“Don’t hold back, Coen,” she barely whispered, wiggling on top of me.
My thrusts were rough, unhinged, and lascivious. Rebel moaned uncontrollably, and as my release slowly came, I began lowering us both until I was on my knees. The wall and my legs supported her body, and my fingers titillated her clit. While I plunged inside and teased her, she struggled to stay upright.
“Coen!” she wailed, her voice pure gravel. “Fuck!”
Her tight pussy clenched around me like a vise. I didn’t want to finish before she did. This was about her, not me.
Water continued soaking our bodies, and I licked droplets off her naked body. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, finally grazing it with my tongue ring. Gently, my lips tugged on them as she writhed above me. My fingers glided against her, squeezing her nub and rubbing it until she exploded with euphoria.
After she finished, I pumped into her as fast as humanly possible, growling my orgasm and filling her up. My legs wanted to give out in exhaustion from my forceful passion. My muscles were like a rubber band being stretched beyond measure and then whipping back with vigor. Rebel seemed to sense my discomfort and slowly rose off me, kissing me before giving an offering hand.
As we both stood in the shower, I couldn’t look away from her gorgeous smile. Rebel was everything I'd searched for in Felicity and more. She’s mine.
“I’ve never done that before,” she squeaked, her hands hiding her body
“Don’t ever hide yourself.” My voice boiled, hating Carl for not telling and showing Rebel how precious she was.
“Habits,” she simply stated.
Carl’s such a prick. Instead of continuing my mind’s anger, I went for making everything lighter. “Just wait and see how I’ll pleasure you next, princess. You haven’t seen anything yet.”
The water pelted my back. With my body wash, I soaped up my body. She stood there, gawking with her eyes wide.
“I’ll never get used to your body.” She exhaled with red hot-colored cheeks.
I gathered the frothy liquid, massaging her breasts. I lathered them up slowly, enjoying the feel of her against my palms. After she was full of bubbles, we rinsed each other off. Unable to keep our hands to ourselves, we kissed more than I’d ever done, and I knew I’d never let her go. I wanted this to be my everyday life. To have her in my arms, be inside of her, and making babies. I prayed Felicity wasn’t pregnant with my child. Because the only woman I wanted carrying my babies stood right in front of. The throbbing in my thighs finally subsided, but I’d be feeling it when I hit the gym tonight.
We dried off and got dressed, breakfast was cooked by yours truly. I fried the bacon and eggs. I’d be paying for this in sweat and tears later. The oily goodness wafted in the air and infuriated my growling stomach. Cutting carbs had to happen now. Rebel waited patiently, twirling her hair in her hand and biting her lip in thought.
“What’s on your mind, princess?” I asked nonchalant, though I truly wanted to know.
“This feels too good to be true, but I’ve never felt better than being in your arms last night,” she mumbled, staring at the floor.
At that very shoulder drop, I wanted to put her at ease, but truth be told, BMX would come first, always. I spent the better half of my life building my career, I’d be too old soon to keep going. When you hit twenty-five, your years were numbered in this sport.
The plates clinked together, and I succumbed to my inner turmoil. I carefully prepared our food. The items couldn’t touch, or else she’d freak the fuck out. Luckily, Conor had the same issue and bought plates with dividers. My heart galloped, and my hands shook in unease of her reaction.
“I didn’t want to tell you yet, but I’m leaving. It’ll only be for a few weeks…” I trailed off, not sure how she’d take it.
Her frown said everything. It was disconcerting, but I had a job to do. I brushed my knuckles against her rosy cheeks, and she leaned into me, warming me. The chair made a grinding noise as it rubbed on the floor.
“This isn’t because of last night, right?”
Her tiny question felt so fucking large. My body stiffened. She remembered. Usually I’d run or ignore the question all together and blame it on my man brain, but with her, I couldn’t excuse it.
My abdomen growled. Neither of us had touched our delicious food.
“No, I’ve got a tour in a few states.” My stomach soured because I’d only planned it to get away from a certain blonde. The whole thing felt off. I could forever wreck my knee and be unable to ride ever again if things went south.
“Oh,” she let out, her mouth forming an “o” that forced me to kiss it away. My lips brushed hers. She smelled like me. My body wash on her was extremely sexy. Her mouth felt velvety soft under me, and my teeth nipped at it greedily.
The jingle of the doorknob brought me to the present, away from her succulent skin.
“Don’t stop,” she begged.
How could I deny that? The worst case was Conor seeing us making out, and I wasn't afraid of a little PDA.
“What the fuck?!” a shrill and annoying voice rang out.
What in the ever-loving hell was she doing here?
“This is why you don’t want to be a father to our child?” Felicity screamed. “And with this fat piece of shit?”
If she weren’t a woman, I’d kick her ass.
“Shut the hell up, and don’t you dare say shit like that to her!”
Felicity cowered at my threat, retreating several steps back.
“A child?” Rebel’s small and traumatized question broke my resentment-induced trance. Even the insults she received didn’t overcome the heartbreak of that simple truth.
“It’s not like that, princess.”
My face heated, seething from Felicity’s intrusion. I gripped my head in both hands, and my breathing came out in spurts. I was never one in control of anger. If my temper didn’t settle, inappropriate and less than gentlemanly things would spew out of my mouth. My movements were quick and jerky as I stormed to Felicity once again.
“Get the fuck out, Felicity. You don’t belong here, and we don’t know if that child is mine.” I grimaced toward her in disgust.
“Please, Coen.” Her ugly face was tearstained.
My ire only doubled. “If you don’t sit your ass down, I’ll never speak to you again. We need to figure shit out like adults,” I barely got out before I was face-to-face with Rebel.
“So, there is a child?” Rebel jumped from her seat and fled the room.
Before she could escape, I stop her at my bedroom door, “Please, let me explain.” My arm encircled her waist, my heart softening with each stroke of her face. Her hands rested on her sides, defeat strong in her stance and eyes.
“I’m not doing this, Coen.” Her depleted tone ruined me.
“Just let me talk to you,” I implored. There was nothing more I desired than her to give me a chance.
“I can’t. If I don’t walk away I’ll lose my shit. No one needs to see that.” Her hands remove mine from her midsection.
“Please, princess. I need you. Not just now, but forever. It’s no coincidence that our paths crossed at such a strange time. Don’t give this up,” I begged.