Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
I’m pretty sure I’ve made a mess of the sheets, but Rebel doesn’t seem ta mind as he licks my pussy while continuin’ ta tease my arse. When he finally slips his fingers and thumb from me, I’m still shakin’. I look down ta see him kneelin’ on the bed, watchin’ me with a smile on his face.
“That was…” I’m not sure what ta say, but I do know I want ta try it again, because I’ve not felt so much pleasure before. Especially with somethin’ so illicit.
“Now, ye’re goin’ta come on my cock,” he tells me as he hovers over me, and I feel him nudge my entrance. With every inch of him slippin’ into me, I gasp at the way he throbs, causin’ my walls ta pulse around him. “And soon, I’m goin’ta claim that tight, wee arse of yers as well.”
Another promise that has desire coilin’ in my gut. I need another orgasm, and I know he’ll deliver it with a smile on his face.
“I want anythin’ ye’re willin’ ta offer,” I tease him before I pull him in fer a kiss.
I can taste myself on his lips, and I suck his tongue gently, teasin’ it with my own. The movement has him groanin’ as he thrusts into me. His movements are urgent, and I know he’s close.
Reachin’ fer his arse, I grip him and pull him in closer. I need everythin’ he has ta give. Rebel fucks me harder, pushin’ my legs wide apart, so I’m nothin’ more than a vessel fer him ta use. The idea of it has pleasure zippin’ through my veins. Fer him, I’d do anythin’.
“Feck, Lia,” he hisses as he slams me into the mattress, and I can’t do anythin’ but grip the sheets, my fingers diggin’ into the soft material. ‘I’m goin’ta come,” he warns, and I can’t help but smile as I watch him lose all control. There’s nothin’ sexier than seein’ a man come undone fer ye.
His hips slap into mine one last time before I feel him fillin’ me up. He reaches between us, his finger on my clit, massagin’ me until I’m archin’ off the bed once more. My body obeyin’ him as another release shudders through me, and I chant his name like a feckin’ prayer on a Sunday mornin’.
While we recover, we lie quietly fer a moment, Rebel still hoverin’ over me, watchin’ me as he smiles.
“What?” I ask.
Suddenly, I feel shy. I’m not sure why. We’ve had sex before, but this time was a little different.
“I just love ye,” he tells me. “I can’t stop my heart from feelin’ as if it’s too full. It makes no sense, but when I see ye happy, that makes me happy.”
Tears sting my eyes, but I fight them back. I don’t want ta get emotional, but he does say the most beautiful things sometimes.
“How is it that a rough and dangerous biker can be so sweet?” I challenge him with a giggle.
We shift so I’m lyin’ in the crook of his arm with my arm restin’ on his chest as his fingertips circle my shoulder.
“I just saw how much Ma and Da loved each other.” Rebel gets a faraway look in his eye as he speaks. “And deep down, I always wanted that fer myself because I knew it was possible ta find someone who makes ye a better version of yerself.”
I understand what he means. “Aye. I think that’s what they call true love. Or even a fairy tale romance.”
I smile at him, and I know I’ve found my own version of a prince.
SEVENTEEN
REBEL
The smoke I blow out dissipates in the air as I look at the rain pissin’ down. It’s goin’ta be winter soon, which means I can plan our trip ta see Ma.
Life has been quiet, easy even. I don’t know how long it’s goin’ta last, seein’ as there’s always somethin’ happenin’ when it comes ta the club. But with the weapons arrivin’ regularly from Italy, and the shipments goin’ out no problem, we’ve had a steady income fer a few months now.
Racer joins me, and I can feel him starin’ at me.
“Ye’re different,” he says after a long bout of silence. “I can tell ye’re finally at peace.”
“Aye?” Archin’ a brow, I look over at him. “Can ye explain what ye mean?” I inhale deeply on the cigarette as I look at him. I’ve known Kellen fer a long while.
“Callia is good fer ye, mate,” he tells me as he lights up his own smoke.
Grey skies loom overhead, and I wonder if it’s a forebodin’ sign that somethin’ more is comin’, or if the rain the storm brings will wash away the past.
“She is,” I agree without debate.
In the past, I would’ve come up with reasons as ta why I couldn’t be with her. I no longer have that problem. I can’t think of any. It’s a good sign. I’m sure of it.