22. Always and Forever
Chapter 22
Always and Forever
Sadie
R ebel spoils me! He brings dinner in a picnic basket that he had catered by a local deli. When he leads me outside to his SUV and opens the truck door, I’m stunned by what I see. He has the back seats folded down and a blanket laid out with all sorts of cheeses, deli meats, and a freshly cut baguette. He even has Perrier water, knowing that I love it. He helps me in while he sits on the edge with his legs dangling from the truck.
“Wow, this is amazing. Thank you,” I tell him, leaning in to kiss him.
“Make-out session after I feed you,” he teases and hands me a plate. It’s always so easy talking with Rebel. It’s like we’ve known each other for years.
With only an hour for break, our make-out session was short-lived. “This sucks, but I have to get back inside.” I pout.
“Anticipation makes it better, sweetheart,” Rebel says, then kisses my cheek and walks me back inside.
“Your patience is beginning to annoy me,” I respond, raising my brow. He simply laughs and pulls me in close, giving me a long, sensual kiss that I feel down to my toes.
“I’ll be waiting for you at home.” He pats my ass, moving me along to go back to my post. That’s when I decide that if Rebel is asleep, I’ll be the one waking him up!
Much later that evening…
I slip my key in the lock and walk into a dimly lit room. On the table sit a dozen roses and a note. Uniform off, it reads. I drop my purse on the table. A shiver runs down my spine, and I kick off my sensible nurse’s sneakers and take off my scrubs.
Looking around, I see candles lining the short hallway leading to the bedroom. Right by the first candle is another note. This one says, Blow out each candle. First candle, take off your bra. Second, panties. Third, let down your hair.
Rebel has never played like this. With each step closer to the bedroom, I get more excited to see what else he has planned. I get to the bedroom door, and on it is a note that reads, I hope you don’t plan on sleeping tonight. I plan on making love to you all night.
I come in and see Rebel in the center of the bed, completely naked, waiting for me. He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on, with a muscled chest and defined abs, tapered waist, thick thighs, and a very large, engorged cock that is beckoning for me to wrap my mouth around it. Rebel crooks a finger at me. “Come here, baby.” His voice is warm and husky.
In a few short steps, I’m by his side, and in one fell swoop, his arm is around me, and I’m lying on my back with a gasp.
“Hands up,” Rebel commands and guides my hands to the slats on the headboard. “I want to tie you up. Not tight, and with these,” he says, lifting scarves for me to see. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
Rebel quickly wraps the scarves around my wrists and ties them to the slats. He sits back on his haunches and admires his handiwork, letting his fingers graze over my pebbled nipples, skimming them lower, under the swell of my breasts, and lower still. He clamps his mouth around one nipple, and instantly, wetness pools between my legs, and I can’t help but moan his name. His knee slides between my legs, urging me to open wide for him as he continues to tease my breasts with his tongue and nipping gently, causing the fire in my belly to spark into a flame.
“You know what would make this even more interesting?” Rebel says, with a sexy grin, then, without hesitating, he slips a blindfold over my eyes and kisses me passionately. I arch my back to feel his skin against mine. When our lips part, he whispers in my ear, “Now let’s see how many times I can make you come.”
My chest is heaving, and I’m desperate for more of him. I hear a clink, then an ice-cold sensation on my nipples. “Oh my God,” I cry. He swirls the ice around and around, then takes it away and replaces it with his hot mouth, sucking gently. Rebel does this over and over, then moves lower, until he reaches my pussy.
He pushes my legs farther apart with his own, his fingers running through the slick wetness. He spreads my pussy lips open, and I feel the ice on my clit. I shiver, begging. For what, I’m not sure. I feel naughty and needy, but I want everything he wants to do to me, because I know Rebel will take care of me. He must have the ice between his lips because I can feel the heat of his breath against my skin.
“Jasper, please. I need you,” I beg. My hands tighten around the slats, my hips buck with nowhere to go as Jasper holds me still. The ice is gone, and his hot mouth is eating me. Ravenously! He’s consuming me! Voracious and so hungry, Rebel holds my thighs open, and he savors his meal. I’m so far gone; my legs are taut, my belly spasming, and I come so hard that I’m sure I’ll never come down from my euphoric high. I’m floating on a cloud and don’t notice that Rebel has untied my hands and is cradling me in his arms.
“Sadie, are you with me?” he whispers.
“Uh-huh,” I murmur. He chuckles. “I’m ruined,” I manage to get out. I can feel his body shaking with laughter. “Don’t laugh. I’ll be expecting this every night,” I warn, still unable to open my eyes.
“We’re not done. We have all night,” he says. “My woman.”
“Always and forever,” I answer.
“You have my heart, Sadie.”
I open my eyes and search his face. “And you have mine.”