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)
When he faced her it was only for a second before he turned from her. Rosie didn’t miss what he sported … massive fucking wood.
Oh. My. God.
He was gone for only a few moments in the bathroom before he came back out, still shirtless, and looking so damn good Rosie felt her cheeks heat, knew she was blushing, and looked away.
“What’s up?” he asked, his voice tight, as if he, too, were uncomfortable. But that didn’t seem right, not when it concerned Rebel. He always seemed so in control, so with it.
She looked at him, but forced herself not to check him out, or to see if she’d just been imagining things and had imagined his erection.
Why would he be hard for me?
“I wanted to talk,” Rosie blurted out. She wasn’t going to walk around this, because just saying what she needed to say and getting the hell out of here before shit really hit the fan, seemed like the best course of action.
“Okay,” he said hesitantly. “You want to sit down?”
She shook her head. No, she needed to be able to leave if he started getting uncomfortable after what she said.
Taking a deep breath, Rosie told herself this was for the best, but there was a little voice in the back of her head that said it wasn’t, that this was a horrible idea.
A moment of silence passed, and she took another deep breath, willing herself to do this, that it wasn’t the end of the world. This needed to be done, or she’d lose her damn mind. Looking him right in the eye, she could see the worry on his face, but at the moment no words came from her.
“Rosie,” Rebel said and moved closer to her. “Are you okay?” His brows were knitted in concern. “Someone fuck with you?”
She saw his nostrils flare as his anger started to rise.
“Was it that fucking new kid?”
She shook her head right away. “No, everything is fine. I’m fine.” She saw him visibly relax, and couldn’t help but smile at the fact Rebel was her protector. He was so good to her, her best friend, and the boy she was about to tell she was in love with.
I can’t keep it in anymore.
“I’m in love with you,” Rosie managed to blurt out, felt herself grow hot from the awkward sensation coursing through her, and didn’t know what else to say.
Rebel didn’t move, didn’t even show emotion aside from the slight widening of his eyes. Seconds ticked by of agonizing silence, but it felt like hours.
“You’re in love with me?” he asked in a stoic voice.
She could only nod.
And then he was right in front of her, his hand cupping the back of her head, and this smile spreading across his face. That’s when Rosie felt this weight lift off her shoulders.
“You’re happy?” Her voice shook as she asked him the question.
Rebel closed his eyes and nodded. “Fuck yeah, baby.” When he opened them again the blueness of his eyes was startling. “Because I wanted to tell you I’m in love with you, too.”
She could feel how hard he was … for her.
“I’ve fucking loved you for so long, Rosie.”
She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even comprehend what was happening. Was this really going on right now?
“I’ve felt the same way, Rebel.” She barely got the words out because her throat was so tight.
“I was too fucking scared to say anything to you about it.”
She closed her eyes as pleasure at hearing those words coursed through her. “Me too.”
They stared into each other’s eyes for several seconds, and then he groaned right before he leaned down and placed his mouth on hers. The kiss started off slow, sensual and gentle even, but as the seconds password by the more frantic it became.
God, am I really doing this with Rebel?
“I want you,” Rosie found herself saying out loud.
Rebel pulled back, surprise clear on his face.
Rosie swallowed, knowing she didn’t want this to stop, that she wanted Rebel to be the boy that took her virginity.
“Is this really fucking happening?” he asked in a strained, tight voice.
She nodded. Yeah, it’s really happening. “I love you.”
He groaned before claiming her mouth again. She was pressed up against the wall as he kissed her with a passion she’d never thought she’d experience with him. Rosie wanted his hands all over her, taming this fire inside of her.
“Fuck me,” she whispered against this mouth, and his grunt of a response was all he said before he had his hands on her breasts.
He clenched the mounds through the material of her shirt, and a spark of pleasure filled her.
“Take it off,” she all but gasped out. Before she knew what was happening he pulled the collar of her shirt down hard enough that it tore and her breasts spilled free.
“Are you sure about this, Rosie baby?” he asked, even though she’d all but said that, and her tits were hanging free right in front of him.