The Rebel - Raleigh Ruebins Page 0,74

Took everything in me not to slide my lips around it. Maybe next time.

Christ. After reading the end of the note, my afternoon wood was certainly at full attention now.

I went to go take a shower and instantly my hand found its way around my cock. I was thinking only about Red’s lips sliding around me. I wished like hell he had woken me up by blowing me. I pumped myself hard and in around two minutes I’d already lost control, coming hard as the shower water pounded all around me.

I picked up my phone after the shower. As usual, Colin had attempted to text me and leave me multiple voicemails, but I ignored every single notification from him. I didn’t even bother opening them anymore.

For the first time, I felt strong enough to say definitively that Colin was a part of my past, even if it meant never getting my money back again.

Fuck it, I thought. While still dripping wet, I took a naked selfie where the bottom of the photo cut off at the bottom of my stomach, right before my cock. I sent it over to Red. I texted him right after sending the photo.

>>Liam: Yes. Next time, please don’t hesitate to suck me awake. And can that next time be tomorrow? Let’s film another video tonight.

>>Red: Good lord, hell yes. You sure you’re ready to make another video?

>>Liam: Ready as I’ll ever be.

>>Red: Deal. Mitch and Sam are closing tonight, so I can be at your place by ten.

I pointed the camera at my cock, already half-hard again even after I’d just come so recently. I took a photo and sent it to him, adrenaline rushing through me as I hit send.

>>Liam: I’ll be here. Just like this.

It felt insanely good to be texting like this with Red. At this point, I could handle the idea of thousands and thousands of people having eyes on Red online. I got to have this version of him—the version that was willing to wake me up with blow jobs, that wanted to send me messages at any time of day, that spent the night next to me in bed, just because.

Maybe this was enough.

Almost like opening myself up to letting someone care about me—for real, this time—was the thing I should have been doing all along.

15

Red

From the moment I saw the blond-haired man walk through the front door of the tavern, I knew there was going to be trouble.

“Well, fuckin’ hell, it is a gay bar,” he said, his wide eyes scanning all around the place like he was looking for someone.

“Evening,” Sam said, emerging from the back hallway. “We welcome anyone. But we are pretty much gay as hell. Welcome.”

“It’s you,” the blonde guy said, pacing up to the bar and sitting down, peering at Sam.

Sam cocked his head to one side. “Do we know each other? Were you that guy at James’ party a few weeks ago? Because that was fun and all, but I’m not really looking for a repeat—”

“You’re the guy from the picture,” the blond man said, fixing Sam with a hard stare. “You were with Hardy. Where is he? I know he comes here.”

Ice-cold worry started to creep through my stomach.

“What’s your name, bud?” I asked him as I finished drying off a pint glass.

“Colin Fenworth, very nice to meet you,” he said, holding out his hand to shake mine.

“From Los Angeles? You knew Liam?”

“I know Hardy, yes, and it took me two airplanes and a disgusting shuttle bus to get to this podunk town, so I hope to God he’s somewhere around this place.”

Colin ran his hand through his hair, shaking a little like he was grossed out by the mere thought of being in the middle of nowhere, Kansas.

“So you’re him, huh?” I said. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

I pulled out my phone, heading toward the back hallway and shooting Liam a quick text.

>>Red: You heard from Colin lately?

>>Liam: No. I ignore all his messages.

>>Red: Understood.

>>Liam: Wait… why? What’s up?

As I was typing out another message to Liam, I heard a shout from the front of the bar. I pocketed my phone and headed back out to see Colin scrambling around on the floor, grabbing a bag of white powder and hastily pocketing it.

Sam came toward me, speaking under his breath.

“This guy is fucking nuts,” Sam said, giving me a look that said please help.

“You don’t know the half of it,” I muttered.

“He said he saw the