Page 19 of Indiscretion: Reckless Sin
“Stop that. You know that’s not true. You’ve been doing so well and making new friends at school, plus the girl you’re into,” I encourage. “It might be healthy for you to not rely so heavily on our calls anyway. It’s not like I’m going anywhere, but if I had a brain aneurysm and died tomorrow, I’d like to know you’d be okay. Can you do me a favor?”
“I can try. I’d do anything for you.”
“Invite a couple of your new school friends out for drinks tonight. Get a wingman or two and go talk to a girl, maybe try and dance with her. It’s Saturday night in New freaking York, and the party’s just beginning. Go enjoy being a twenty-something young guy living it up in the city.”
“Step out of my comfort zone, you mean.”
“Exactly. I’ll be a message away if you need me.”
He blows out a breath and weakly agrees.
“All right…”
“Fantastic! Let me know how things go and we’ll talk it through on our call tomorrow night.”
“Okay, goodnight, A.”
“Nighty night, Jax! Have fun!”
I feel so awkward as I walk up to Rebel, knowing he’s been listening in on my conversation. Especially since he hadn’t taken too kindly to everything with Ranger earlier. I could have lived a lifetime without being in the middle of that inconvenient display of whatever the hell that was.
A jealous Rebel is a difficult Rebel. It’s hot as hell, maybe too much to cope with. Especially after seeing Ranger like that in response. It made my chest ache because we’ll just never be what he wants and seeing him like that was unpleasant, to say the least.
“Um, hi,” I say feebly.
“C’mere Princess,” he responds, reaching out and grabbing me by my belt loops. It takes literally zero effort on his part to widen his stance and pull me into him. I barely stop myself from completely crashing into him with my reflexes landing my hands on his chest so I don’t topple over him—his very firm chest.
God help me.
“What—what are you doing?” I stutter nervously, my heartbeat pounding out a staccato beat as the blood pulses in my ears.
“I’m giving my girl a proper hello.” His smirk dropping off his face, giving me no notice before his lips meet my own. Really it’s more of an attack of his mouth against mine because Rebel is nothing if not a force to be reckoned with. I don’t hate it. I almost wish I could.
A small moan escapes me, and before I know it his sweatshirt is bunched up in my hands at his chest and I’m using the fabric to pull myself further into him. I meet his tongue with my own and we fall into perfect rhythm. How does he do that—make me his without question? It’s like we’re fused together by magic, and a lifetime of memories.
His hands roam up my back and then back down to grab handfuls of my ass and my brain malfunctions entirely. Suddenly I can’t think of anything other than how much I need this man. I want him so desperately, I forget where we are or why this is all so wrong because it feels so damn right.
“More,” I urge. “I need more Reb, please.” I whimper, feeling his smile against my mouth at my begging. This is what he needs from me; to feel wanted, needed even. He’s always craved to be the one I looked at with hearts in my eyes. I can give that to him now, and I will. But first he has to give me what I so desperately want from him.
“No sense in denying you what you so clearly need,” he replies.
Next thing I know, his mouth is swiftly removed from mine and I’m ready to cry at the loss. Then he flips me around so fast, I clumsily grasp for anything to help me recover. I shouldn’t have worried though because Rebs has me. He doesn’t let me fall.
I’m now face first against the cold cement wall of the building with Rebel behind me. Thankfully, it’s not too textured and I don’t have to worry too much about it scratching my face to shreds. When I feel his hard length grinding into my ass as his hands reach in front of me, undoing my belt buckle, any care of getting cut up flies from my mind. He makes quick work of my zipper and before I know how we even got to this place, my pants and panties are at the tops of my boots and Rebel’s on his knees with his face buried in my pussy from behind. My first thought is how awkward his positioning is, but that flies out the window when he wastes no time, eating me like a man starved. If he doesn’t care why should I.
And damn he’s good with his mouth.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Ohhhhh fuck.
“S-s-so good,” I breathe, barely restraining a scream that bubbles up my throat when his tongue meets my clit and a long lone finger breaches my entrance. It doesn’t take long before I’m crying out an orgasm and I feel Rebel standing at my back, pulling at my waist just enough to prompt me to arch my back in a way that feels like I’m offering myself up to him.
“Do you want more, baby?”
I can’t form words so I groan in response, slightly nodding my head. My inner walls clench tight at the sound of a condom wrapper tearing open and if I weren’t barely keeping myself upright against this wall, I’d figure out a way to touch him in all the ways I’ve always wished I could.
The guttural moan that escapes him when he enters me changes my life. It’s a sound I never knew I needed to hear and it’s genuinely life altering. He feels so fucking good. He feels like…mine.
“I wish we were doing this in a bed so I could look in your eyes as you come.”
