Page 38 of Rebel's Fairytale

When he watched her take that cut from Axle, it was as if his heart was whole again. She accepted every part of him, without hesitation, without an ounce of doubt. It was only fair that he returned that faith.

“Wes,” she uttered into the phone in that sweet voice of hers.

“Hey Angel,” he replied and relaxed back against his pillow, shoving his free hand behind his head.

“The kids in bed?”

“Yeah. They had a million questions today, but they seem to be excited for you guys to come live with us. Hunter is a bit leery about sharing a room, but we’ll make it work.”

“Miles and Jenna are over the moon. The second they found out, they started packing their rooms. I’ve never seen rooms be packed up that fast ever in my life.”

Rock chuckled. “I think they kinda like me.”

“Kinda? If I told Miles he could change his name to Wes, he would be all over it. Jenna already asked me if she could call you Dad.”

Rock’s heart clenched hard at that. He cleared his throat, trying to stop the tears that had suddenly appeared in his eyes. “Tell Jenna she can call me whatever she wants to call me.”

“That’s what I told her.”

Needing to change the subject before he ended up sounding like a sap on the phone, he asked, “Where are you?”

“In bed,” Diamond replied with a sexy lilt to her voice. “Where are you?”

“In my bed, smelling your sweet scent on the pillow next to me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Every time I smell it, I get hard as a damn rock.”

The giggle he heard didn’t help the fact that he was hard. “Do you need help with that?”

“Diamond, the only help I need is to close my eyes and think of you, but the sound of your voice doesn’t hurt.”

“Let me listen, Wes.”

Not needing any more encouragement, Rock moved his hand from behind his head and slid it into the front of his pajama pants, palming his erection. “You want to hear me come for you, Angel?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

Stroking his cock, he asked, “Are you touching yourself?”

“Mm-hmm,” she replied.

Rock closed his eyes and pictured his Diamond with one hand teasing her clit and the other playing with her nipple.Fuck. That alone could make him shoot like a fucking teenager.

“Slide two fingers in that pretty pussy and fuck yourself for me.”

He heard her shifting around. Then he heard her let out the sweetest gasp, followed by a sexy as hell moan.

“Wish I was there, Angel. I’d replace those fingers with my own as I licked and sucked that little clit of yours until you came all over my face. You know how much I love tasting you.”

“Wes,” she moaned.

Wes quickened the strokes on his erection and tightened his grip. “Fuck yourself harder, Angel. And rub your clit with the heel of your hand.”

“I am,” she cried. Then he heard her panting heavily, and he knew what that meant.

“That’s it, Angel. Fuck yes. Come for me.”

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