Page 68 of Rebel's Fairytale

“Woman, you are not looking at my brother’s ass,” Pike growled.

When he finally removed his hand, Pixie and Ruby looked at each other and burst out laughing.

Three minutes later, Rebel stepped out of his room, fully dressed, and said, “I don’t know where we got a pink hand towel from, but if you think I don’t know what you were doing, you’re wrong.” He held up a book, and sure enough, it was the book that contained the pink hand towel scene.

With a smile on his face, Rebel rounded the island and came up behind Ruby. He moved her hair from her neck and placed a kiss there, while Ruby’s face turned the color of a tomato.

Rebel

How they ended up playing that dice game with the pad of goals and the cup, Rebel didn’t know. It wasn’t very biker-esque, but it was making the women happy. There was more giggling going on around the table than he had ever heard.

He was glad he spent his day finding a dining room table and carting it home. Ruby had offered to let him borrow hers. That was when he realized he was going to need one with his Ruby in his life. She was a people person, and he would have guests over every weekend if it made her smile the way she was at that moment.

The four women were sitting together at one end of the table, trying to whisper to each other, but all the men, except Rock, had shifter hearing and could hear every word they said.

Rebel did not want to know Rock could do that with his tongue, but he did, and there was no way to erase that knowledge from his brain.

When Pixie started to describe some move that Pike did with his hips, Rebel stood. “I think I need some fresh air.”

“Me too,” Siren said and followed him toward the back door.

“Wait up,” Pike said with a grin on his face.

Rock looked confused, but he stood and followed them.

When they were all on the back deck, Rock shut the door and looked at them with a question on his face.

Pike pointed to his ear. “Shifter hearing. And… bravo, brother.”

Rock’s face broke out in a grin. “I don’t know what for, but thanks.”

“I can’t believe these fuckers interrupted me finding out exactly what move was Pixie’s favorite, but I’ll just experiment later until she tells me.”

Rebel just grinned. Yeah, he’d have company every weekend.

Niles

They thought they could just take over this town and do whatever the hell they wanted, and Niles wasn’t going to stand by and watch it happen. He had plans, good plans, plans that would let them know exactly who the fuck they were messing with.

He climbed out of his mother’s car and slammed the door shut. As he walked back to the trunk, he thought about the look on Mary’s face as she watched that fucker carry boxes into his damn house, and the way his daughter ran up to that fucker and hugged his legs. That shit couldn’t fucking stand. He had to do something.

The Howlers were nothing but a group of bullies and thieves, and he was going to put an end to their bullshit.

He opened the trunk and grabbed the shopping bag. After slamming the trunk shut, he stormed down the alley to the library. He set the bag down on the ground and removed one of the cans from inside. Shaking it, he edged toward the front corner of the building and looked around to see if anyone was there. The parking lot looked like a ghost town, and no one was on the streets or in front of the houses across the street.Perfect.

Taking a deep breath and preparing himself to get it done and get it done fast, Niles rounded the corner and began leaving the message on the brick of the building in hazard orange.

When he was done with the front, he switched out the cans for the lime color and went to the back of the building. He left his message there, before he grabbed the cans and bag, and hopped back in his mother’s car. He peeled out of the alley and headed out of town for the night.

If Mary was going to cheat on him with the fucker, he was going to go find him some pussy in Grand Rapids. Then when she had suitably paid for her misdeeds and apologized, he’d take her back, and life could go back to normal.

Chapter twenty-one

Ruby

WakingupinRebel’sarms was an amazing feeling. His hold on her let her know he was happy to have her there, even in his sleep. He always held her, but usually one of his hands was cupping something, a breast or between her thighs. She loved it.

This morning, she was on her back with him almost laying on top of her. One of his arms was straight on the bed, half under her pillow. His other arm was wrapped around her waist, and his head was using her breasts as pillows.

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