Page 117 of Ruptured
Hearing the whispers about Rebel Caldwell’s beauty and ferocity and experiencing it firsthand couldn’t compare. She was the most stunning girl he’d ever chatted up. Who’d ever liked him back. She was the first girl he didn’t see as a dollar sign or an easy lay. As he’d told Rebel on their date, girls paid his way. Unfortunately, he hadn’t met a rich chick willing to payallhis expenses. Now that he had found one—Rebel—he had no interest in playing that game.
Besides, not only wouldn’t she do it, CJ, Diesel, and Outlaw would fucking kill him.
Mrs. Caldwell swung her legs over the side of her bed and grabbed her IV pole. “I’m going to visit Jo,” she announced, lumbering to her feet and adjusting the robe draped one shoulder because of the IV. She wore the other side as she should.
Kaia pretended not to notice her beauty. He’d flirted with her once before he realized she was his friend’s mom. She didn’t look her age.
“I’m texting Bishop,” Rebel called, “so he can meet you at the door with a wheelchair.”
“Thanks, love,” Mrs. Caldwell said, limping along, making decent time despite her cumbersome cast.
“I must look at wreck,” Rebel said, the moment her mother left.
“Actually, you’re still amazingly gorgeous,” Kaia said honestly, his heart pounding at her nearness. He wanted to call her his with frightening intensity. “Tragically,” he added, nodding to her sad face.
“The whole fucking thing is tragic.”
“It is, but you’re alive and he’s alive. Once he gets help, things can be corrected.”
“I’m so angry with him.” Rebel sniffled and swiped at the tears once again slipping down her cheeks. “I don’t want to beat him up all the time though,” she confessed. “Just half the time. That fucking doofus. I would’ve haunted the fuck out of him if he’d drowned me.”
Kaia smiled.
“I’m so mad at what he did to me, but I’m furious that he almost killed Momma. Just because she was trying to help me.” Her lips and chin trembled and Kaia almost fell to his knees in worship. “I don’t know how I feel actually.”
“Don’t talk,” he told her.
Before Diesel and Fia left this morning, Kaia asked if Rebel really wanted to see him. Diesel assured him she did and promised he’d call to allow Kaia entrance onto the unit.
Before sitting on the edge of Rebel’s bed, Kaia dug into the interior pocket of his jacket and pulled out a small notepad.
“Poetry. Written especially for you.”
“I love your poetry.”
“I know, sweetheart. You’re my inspiration. I’ve written more than I ever have.” He met her blue eyes and words flowed to him. “Your eyes are like the bluest ocean. I can jump into them and drown myself.”
“You have pretty amazing eyes yourself,” she whispered, her radiance dimmed.
He thought of Fia’s red nipples and wondered how Rebel’s looked. Except he didn’t need to see them to offer her a compliment. He studied her mouth. “Your lips are like the reddest nipples that I want to suck on.”
She giggled.
“You like that?”
“Definitely,” she said without hesitation.
“Do you want more? Can you handle it?”
“You’re so sweet,” she said. “I like you so much, Kaia.”
Fia came to mind again and unease slid into him. He didn’t want Rebel, or CJ, to know he’d slept with her. Diesel swore it would remain between the three of them. But in the cold light of day, after Kaia had eaten her pussy, and she’d sucked and fucked him, he couldn’t shake the sense of looming disaster.
“Tell me more, Kaia.”
He shoved aside his worry and smiled at Rebel. “You’re like the thickest bathroom rug.”
She frowned. “I’m swollen?”
