending you don’t love this. I want to hear every noise you make.”

He pinned my hand to the bed next to me, reaching for the other one as well. As he voraciously licked the wetness pooling at my entrance, I clenched my lips tight, doing my best to stay quiet. That didn’t work for long.

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