The Rebel - Raleigh Ruebins Page 0,31

mean… wanted you.”

It was strange to be talking about anything with Liam in the present tense. But he’d come screaming back into my life and at this point, I couldn’t help it.

“What are you talking about?” he said. “I thought I was some sort of charity case for you.”

“Fuck, no,” I said. “You’re rough around the edges, but Jesus, you’re more genuine than almost anyone else I’ve ever met. I always knew you were being real with me. Snarky asshole.”

He laughed, which turned into a light moan, almost like it was painful for him to hear a compliment. I heard him let out a slow breath, but he didn’t protest. My hand had been motionless around my cock and I started stroking it again, slowly but deliberately.

“When I felt you all hard up against my leg I almost lost it. I haven’t felt that way in a long time.”

“You felt it?” he said.

“Of course I did.”

“I knew it had to be pretty obvious. I thought you might be upset.”

I sucked in air through my teeth. “Should have been. But I wasn’t. At all.”

I paused, feeling my pulse pounding in my throat, my chest, my dick. I was so tense I was about to explode.

There was no denying it anymore. None of this should have happened—the dream, the phone call, him moving to Amberfield. But here we were, in the middle of the night, admitting that we still craved each other.

“And you always took my cock so fucking well,” I said, my voice low, almost hoarse.

He moaned softly in response. “God.”

“What?”

“I have to make myself come,” Liam said. I could picture him there in his room, fist around his cock just like mine was. “God, fuck it. If… if you were here right now I would beg you to come inside me.”

“Christ,” I said. My cock throbbed in my fist and for a split second I thought I might lose it and come. I took a long breath in, staving it off.

“I’m sorry,” he said. There was that pleading in his voice, the kind he always used to get when he was begging for me, and it was doing all sorts of things to my brain.

“You don’t have to apologize,” I said.

“I do, though.”

“I’m so close. I almost just came, too,” I admitted, finally letting myself stroke my cock again.

“You can imagine that you’re coming inside me, instead,” he offered. “If you need to, you know. To… to help you finish.”

“Fuck, Liam, I’m not going to have any problems finishing,” I said, already feeling a little out of breath.

“I’m having trouble not finishing.”

“Me too.”

“I meant what I said, though,” Liam told me. “If you need an… an outlet, I’m right here. You can come fuck me anytime you need to, Red. God, I would let you do anything you wanted to me—”

I was so turned on I was going to explode.

Did he mean it? Did he really fucking mean that?

My whole body was burning hot now and I gave up trying to push away my orgasm, gripping myself and pumping as hard as I’d wanted to.

“I’m gonna come, Liam—” I said. The image of him wouldn’t leave my mind as he spoke to me on the other end of the phone and I began to feel myself losing control.

“Please come, Red,” he said. “I want to hear it. Come for me like I know you can, because I’m losing it right now, too—”

“Fuck,” I whispered as sensation pooled in the base of my cock and I came, so hard I felt it hit my chin. I couldn’t process how fucking hot it was hearing him speak low into the phone, right into my ear, and how badly I wished he were next to me in this bed.

As my muscles went slack the phone dropped to the pillow beneath me, and from a few inches away I could hear Liam let out a long, slow moan, the same kind he used to make when I was deep inside him.

He was coming. And I wished I were there to take all of it, to drink him down, to hold him as he caught his breath.

My heart slammed in my chest. My head was spinning and my whole body hot as I reached over and grabbed a fistful of tissues, cleaning myself up. I breathed deep and brought the phone to my ear again, lying back on my pillow with my eyes shut.

I had no idea what to say, but I could hear him