Guess flower children were down with using force on bigots.
Good to know.
She then turned and practically skipped up the walk.
“You good?” Speck asked.
“Yeah, brother,” Rush murmured.
Speck nodded and followed Essence.
Rush held on to Rebel.
Rebel held him back.
This lasted long beats before she mumbled into his chest, “He can’t know.”
Rush tightened his hold on her.
“They can’t know,” she amended. “They can’t know, Rush. They can never know.”
His Rebel girl, protecting the ones she loved.
He dropped his lips to her hair.
“They’ll never know, sweetheart.”
She pressed harder into him.
He breathed in her hair.
They stood like that for a while.
He ended the moment, saying, “We need to have a chat about the proper procedure for exiting a vehicle.”
He heard her giggle.
And that was when he knew it was good.
She tipped her head back and totally ignored his words.
Though he didn’t mind the subject change.
“Let’s go get iced tea. I need the caffeine rush for your blowjob.”
Rush looked into her pretty blue eyes.
And he smiled.
Tawny Kitaen
Rebel
Seven thirty-seven, Tuesday morning . . .
We were kissing.
I was on top, Rush inside. I was moving slowly, enjoying the feel of him filling me, gliding him out, taking him again, while his arm rested almost casually around my waist, the fingers of his other hand tangled in my hair, our mouths connected.
That morning, in my bed, it was just us. No drama had just occurred. No imminent nightmare was on the horizon. No relatives down the hall or about to show with donuts.
We could kiss. We could fuck. We could take all the time we wanted. We could be as loud as we wanted. We could be together, as close together as we could get, and get to know each other even better.
And after, I could make him my egg and bacon cheesy buttermilk biscuit sandwiches.
It was already shaping up to be the perfect day.
And we could use that.
For certain.
I knew Rush was ready to get busy when he rolled me. Linked my fingers in his. Lifted my hand over my head close to the crown and pressed it into the bed. His other hand going between us so he could roll my clit with his thumb.
I slid my hand down his spine and grabbed his ass.
We kissed through it, my fingers tensing in his, his tensing in mine, his rhythm speeding up, the force of his thrusts ramping, the pressure of his thumb increasing.
Until I broke the kiss and whispered, “Rush.”
Then my eyes closed, my neck arched, I clutched his flesh and it rolled over me, lazy and long and beautiful.
His came before mine was over, but I got to hear and feel and watch a bit before he tucked his face in my neck and gently sucked me there.
He didn’t let go of my hand and he didn’t stop moving inside me until he couldn’t do it anymore.
But he still didn’t let go of my hand or stop his lips working my neck.
“Happy anniversary,” I said.
His head came up. “What?”
“We met a week ago today,” I reminded him.
He stared down at me, those gemstone eyes a little hazy with residual sleep (I woke him up to get down to business), fucking, coming . . .
And being with me.
“That seems impossible,” he muttered.
“Well, it’s not official until later. You and your brothers hijacked me in the evening.”
“Babe, that is impossible.”
“No, it isn’t. A week ago today.”
“If you’re counting the hijacking, we met last Monday.”
“Oh,” I mumbled.
Shit, he was right.
Damn.
We missed our anniversary.
He gave me a sweet smile, rolled us to our sides and took our linked hands to his chest, pressing in and not letting go.
“Yeah,” he said.
“Okay, well then the anniversary of the first time we kissed,” I amended. “And now that phase one of celebrating is done, we’re going on to phase two and I’m making breakfast.”
His smile got bigger. “Babe.”
I made a move to pull away, saying, “I’ve gotta get on that. The biscuits take a while.”
His hand tightened in mine and he rolled slightly into me, preventing my exit from the bed.
“Babe,” he repeated.
I looked back into those eyes. “What?”
“Hate to remind you of this, but you’ve been off set for days. Your cast and crew just lost their funding. We don’t yet hold the title, but when we do, the brothers did not vote to fund one final porn film. And they won’t. Since they don’t want them, they’ll be down with taking the proceeds of Bang and infusing them in Luxe. But again, we don’t own that yet and