Chapter 22 Rebel
Rebel
Her eyes widen like they used to when we first started seeing each other. Like when I told her at that strip club to give me a lap dance if she wanted me to sign the contract to make her my PR person.
She used to say she wasn’t afraid of me, but I could tell she was scared of something. There’s similar emotion in her eyes now. Why?
She places her hand in mine, letting me tug her into the shower and under the spray. My gaze eats up her heavy tits encased in delicate black lace. Her rounded lower belly. Her dimpled thighs.
I’m hard from the sight of her. Starved for her touch and her taste. But when I let her hand go, she wraps her arms around her middle while keeping her eyes averted. It’s like she’s trying to hide from me. I don’t like it. I don’t like that Owen is convinced she’s sad and I’m the reason.
I don’t like that, whether I’m the reason or not, I didn’t realize.
And I’m not sure how to fix it yet. As busy as I’ve been with work, and as busy as she’s been with helping organize the wedding, I’ve dropped the ball.
She’s the most important person in my world.
I should have noticed it was more than morning sickness and exhaustion.
I shouldn’t have missed the signs that something wasn’t right.
“Summer.” Tucking a finger under her chin, I tip back her pretty face. “Your brother said you’re not happy.”
“What?” Her startled green gaze leaps to mine. “I’m not impressed with them right now. Any of them. Well, Burke—”
“With me?” I swallow hard, feeling choked up. “Us? Is there something I’ve missed? Something I’ve done? Or haven’t done?”
She holds my gaze for the longest time. The whir of the exhaust fan and the water pouring down around us is loud in the steamy bathroom.
So there is something. “Kitten, I—”
“Do you still want me?” she blurts. A blush creeps over her skin. All over. Such a pretty peach.
But I’m frozen. How could she possibly believe I don’t?
She tucks her wet hair behind her ear as she looks away. “Well, that answers that question.”
“Hang on. Hold up.” I grab her arm before she can duck out of the shower. I draw her in front of me. “Do you really believe that I... fuck... that I don’t want you?”
“It’s been months since we’ve had sex. I don’t know what to think.”
“You’ve been sick. Exhausted. Run off your feet. The last thing I wanted to do was add to your plate when you had so much on it. I was being considerate. Careful.”
“I was sick. I was tired. But that was weeks ago, and you still don’t want to touch me.” She juts out her chin.
“Want to...” This idea that I could not want her is staggering. She can’t believe it. “You’re serious...”
“You’ve ignored every hint I’ve dropped.” Hurt fills her lovely eyes. “I thought last night in the barn... but you ran out...”
“I...” I groan. Damn it. Instead of giving her what she needed I gave her what I thought she needed.
And I hurt her. Well, that’s going to change right now.
“I wanted you, kitten. I want you all the time. I was this close to tearing off those shorts you were wearing and fucking you over those hay bales last night without a care whether your brothers might catch us.”
“You were?” Her brows draw together like she’s not sure whether to believe me. “Then why did you run out?”
I crowd her back against the smooth tiles. Pinning one palm to the wall above her head, I take her other hand and place it on my cock. “Feel that... how hard I am for you.”
“Yes.” Her grip on me is almost painful with how good it feels. The desire to push into it unbearable. Her fingers pulse around me, driving me to distraction.
“That’s what you do to me. That’s how hard I was last night when you brushed up against me. But I knew... I thought I knew... that with everything going on, the last thing you needed was me all over you, so I gave you space.”
“I brushed up against you on purpose. I miss you. I miss sex. And I thought all of this...” She pulls her hand out of my grip so she can gesture at her body.
“What?” Every inch of her is sexy as fuck.
“I’ve been sick. I’m already getting fatter. It’s not sexy. I’m—”
“Shut up.” It comes out on a growl. “I didn’t mean that.
But you have to know every time you show an ankle or flash a shoulder, I’m considering how long it will take me to get you naked and riding my cock.
And you carrying my babies... growing our children.
.. holy fuck, that’s beyond sexy.” I take a deep breath as I run my thumb along one strap of her bra and watch goose bumps break out.
“I was fixated on making sure I was looking after you, but I fucked it up. Let me make it up to you?”
