Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
“More, Rosie. I need more from you, baby. I need everything,” Rebel grunted out. The way he slammed into her and then rotated his hips, rubbing her clit, had an overload of sensations moving through her.
Even before she’d slept with him she knew he was it, that there would be no other guy for her.
Young as she was, Rosie knew what she wanted, and what she wanted was Rebel’s love, always.
He was looking at her, and she leaned forward for a kiss, needing his mouth on hers. They breathed out at the same time, their tongues pressed together, sliding along the others. While still kissing Rebel thrust into her like a madman.
One.
Two.
Three.
He stilled on that last thrust, burying himself fully in her. Rosie swore she could feel him harden even further inside of her, and this gasp left her lips.
The deep sounds of pleasure he made, was almost enough to have Rosie coming again.
As the seconds moved by she felt his body grow less taut, and her own started to relax as reality rushed into her again. Rebel started breathing easier, and with each passing moment she felt even closer to him.
Rolling away from her they lay there side-by-side, the only sound filling the room that of their breathing.
After several seconds he leaned over and kissed her head, and she couldn’t help but smile at how good it felt to have him give her that simple act. She stared at the ceiling, feeling deliciously sore in all the right places, but exhausted all the same.
Closing her eyes and still trying to catch her breath, Rosie felt lightheaded and thoroughly sated. Rebel pulled her over to him, and she snuggled into the hardness of his chest.
For a long while they did nothing but lie there, their breathing eventually matching an even tempo. With the stillness and silence surrounding them, Rosie knew she wanted their relationship had been out in the open.
“We need to tell them.” She knew she wouldn’t have to elaborate on whom she was talking about.
Rebel smoothed his hand over her hair. “I’m ready when you are.”
She tilted her head back and looked up at him. Rebel was staring at the ceiling, his expression relaxed. He must have sensed her staring at him because he looked over at her.
“I want my dad and your mom to know. I want everyone to know I love you, that you’re mine.” He kissed her on the forehead. “You make everything better, make me feel like I don’t hurt.” He smiled then. “You’re my very own painkiller, and I don’t want to ever lose you.”
What a thing to say.
She smiled and rested her head on his chest, feeling pretty damn lucky.
Chapter Fourteen
Rosie felt Charleston staring at her, knew he wasn’t paying attention to one word she said, and her annoyance rose. She’d agreed to meet him at the library for an hour of tutoring.
She hadn’t told Rebel because she knew he’d be pissed, and it seemed this was all a waste of her time.
Sighing and pushing the book away, Rosie leaned back in the hard plastic chair and looked at Charleston. “Are you even taking this seriously?”
He lifted a brow and smirked, the expression on his face telling her he wasn’t. “Honestly?” he said, that damn smirk still on his face.
He was acting differently, not like the nice guy she’d met over the last couple of days. Was she such an idiot she could tell when someone was genuine? “Yeah, Charleston.”
He leaned toward and took her hand in his. She was so taken back that she froze. “No, I don’t give a shit about any of this.”
She knitted her brows. “Then why ask me to help you?” Pulling her hand free from his, she saw the dark mask that covered his face a second before he smiled again.
He reached for her hand, but she kept it in her lap. “I think we should keep this friendly.”
“Friendly? I thought I was being your friend.”
She wasn’t about to tell him he was bringing the creep factor to a whole new level.
“Don’t go. We barely even got here.”
“You’re not interested in this, and I don’t feel like wasting my time.” She exhaled and told herself to just be honest. “I don’t know if you thought this was something you could do to hook up with me, but I’m not going there.” Swallowing at the clear annoyance covering his face, she went on. “I have a boyfriend.”
He lifted a brow. “You mean your brother?”
She straightened. “He’s not my brother. His father just married my mother.”
He shrugged, that damn smile still on his face.
“But either way it’s none of your business.” She reached for her bag, not about to waste another minute. God, she was a fool for not listening to Rebel.
“I just want to spend time with you. I like you.”