Rebel Revenge (Saint View Rebels Book 1)

I followed Rebel down the hall to my bedroom, closed the door, and leaned back on it.

She threw herself down on the bed and buried her face beneath the pillows.

I waited, giving her the time and space she needed.

Eventually, she poked her pretty little head out from beneath the mounds of pillows I’d bought for her. I didn’t give a shit about the stupid things. I didn’t even use one most of the time, too used to sleeping flat on a mattress that I couldn’t break the habit.

But the scratchy sheets I used to own were replaced the first time I’d taken her to bed. From then on, I’d bought nice ones. Ones with big numbers on the package ’cause Queenie had told me they were the good shit.

I didn’t want to give Rebel any reason not to come here. Hell, I would have bought sheets made of pure gold if that had gotten her to stay here permanently.

I wish it was that easy to keep her. But I didn’t only call her Pix because of her size. She was the very definition of a pixie, flittering around, impossible to tie down.

No matter how badly I wanted her, I would never clip her wings.

“What’s up, Pix?” I asked her eventually, when she hadn’t resurfaced.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she wailed. “I just let you make me come while Kiki and Amber were deep-throating Vaughn until he choked them with his man spoof.”

“I don’t know. Kiki looked like she was enjoying choking on his man spoof, as you put it.”

“Would you hate me if I said that was part of the problem?” She cringed. Then rushed on before I could even say anything. “I’m a horrible person. You are so sweet and good, and I am the worst.”

I was hardly good nor sweet, and she was far from horrible. I knew horrible people. I’d not only grown up with them but surrounded myself with them even now. Not my brothers, though none of them were angels. But the people we dealt with on a daily basis were questionable at best, even if War did try to work with those who held the same morals and ethics we did. It wasn’t always possible.

Pushing off the wall, I put one knee on the bed. I wrapped my fingers around her ankle and pulled it, sliding her down the bed and out from beneath the pillows.

Fuck, she was gorgeous, with her cute, upturned nose and wide eyes, her face framed by the wild, messed-up lengths of her hair. “You, Pix, are the least horrible thing in my life. You have no fucking idea how not horrible you are.” I crept my fingers up the insides of her calves and spread her knees. “Especially when you’re lying in my bed with no panties on and still wet from riding my face.”

She spread her legs wider, letting me crawl up the bed and settle in between them. I hovered over her, my dick still hard behind my jeans, pressed up against her core, my weight all on my forearms.

“You wouldn’t say that if you knew what I just did,” she whispered.

“You came on my tongue.”

“Because Vaughn told me to.”

Her face was completely open and vulnerable. It was one of the things I loved about her. I always knew exactly where I stood with her because she was honest to a fault. “I know.”

She paused mid self-loathing wail. “You knew?”

“I heard Vaughn tell you to come with him.”

“Maybe he was talking to Kiki. She certainly seemed to think he was.”

“He wasn’t.” You didn’t say that sort of thing to a woman you didn’t care about. I doubted Vaughn had even cared whether Kiki was getting off or not.

But Rebel, he cared about.

I’d seen enough of the way he looked at her before I buried myself beneath her pussy. The attraction between them was so obvious a blind man would have noticed. I dragged her strapless top down with one sharp tug and took her nipple in my mouth, sucking and licking her.

Her fingers found my hair tie, and she pulled it out, snapping it around her wrist. She stroked her fingers through the loose strands of hair, scratching lightly against my scalp while watching me suck her tits.

I loved she didn’t even come close to filling my hand. It just made it all the easier to lick every inch of her.

“Pix,” I murmured around her nipple.

“Yeah?” Her voice sounded far off, the way it did when she was getting lost in the things I did to her. “If you want Vaughn, I understand.”

She stopped stroking my hair and sat up, shoving me away. “What does that mean?”

I sat back on my knees. “I want you to have everything you want.”

“I don’t want Vaughn.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, and I don’t want your pussy for breakfast.”

The corner of her mouth turned up. “Was that humor, Fang…fuck, I don’t even know your last name.”

“It’s Garrisen.”

“Mine is Kemp.”

“I know.”