Her lips part as she searches my face. She nods.
“Good.” I press my mouth to hers in a soft, teasing kiss while I peel the wet strap down.
She winds her hands around my neck and opens for my tongue. Letting me in to taste her softness. Teasing me back by stroking the tip of her tongue against mine.
I hook my fingers around the other strap and drag it down her upper arm. The sculpted black lace cups loosen, and her breasts tumble free. Her blushing nipples harden and stand up.
I cup the soft weights with both palms. They spill over my hands. I love her tits. Always have. But pregnancy has made me more obsessed with them. “So fucking perfect.”
She whimpers as I brush my thumb over one point. A pretty cry that makes my cock jerk. Fuck, I’ve missed her needy noises.
Lowering my head, I suck the point into my mouth and graze it with my teeth.
“Rebel.” Her fingernails dig into my scalp as she pushes up to meet my mouth.
I tease the lonely point with the pad of my thumb while I lick and bite at the other. I suck rosy ovals into each swell. “You want to know how sexy these tits are?”
“Yes.”
“You want to know what I fantasize about doing to them?” I squeeze them together.
“Yes.” Her pupils have darkened.
“Fucking them. Holding them together like this and fucking them until I cover them in cum. Because I can’t look at any part of you without wanting to fuck you. That’s how sexy you are to me.”
She sucks in a sharp breath.
“I’m not going to do that, because my goal currently is to make you come hard enough that it erases any thought about me not wanting you from your beautiful head.” I drop to my knee and tug her panties all the way down. “But when I’m all done proving that to you, I’m going to cream those tits.”
She makes another needy noise as she steps out of her panties.
I drape one of her legs over my shoulder and press my lips to her mound. “I’ve fucking missed you. I’m sorry I haven’t given you the attention you deserve lately.”
“Are you talking to my pussy?” Her voice is throaty, amused. She licks her parted lips.
“I owed her an apology.” So much more than an apology. I lean in and inhale her scent. I never can get enough. I flatten my tongue to her slit in a long, slow draw.
Summer moans, and her fingers tighten in my hair. “Apology accepted.”
“Hardly.” I drag my tongue over her again. Dig the tip in and circle her clit in between laps. “I have a lot to make up for.”
Opening her up with my fingers, I thrust my tongue inside her and let her arousal coat my throat while I eat her up. Her hips undulate to the tempo of my licks.
Before long she’s quaking. Her thighs tremble. I slip two fingers inside and fuck her with them. When she comes, I suck her clit and let her ride it out on my face.
She grabs my shoulders to stop me. “Rebel.”
I rise up and grasp her hips. Lifting her, I wrap her leg around my hip and press her back to the shower tiles while I kiss her.
“I know, kitten.” I groan as I slam inside her. Her inner walls envelope me, sucking me deeper. Squeezing me tight. My eyes roll back in my head. “Fuck.”
“Fuck me.” Her nails dig into my shoulders.
I grip the underside of her thighs and pull almost all the way out before ramming home.
“Holy shit,” she cries.
I repeat the move a dozen times. Fucking her hard and slow like I’m trying to get so deep inside her she’ll never get me out. Each time her breathing becomes a touch more jagged, a bit higher in pitch.
My own breathing turns harsh; my control starts to wane. Our slow fucking picks up pace.
“Rebel.” Her orgasm is stronger this time, tightly rippling around me.
My cock pulses and my balls tighten. Pumping into her, I empty myself deep inside.
We cling to each other for a long time after. With me inside her. The shower rains down around us, slowly running from hot to tepid.
“I want to make you a promise.” I scrape her wet ringlets away from her face in between kisses.
“What promise?”
“I will never stop telling you how much you mean to me. I will never hold back from showing you that you are the sexiest woman in the world to me. That I love you. And I want you. I don’t ever want to give you a reason to doubt us or me again.”
“I love you too.” A smile kisses her lips.
Owen was right. She hasn’t smiled lately. I didn’t realize it until now.
“You’re my world.” I rest my forehead against hers.
“You will always be the most important person in my life. You and these babies...” I cover the side of her belly with my hand, “are everything to me. Nothing will ever change that. Now I’m going to take you to bed and show you all over again how sexy you are. ”