Page 38 of Rebellious

It’s the only way we can be together and not break his rules.

The shower turns on and Bennett pushes down his sweats, his bare ass smooth and firm from the million squats he does every day.

His back muscles flex as he tosses the clothes in the hamper, stepping up to the mirror. He hesitates a moment, his shoulders slumping just before he takes a step inside the shower, disappearing from my view.

I slide out of the bed just like I have every time this happens and remove my shirt. The air inside the bathroom grows humid, a comforting warmth as I inhale and move deeper inside. His back is turned, a gentlemanly thing he does while I remove my panties, coming to stand in front of the glass, naked and wanting.

Pressing my palm against the frosted shower door, I take a deep breath. He turns, facing me, the outline of his big body feeling enormous in the small space. His eyes are pained as he allows himself only one look before locking onto my eyes and dragging his palm up the glass door, mirroring mine.

He’s already breathing heavy when his free hand goes to his cock and grips, stroking himself until he leans his head against the glass. It’s my turn now. This routine as practiced as tying one’s shoes.

My hand drifts down my stomach to my center, pausing briefly and catching his gaze. My body aches for his touch, his strength, and his honor. The rules may keep us separated but our bond has never had barriers. I may love this man and crave him inside me, but I can respect his honor and loyalty to those he loves. I’ve waited this long; I can wait longer.

Reaching my center, my fingers dip into the wetness, smearing it up to the bundle of nerves tingling under Bennett’s watchful gaze. I press harder, the pressure overwhelming. Bennett’s eyes close, his hand picking up the pace, jerking harshly as if he’s punishing himself more than enjoying the moment.

With one hand on the shower door and the other on my sensitive flesh, I match his pace. It’s fast, aggressive, and blissfully painful. But I won’t allow him to suffer alone. Whether or not I agree with the way he handles things, I will always be there for him, especially when he’s punishing himself for loving me.

This act right here is one rule we’ve never written. Sure, we straddle the line on the no nakedness rule, but the exception in this case being, the frosted glass is a barrier, and prevents me from actually seeing the hard lines of his body while he jerks off to the thought of me doing the same.

Here, we can be together, satiating the need for one another.

Bennett groans, the sound faint and tortured while his forehead presses against the glass.

He’s close.

Following suit, I rest my head against the glass, my eyes closing, taking in his harsh grunts as he works himself into a frenzy, finally moaning his release. It’s a sound I dream of; the only sound that sends me over the edge.

24 hours of no rules

Bennett

“Here’s my card.” He looks at Aspen with wistful desire. “Call me. I’ll show you around Boston.”

I can feel my heart pounding; my fists are clenched so hard, it’s likely they are turning white.

“Sure.”

Aspen’s smile is fake, but she still takes the bastard’s card and slides it into her back pocket. I knew this would happen. I’ve thought about it. I’ve prepared for it. For fuck’s sake, I’ve made rules to ensure I could handle it when the time came, but none of it is helping. All I want to do is shove Liam, flip Aspen over my shoulder, and drive us somewhere no one will find us.

For fuck’s sake. I’ve resorted to thoughts of kidnapping.

Liam kisses the top of her hand.

Yeah, kidnapping sounds good right about now. Or murder. Either would make me feel better.

“Bye, Liam. It was nice to meet you.”

It’s the dinner nightmare that keeps playing through my head. The run with my father did nothing to quell the rage.

“Bennett,” Aspen whispers, her head still bowed on the shower door.

I squeeze my eyes shut. “Yeah?”

“I’m sorry.” Her words are somber, and the fact that she even feels like she needs to say them, cuts deep.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

It’s the truth. Aspen doesn’t need to tell me if she kept in contact with Cooper Lexington. The problem is I was more angry with the fact she was talking to another guy. Because that’s what our relationship has come to. I get jealous over everyone—the new boss, Liam, or the high school senior, Cooper—anyone I fear could take Aspen away from me.

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