Page 84 of Rebellious

I smooth my hands across his shoulders. “I’m fine,” I admit. “It just feels a smidge more super-sized than I thought.”

He rolls his eyes, but the tension eases from his shoulders as he trails a line of kisses down my neck. Arching, I allow him better access as the pain eases to something more manageable.

“Aspen?”

I look down and find his worried gaze. Stroking his face, I lean up and press his lips to mine. “I’m fine, I promise.”

He nods, but it’s forced.

“Move, BJ,” I tease. “Don’t make me steal your glory and ride you on our first time.”

That seems to help, since a smile tugs at his mouth. “You sure?”

I’m as sure as one can be. “Yes, please move.”

He needs no more convincing. Moving his knee for a better angle, he gets leverage and boy does he move. The first push is aggressive, pounding me hard enough to steal my breath. I can’t even be mad, though, as he moves against me, slipping his arms under my butt, lifting me so he can get deeper.

“Oh, wow,” I say, back arching, hands gripping his shoulders.

“Please God, tell me that’s a good wow and not a ‘wow, please stop’.” His words are broken by begging pants of breath. Even if it hurt, I would never stop him, not with the intensity in his gaze as he volleys between my eyes and where he disappears within me. He’s beautiful, like a noble warrior, finally claiming what’s his.

“I love you,” he says, before his eyes pinch closed, shutting me out. “I tried not to, but no matter what I do, my love for you only continues to grow with every day that goes by.”

I reach for his face. “Bennett, look at me.”

His eyes flash open, his stare transparent and vulnerable.

“I love you too.”

Nothing more needs to be said. There’s no point in bringing up that we don’t have to fight this. We don’t have to hide our love from our families or ourselves. It will never matter. For Bennett, our love means choosing between his father and me. I can’t ask him to do that. I can’t expect him to, but I can hope that one day, just like the rules, he’ll find a way to make us work.

His gaze drifts to our chests where we wrote the last rules. As he thrusts, we watch as the words wash from our skin.

“It’s done,” I tell him. “No more rules bind us.”

He shakes his head. “I can’t—” His hips push in and out faster, his cock filling me to the hilt. “I won’t last,” he whispers.

I don’t know if he means right now or for the summer. Hell, he could mean the rest of our lives.

Either way, I’ll never regret loving him.

“That’s okay,” I assure him. Because I will last for the both of us.

With one last thrust, I cry out. Bennett’s mouth swallows my screams as we let go of years’ worth of want and heartbreak. Years’ worth of forbidden love.

Summers are not endless

Aspen

“No…”

The whine is super cute. “I need to check your sugar,” I tell him, prying his fingers from my hip. After we ran the water cold, we made it to the bed where I let him tell me how sorry he was for banging my head on the shower door when he stumbled getting out.

It didn’t hurt, and honestly, I was high-fiving myself for making this graceful quarterback a fumbling mess with only my pussy. But if he wanted to go down on me as a way of an apology, then who was I to argue?

“My sugar is fine,” he mumbles, still not letting me up.

“You’re sleep deprived and enjoying naked time. I highly doubt you’d know if your sugar is high.” He also hasn’t eaten in a while.

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