Bad Boy Rebel (Salma Rebels Book 1) Page 16

  “Stand up,” she says.

  I get to my feet on the mattress, my cock swaying heavily. She wraps her mouth around me, and I resist the urge to thrust with every fiber of my being. My teeth gnash together. I feel her tongue swirling around the groove of my tip before her hot mouth takes me to the back of her throat. She gurgles. I don’t like seeing her this way, sucking cock, even if it’s my cock, but there’s something so fucking hot about her cheeks puffing with my dick, I go along this once. She’s mine.

  Natalie pulls off with a strand of drool hanging between her lips and my stalk.

  “Interesting,” she says, making a cute face. Her hand pumps my stalk while her fingers work my balls, and I’m one second away from fucking her throat raw and hard.

  “Stop,” I growl.

  She wipes at the corner of her mouth with one finger. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.” I run my hands through her silky hair and let it down again. “Spread your pussy for me. My turn.”

  She leans back and parts her folds with two fingers, showing me the dewy pink membranes of her little flower.

  I stroke my cock before I bury my mouth on her dripping hole. She tastes sweet and womanly. Her hard clit begs for attention. My tongue lashes the morsel until her hips jerk, her hands raking through my hair.

  “You’re right,” she moans. “This is better.”

  Good girl. But what’s better is coming.

  I crawl up her body, pecking the soft landscape in my path, her belly, her nipples, the dip between her collarbones. She tastes so good everywhere, and when our mouths meet, she gasps for more.

  I grab her hands together above her head. I feel her legs close around my waist while the head of my cock teases her pussy lips.

  “If I put my cock in you, I won’t be able to control myself.”

  “Please.”

  I lick across her mouth. “Please?”

  “Yes. Put it in me.”

  The thought of my seed breeding her makes my cock twitch. I’m turning into a complete animal and there’s no stopping me. I want her mine in every way. I strum her clit as she squirms, her whimpers soft with desire. Her thighs around my waist squeeze the air out of me as I tongue her neck.

  “Fuck me,” she moans.

  “You have a dirty mouth, doll face.”

  She hisses like a kitten. “Don’t toy with me.”

  I smell the lemonade and chocolate on her sugary breaths. I can still smell her cunt.

  That’s the scent I want. Her scent.

  “Greedy little girl. You’ll cum when I tell you too and not a moment sooner.”

  She pouts, but not for long.

  I push into her tight pussy until my balls touch her wet skin and I’m about to faint from the heat of her flesh. The muscles at the base of my cock coil into a hard knot.

  Letting go of her wrists, I grab one tit and feed on her nipple. I hook a thumb into her mouth and she sucks it like she sucked my cock.

  I stretch her pussy with deep thrusts, plunging to the balls as her hands claw down my back in search of leverage. All she finds are my heaving muscles.

  “Don’t cum,” I growl. “Not yet.

  I feel her walls ripple and know she’s close, but I’ll make this her best orgasm yet. I’m gonna make my girl scream her heart out.

  “Not fair,” she says as her eyelids flutter.

  I ease off on my pace, nipping at her mouth while I move my hips in a circle.

  “Asher! I—” Her hands whip down to my ass and grab my tensed buttocks. “Fuck!”

  “You like that, baby? When I stretch your little pussy? You can’t control your dirty mouth, can you? You want my cum in your sweet hole.”

  She smacks my ass and tosses her head from side to side. “I will kill you, Asher Wade, I swear I’ll kill you.”

  She just might with how hard she’s clenching my cock, ripping the cum from my balls. I grab her face as I thrust deeper, putting more pressure on her clit. “Cum for me, cum for me, I’m gonna fuck your little pussy until you beg me to stop.”

  Her face knits with agony and pleasure. I feel her pussy pop, an explosion of heat that soaks through my cock as she screams my name. My balls pull up at the same time and I flood her with hot seed as we shudder together. I don’t ever want to leave this bed.

  “Oh my God,” she moans.

  Slumping at her side, I cradle her body and plant a final kiss in her hair.