She sighed. “Of course you do. Because you’re a good guy.”

More like because I’d been stupidly fucking in love with her for at least a year, so I paid attention whenever she was around or when mutual friends spoke about her. I prowled forward, resting my hands on the mattress, either side of her ass, so our faces were closer. “You aren’t a bad person, Rebel. I know what this is. Where I stand with you. If that’s all I ever get to have with you, then that will be enough.”

She covered her face with her hands and shook her head. “Nooooo. That’s not fair to you. I wish I could give you more, but I just have nothing to give. I watched my mother fall for men over and over, and it always ended with her on the floor in the fetal position, barely able to function. She had me to pick her up and put her to bed and bring in money to pay the bills. I don’t have that luxury. I can’t afford for a man to destroy me. Not even one as sweet and good as you.”

Her shoulders shook quietly.

I wrapped my fingers around hers and drew them down so I could see her tearstained face. “I’ll never hurt you.”

“You would never mean to. But, Fang, you would. Or worse, I’d hurt you. I couldn’t live with that.”

My desperation wasn’t pretty, but this felt a whole lot like slipping right back to where we always did. With the two of us being fuck buddies and nothing more. I didn’t want that. “I can share you, Pix. It might fucking kill me, but if that’s what you want, then I’ll do it. It works out pretty well for War and Bliss and the other guys.”

She went quiet for a moment, stroking her fingers across the stubble of my beard. Eventually, she answered. “It’s not fair of me to ask that from you.”

“It’s better than where we’ll end up if I smother you and make you run.” I leaned into her touch and closed my eyes. “You just need to promise me one thing.”

“What?”

I opened my eyes to gaze into hers. “I need you to pick guys who are going to watch out for you like I do. Hell, it might be a good thing. I could actually sleep today because I knew Kian was there for you when I couldn’t be. I like him.”

“You do?” She cocked her head to one side. “You aren’t bi, are you?”

I snorted on a laugh. “I don’t like him like that.”

She giggled. “More’s the pity. The two of you would be freaking hot together.”

I pressed her back into the bed. “I’d rather get hot with you.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck and smiled softly. “Me too.”

The pride that rushed through me at making her smile was ridiculous. It was such a small thing, but it lit me up inside every time. I hadn’t been lying when I said I’d do anything, including watch her date other men, if that’s what brought her happiness.

I wasn’t happy if she wasn’t. I was man enough to recognize I didn’t fill every gap in her life. She wouldn’t be my Pix if I tried to keep her in a cage.

I hoped Vaughn and Kian knew that too.

I’d make sure they did. No one was fucking hurting her ever again. Not even me.

I undid the button on her skirt, and she helped me lower it down her hips. Her sweet little pussy was right there, bare and just begging me to suck it again. So I did. I buried my face between her thighs once more and reveled in being back in my favorite place in the world. This room. At this club. Where outside, my brothers had my back, and in here, I had the woman I would compare every other to.

None would ever come close.

I needed her naked. Needed to mark every inch of her body with my kiss, and my hands, and my tongue, before she let anyone else do it. Her top was already around her middle, but I pushed at it, and she dragged it off the rest of the way.

She lay quietly beneath me, her eyes big when I dragged my gaze up her body to her face.

I stopped. “Are you okay?”

She nodded. “Better than okay.”

“I need you to tell me how far I can go.”

“I’m yours.”

They were words I’d always wanted to hear her say, except I knew she didn’t mean them the way I wanted her to. I would be okay with that if it killed me. “I want to fuck you, Pix. But I’m scared I’m going to hurt you.”

She shook her head reassuringly. “You won’t. Of all the people in this world, Fang, you’re the only one I trust to be the first after…”

After those fucking assholes had taken what wasn’t theirs.

She pressed my head down between her legs again. “You don’t get angry when your tongue is down there.” She winked at me.

I was sure I fell in love with her all over again. But I shoved that feeling aside and made her come, working her body just the way I knew she liked.

Her moans were loud, echoing around my sparsely furnished room. I hoped every man outside heard them. Vaughn in particular, so he knew what he had to live up to.

