Page 18 of Rebel

Our parents were engaged in their own boring conversation, oblivious to the rest of us. Storm glanced at her brother before saying, “I’m not sure yet.”

Short and cutting. Just the way I liked it. I waited for Chase to look down at his phone, then I brought my fingers to my mouth in a V shape, flicking my tongue between them.

“You should come,” I said, arching a brow in a silent challenge. “I bet you’d really enjoy yourself.”

Redness crept across Storm’s cheeks. She looked around to see if anyone else had noticed. They hadn’t. My sister sat with my mom, also staring at her phone. Despite being surrounded by our families, Storm and I were in our own little bubble.

“I’m not sure that’s a bet you would win.” In a covert motion, Storm scratched the side of her nose, using her middle finger to do it. Flipping me off with subtlety. Nice.

I grinned. “Only one way to find out.”

Chase glanced up from his phone, eyeing Storm and me. “Are you two fucking or something? What’s going on between you?”

The color drained from Storm’s face as fast as it had come on. She stared at her brother with so much shock and disgust, I laughed my ass off. She could field that question.

“Nothing,” she snapped, lowering her voice when her sharp retort briefly drew her mother’s attention. “And absolutely not. Not that it’s any of your business. Jesus, Chase. Stay out of it.”

Diane glanced over then, her brow furrowing. “Storm, don’t talk like that. If you two can’t get along, don’t speak to one another. We have guests.”

I sipped my lemonade, eyeing Storm over the rim. This was too fun. She didn’t seem to like the gloating smile I wore. A sudden sharp pain in my shin made me suck in a breath. She’d kicked me under the damn table. Fine with me. The more she dished out, the more she would have to take later.

Dinner was interesting. Our parents joined us at the table, dominating the conversation with boring shit. While we ate, Storm did her best to stare at her plate, tuning me out. I waited for the right moment, when no one would notice, before reaching across to dip a carrot stick into the dressing on her plate.

“Why are you so immature?” she hissed, low for my ears only. “You have a pathetic need for my attention. It’s gross.”

“Pretty sure you said that already. Maybe I do. Maybe you like it.” I winked, popping the carrot stick in my mouth. She made it far too easy to drive her nuts.

“I don’t like anything about you.” She tried to kick me under the table again. I’d pulled my legs back, anticipating that move. Frustrated and annoyed, Storm flicked a baby tomato from her salad across the table at me.

I caught it and popped it in my mouth, angering her further. “Who’s immature now?”

When dinner was finished, our parents moved to the lounge chairs in the yard to drink and talk while soaking up the last sun rays of the day. The rest of us helped to clean up the table. I followed Storm into the house, putting empty dishes in the dishwasher.

“You can’t fool me with this nice guy act, Rebel. I know what kind of guy you are.” Storm ripped a plate from my hand, cramming it into the dishwasher so it crashed against other dishes.

I leaned on the kitchen counter, propping my chin in a hand. “Oh yeah? Why don’t you enlighten me?”

She waited for Chase and Arwen to go back outside for more dishes before snarling, “You’re a predator. A sick creep who preys on women, making a game out of driving them to insanity. From what I hear, you’re also a twisted freak who sells illegal goods on the black market.”

My amusement grew as she vented. So badly I wanted to grab her and bend her over the counter while I devoured her from behind. Would she still be this pissed off with my tongue in her pussy?

Ignoring her nasty accusations, I said, “I can’t wait to see those beautiful lips wrapped around my cock. I’m going to fuck your mouth until you’re crying and struggling for every breath.”

I’m not sure how I managed to keep a straight face when Storm’s jaw dropped. She surprised me by snatching a steak knife from the dishwasher, holding it tight in one hand.

“I dare you to fucking try it. I’ll cut your cock off and stuff it down your—”

Chase entered the kitchen with the last few dishes. Storm shut right up. Dropping the knife back into the dishwasher, she took off out of the kitchen into the backyard.

Chase eyed me suspiciously. “What’s your deal with my sister? Seriously. You need to leave her alone.”

“Is this the part where you threaten to kick my ass?” I asked, my tone bored. “Your sister is more than capable of taking care of herself. Did she tell you that she punched me in the face?”

“Yeah, that sounds like Storm,” Chase chuckled. He tossed a dishwasher tab into the machine and turned it on. “Still, if you do something to her, if I have to step in, I will.”

Nothing about Chase threatened me. He was built decent enough. I figured he could throw a solid punch. But he had no idea who he was talking to. People like him didn’t faze me. They didn’t even register on my radar.

“Sure. If you say so.” I turned to leave the kitchen, done with this interaction.

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