  My watch says it’s only been twenty minutes, but it felt like hours.

  Suddenly she giggles. “You’re a bad boy, Asher Wade.”

  “A bad boy in love with you.”

  I hear her breath hitch. She’s not used to hearing love and I’m not used to saying it.

  “What’s to stop us from living like this?” she whispers. “The two of us. Together.”

  “Nothing,” I say without thinking.

  Natalie sighs. “Not nothing.”

  I prop up an elbow. “That prick Branigan giving you trouble?”

  “No. I haven’t heard from him since your bar fight.”

  “Good.”

  “What will you do about Verne Resnik? You can’t let it go, can you? Even if I . . .” She hesitates. “Even if I ask you to?”

  “Are you asking?”

  “No,” she says after a while.

  I’m relieved. It’s the one thing I can’t do.

  “What happened with Leon?” she says.

  “He’s gone.”

  “Gone?”

  “Resnik got to him first. Leon was a good man.” I’ll make sure he didn’t die in vain, but I don’t want to think about that now. “Resnik is my burden, Natalie. Not yours.”

  “Your burden affects me too,” she says. “Don’t you understand that?”

  “I do, Natalie.”

  Her fingers skim over my jaw. “What will you do then? Tell me.”

  “I’ll call in a favor,” I say softly. “Outside help from an old friend.”

  She studies me. “Let me guess. You can’t tell me what the favor is or who it’s from.”

  I shake my head.

  This favor won’t be pretty or legal, but I have no choice.

  Resnik and Titus have declared open season on everyone close to my heart, and I need to shut them down fast. I’ve already considered every other option of stopping them, such as the FBI or going public. But Resnik plays that game well. He knows how to stonewall, how to play the PR game. He didn’t build his empire through luck. He plays dirty and he plays ruthless, and it’s time I hit him back where he won’t expect.

  The favor.

  I don’t call on it lightly, but it’s my last chance to find the truth, lay Pris to rest, lay my own conscience to rest.

  Only then can I share a life with the woman I love.

  20

  Young Love, Old Problems

  Natalie

  July passes in a blur. I’ve met with three buyers interested in the Gatsby house, with five more lined up for the first week of August. The listing is burning up. Everyone remarks on the beauty of the neighborhood, how quiet it is, how peaceful the woods are. They praise the neat house next door with the beautiful flower bed and manicured lawn.

  The Wade residence is not for sale of course.

  Offers on Gatsby’s house near one million dollars. My commission should be enough of a nest egg to start a new life with Asher in Salma’s Hope.

  I can’t get ahead of myself.

  Branigan’s avoiding my calls for a change, and I don’t know what other tricks he has up his cufflinked sleeve. His secretary tells me he’s in a meeting whenever I call, and while my boss loves meetings, I doubt he’s meeting from sunup to sundown. My boss isn’t my only worry.

  Asher worries me more.

  It’s Monday morning, and we’re still in bed.

  He has a meeting today with that person who owes him a favor. Three hours away in Virginia. It seems sketchy, but Asher promised me he’s not setting up a mob hit or anything. I believe h
im. If he wanted to hit Resnik, he’d do it himself.

  Whenever I ask who he’s meeting, Asher would change the subject or find a way to distract me, like now.

  “Hold your ankles, doll face.”

  I’m embarrassed how fast I spread my legs and bring my knees up, grabbing my ankles so my pussy parts for him.

  He peels my folds open and smooshes them together while his tongue flicks over my clit. “Such a sweet little pussy. Always so wet for my cock.”

  I clench at his dirty words.

  Before Asher, I’d never gone crazy with hormones or lose my head over a guy, but he has my body singing every morning and night.

  I can’t get out of bed anymore without my morning orgasm, and when he’s down there with his tongue or inside me with his cock, I forget all my worries. He gives me pleasure I didn’t think existed.

  I look down to see his handsome face bent in concentration, the tip of his tongue whirling over my clit, and pulses shoot through my body. I hold my ankles tighter and throw my head back.