With her blissed-out on the bed beneath me, I put one hand to the back of my shirt and yanked it over my head, then stood and took my boots and socks and jeans off.

She blinked open her eyes and curled up on her side, gloriously naked.

“Condom,” she murmured.

“I’m always careful with you.”

“I know. I just want you to be extra careful now.”

I ripped the top off the condom, but she held a hand out for it. “Let me.”

I let her take it from my fingers and hissed when she stroked her hand up and down my shaft a few times. Her other hand cupped and massaged my balls. The fact she was there, naked in my bed, her arousal and my saliva still shining on her inner thighs, had me counting sheep in my head to make sure I didn’t finish this too soon.

Eventually, she rolled the condom on and lay back on the bed.

A flash of nerves appeared in her eyes when I covered her body. “You can say no, Pix. Any time. Before or during. You know that, right? This is only about you and what you want.”

She wrapped her legs around my waist, letting my erection nudge at her entrance. “I want this,” she whispered. “It was a big part of my life, and I want to know I can still enjoy it. That they didn’t take that from me too.” She strained up to kiss my mouth. “Just go slow. Don’t stop kissing me.”

I nodded, my heart fucking ripping open at her vulnerability, while pride swirled through me as well, knowing it was me she trusted to do this. Me she wanted when she was scared.

I wanted to tell her I loved her.

But I knew it would ruin it. That it would have the exact opposite effect I was hoping for. So I used my tongue to explore her mouth instead of saying a word. I kissed her until she hugged me tight, planting my body on top of hers. I kissed her until she made tiny whimpering noises of need, and she rocked her hips back and forth, trying to get me to her entrance.

I kissed her until she dragged my hips down so my cock filled her. Then I waited until she pulled off my mouth breathlessly and begged, “Please!”

With my lips on hers, I thrust into her. I had her so primed, there was no resistance, but I still moved painfully slowly, driving us both crazy, but it felt too good to hurry.

I rocked in and out of her body until her hips rose and fell in erratic thrusts as she lost control, needing more than the pace I’d offered.

“Fuck me, Fang. Stop holding back. Please!”

It was the permission I’d been waiting for. I gradually picked up the pace, each stroke gaining a little momentum until we were at the perfect tempo.

“Harder,” she groaned.

I knew exactly what she meant. I grabbed her hands, pinning her to the bed and driving home, my pubic bone grinding on her clit so her eyes rolled back. But I kept the pace the same. Silent, strong thrusts, deep inside her until her breaths turned to pants and her moans grew loud once more.

I fucking loved how vocal she was. What you saw with Rebel was what you got. There was never any holding back.

“Fang!” she moaned.

“Milo,” I whispered in her ear.

Her eyes flew open in surprise.

I didn’t stop. But I had wanted her to know something about me.

She smiled softly, but then I slammed back inside her, and her shout of pleasure was all I heard. It filled my ears, my chest, my entire being.

Those three little words sat on my tongue again, but I buried them in her neck instead.

“I’m coming!”

She didn’t need to tell me. I felt it in the spasm of her pussy, it suddenly gripping tight around my cock. The words I wanted to say turned into groans of ecstasy as she drove me right over the edge with her.

The room spun so I closed my eyes and thrust my hips against hers, riding us both out until she begged me for mercy.

Coming inside her was always the sweetest form of torture.

I flopped down on the mattress, wanting to be on top of her but terrified my weight would crush her. Instead, I pulled her on top of me, the both of us a sticky, sweaty mess of arms and limbs and well-satisfied urges.

She dropped her head down on my chest, and I kissed the top of it.

“You need to get off me so I can take care of the condom.”

She shook her head. “Just one more minute. Then you can go.”

I wasn’t ever able to say no to her. I stroked my fingers up and down her spine, feeling each ridge and bump, sure they were more prominent than the last time I’d had her like this.

“Are you eating?”

She lifted a sleepy head. “Yeah. Sure.”

But her eyes didn’t meet mine.

I swept my hands over her rib cage which was all too prominent. I would take care of that. I would convince Kian and Vaughn to keep an eye on it too.

Whatever she needed, I would get it for her.