  “Princess,” he says teasingly. “What have I told you about putting your head back when I eat your pussy?”

  I groan and raise my head again. “You told me not to do it,” I say with my cheeks on fire.

  “Why?”

  “Because you want to see my face when I cum.”

  “Are you going to be a good girl and listen?” He flicks my clit. “Hm?”

  I suck in a breath as my walls ripple. When Asher puts me on edge like this, I’m always torn between slapping him silly and obeying his every command.

  He kisses my folds again. “Are you going to be a good girl this morning? Or bad? You know the consequences.”

  If I’m a good girl, he’ll make me cum. If I’m a bad girl, he’ll make me cum twice.

  I can’t even.

  He sits back on his heels, waiting for my answer.

  My eyes travel down his chest, the tightened ridges of his hard abs, and that thick, veined cock fully erect. He strokes himself as a strand of clear cum falls from his engorged tip. He leans forward, so the strand falls into my pussy, and he groans with lust. We’re not leaving this bed until he slakes himself, I know that much.

  I hide my smile behind a pout. “What difference does it make if I’m good or bad? You’ll fuck me anyway.”

  He fucks me in the mornings. We make love at night. There’s a difference and I love both.

  Asher growls. “Roll on your stomach, baby. I’ll be gone the whole day. I don’t want to think of you at noon and have my dick go hard.”

  “I’ll do it if you tell me who you’re meeting with.”

  “Sorry, doll face.”

  “Is it a woman?” I say.

  “No.”

  “Hmph. I’m suspicious.”

  He turns me on my tummy and sweeps aside my hair to bare the nape of my neck. He kisses down my spine as tingles rush across my skin.

  “The only woman I want is you. For the rest of time.”

  I can believe him.

  His mouth kisses its way back up to my neck before his tongue slides along the shell of my ear. “You have no idea what you do to me.” A slap stings my bottom. “No idea, little girl.”

  He’s dominant.

  Feral.

  Obsessed.

  I have some idea and my traitorous body hums for more. “Hurry up,” I snap.

  He thrusts into my pussy from behind, those muscled hips mashing my cheeks, one hand in my hair and the other around my neck. His cock drags over my front wall and I shiver with pleasure.

  He pistons in my body as he nibbles the tip of my ear, those big hands sliding under me to squeeze my breasts, pinching my nipples, the mattress creaking under the force of his thrusts. I cry out my orgasm, clenching around his cock.

  Asher groans as he cums inside me, and he pulls out with a squish. He turns me on my back again, swallowing my moans with a furious kiss. I feel his warm cum seeping out of me.

  “We better get up,” I whisper.

  “Not yet.”

  He tastes my neck and thrusts into me again. My eyes shoot open. I thought he’d need a few minutes at least, but he pumps his hard cock in my pussy like he hasn’t cum at all. Still writhing from my last high, I scream from the sensation as sudden pleasure shocks through my belly and another orgasm shatters my mind.

  “Asher!”

  His cums again too, flooding my channel, spewing his scalding seed against the roof of my pussy while I’m impaled on his thickness. So much cum.

  “I want you pregnant, doll face.”

  The words, his tone so possessive, jolt me to the core. I never know how to answer them. When he gets dirty and hisses in my ear how he’ll breed my womb, it drives me crazy with desire. I would never admit that outside the bedroom, but with him, I have no inhibitions.

  He obviously has none either.

  “Pregnant?” I whisper.

  “Yes,” he growls.

  He’s talked about making my belly big before, how he wants to see my breasts fill with milk, and he even said something about tasting my milk—which, I dunno, made me incredibly turned on and grossed out at the same time. Oh I have my limits. They just keep shifting when he has me in bed.

  But starting a family with this man? Now?

  Are you crazy, girl? That’s my brain. What’s left of it.

  Asher gives my breasts a final squeeze before he kisses my mouth. “I could stay in your pussy all day.”

  I roll my eyes. “It’s getting late, Asher. Seriously. Secret meeting and all, remember?”

  “Take a shower with me, doll face.”

  “Oh my God, you’re ridiculous.”

  We go to the bathroom and step into a cool shower that soothes my fevered skin. He scrubs me down with the body lotion and moisturizer he’d bought at a store in town. Since I moved out of Goldilocks and into his house, he’s taken care of all my needs. I still remember how happy Asher looked when he saw my toothbrush on his sink.

  I tell myself I only moved in for convenience, since Gatsby’s house is right next door, but the morning orgasms also played a role.

  Juno was a little miffed when I left. We’d been chatting like besties every night, and I also helped her close the bar when Cora wasn’t around. But she was happy for me.

  “If Asher Wade ever gives you a hard time,” she said with a hand on her hip, “you let me know, and I’ll sort him out.”

  No doubt she would, but the only hard time he gives me is with his cock. Like this morning.

  Like now.

  He turns me around in the shower, massaging my shoulders before his hand slides lower to my bottom. He squeezes my butt with zero shame.

  “Stop it,” I say with a giggle.

  “I may need one for the road,” he says in a thick voice.

  “One for the road?” I turn around, wondering if he means another orgasm for him or for me. “Do you think I’m a drink or something?”

  “Your pussy is.”

  “Behave, and you can play with me tonight.”

  “One more time, doll face. Don’t tease.”

  I stroke his half-hard length slowly from base to tip, and he winces.

  “No more until you get back,” I whisper.

  His eyes smolder darkly.

  By some miracle, we manage to get clean.

  I go downstairs first to whip up some coffee and eggs. He’s the one who usually makes breakfast, but today I’ll give him a pass.

  Asher walks into the kitchen wearing a button-down shirt and elegant dress pants, that dark mane combed back.

  “How do I look?” he asks.

  My jaw is on the floor. Bad Boy has just turned into Christian Grey. “You look . . . professional.”

  “You should see me in my uniform.”

  “Maybe I should.”

  He smiles, but I can tell his mood has changed like his clothes. Whoever he’s meeting, wherever he’s going, it’s deadly serious.

  My curiosity crawls up the walls.
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  He eats all the eggs I made and drinks a cup of coffee, and then we go to the garage. I’m vaguely aware it’s the first time I’ve made him breakfast. We’re turning into a real couple.

  “Drive safe,” I tell him.

  Asher makes a grim face. “If I’m not back by sundown, forget me and go on with your life.”

  A second passes.

  He chuckles and kisses me. “Messing with you.”

  “Don’t scare me like that!”

  “I’ll be back soon as I can, Natalie. I promise.”

  “Go Panthers,” I say.

  Asher smiles. “Go Panthers.”

  He drives off into the dawn.

  I have another walk-through of Gatsby’s Victorian scheduled at nine and try to focus on that as I head back upstairs. With Asher gone, this old house is eerie, full of strange noises and creaking. Chills replace the heat inside me, like cold cement sinking through my belly. It feels like the ghosts of Pris and Eugene are watching.

  I push the thought away.

  Don’t be silly. And if they are watching, they would know how much Asher and I love each other.

  On second thought—better if they don’t watch everything.

  I won’t be spending much time inside today. I put on some lip gloss and a dash of makeup. I get my bag and notebook. When I’m about to leave for Gatsby’s house, my phone vibrates.

  Juno’s frantic voice stops me on the porch. “Natalie, are you busy?”

  “Never for you. Everything okay?” She’s never sounded this way. Her voice jitters.

  “Cora’s missing.”

  That cold cement feeling turns to ice.

  “She snuck out this morning to see Eli,” Juno says, her voice trembling.

  I’m surprised. The times I’ve visited Goldilocks these past few days, I’ve seen Cora moping, but Cora swore she wouldn’t see Eli again, that she’d stay away from the Quintons. “Maybe she just went out,” I say.

  “She left a note, Natalie. She’s going to Eli. She said she’d be back, but I don’t know—God, how could I be so blind? She’s always been headstrong.” Juno chokes out a sob and hearing her cry cuts me to the bone. “This would’ve never happened if Eugene were here.”