Chapter 12
ROGUE
How the hell has an entire week passed since both Rebel and I received the pictures.
The weekend flew past far too quickly for my liking. After taking Rebel the way I did Friday night, I spent the rest of the weekend lavishing her body. Showing her just how much she means to me in every way possible.
Saturday morning, I did end up telling her that we found a camera in her bedroom.
Cy’s working on finding out if he can trace the camera back to who it belongs to.
Friday before coming back to the clubhouse, I’d gone to see Grant.
Showed him the pictures, and to say he’d been pissed is an understatement.
He said he’d check Granger’s club as well as his place.
No one should’ve had access to his room at the club to snap those pictures.
As much as I respect the man, it doesn’t take away from my need to erase the image of him and my woman from my mind.
After talking to Rebel and informing her about the camera in her bedroom, I reassured her that they’ve all been removed from her house. She still didn’t want to go home. Not until last Sunday, after Cy upgraded her security system.
The week went by with Rebel stressing out over a court case she’s got coming up next week. I get she can’t talk about it due to confidentiality and all that shit, but still, I hate how tense she’s getting.
I know my woman loves her job and is passionate about her work. I just don’t want to see her ending up burning herself out. It’s why I’d made sure her receptionist looks out for her. Alanna makes sure that Rebel’s schedule isn’t overbooked and she has time to breathe.
Alanna tries to keep Rebel from bringing work home.
Thankfully, Rebel has the weekend to relax and have some fun. Today we’re heading to the clubhouse for a family BBQ. Tonight will be a different story once the kids have been taken to their respective rooms.
If it weren’t for the bedrooms being soundproof, I knew the party wouldn’t be as rowdy as I know it will be.
Sitting at the counter in the kitchen of what is now Rebel’s and my home, I sip at my coffee, watching as she sways around the kitchen. With her only in one of my shirts, it takes everything in me not to bend her over the counter—again—and sink into her.
This morning, I’d woke her up with my mouth between her legs then fucked her sweetly. After we had showered and got cleaned up, we went into the kitchen together, and while watching her start preparing breakfast, I ended up fucking her against the counter. That was not even fifteen minutes ago.
When it comes to Rebel, I’m constantly hard for her—completely insatiable. She can easily be sitting next to me, and I want to be seated inside her tight pussy.
Over the last week, I’ve taken her nearly every chance I could. We have ten years to make up for, and two nights ago, we broke the sex bench in. Rebel had explained she’s never used it before and didn’t think she’d ever use it. I am more than happy to be the one she experiences it with.
“Xander, can you open this for me?” Rebel asks, turning and holding out a jar.
Taking the glass jar out of her hand, I grin at her as I easily open it for her. “What have you done all these years without my strength to open things for you?”
Rebel rolls her eyes, snatching the jar back. “I opened them by myself.”
Chuckling at her sarcastic tone, I lift my coffee mug up to my lips for another sip.
“Besides the BBQ today, do we have any other plans?” she asks, scooping out some of the jam in the jar.
“Nope, why? Did you need to do something?” She better not say she needs to work.
“I just need to talk to my mom. You know she’s deployed right now, and other than emails, I haven’t spoken to her on the phone much lately.
” Rebel shrugs and sets a plate of bacon, eggs, fruit, and toast in front of me.
“Last time I talked to her, I did tell her you and I are back together. I swear her screams of excitement nearly blew my eardrums.”
“Your mom loves me,” I smirk, because it’s true. Rebel’s mom was upset that her daughter and I had split. Every time I saw her while she was home, she’d ask me about Rebel and me getting back together.
Rebel smiles knowingly and turns to get her own plate. Placing it on the counter, she leans on an elbow and plucks a piece of cantaloupe to pop it into her mouth.
We eat in comfortable silence for most of the breakfast. Rebel breaks the silence as she nibbles at a slice of bacon. “Have you gotten any more messages or anything from that person?”
I had known this question was coming sooner or later. Rebel had barely spoken of it this past week. I shake my head and swallow the remnants of my food. “No, I haven’t received anything. But I have Cy looking into finding out who it is.”
Nodding, Rebel finishes her breakfast and places the plate in the sink before she looks at me once again. “I haven’t received anything either, but I can’t help feeling that I’m being watched. Everywhere I go, it’s like I have eyes on me.”
“Baby, I’m not going to let anyone touch you. We’ll find this person, and when we do, it won’t be pretty.” I round the counter and pull her into my arms. “I swear right now, Rebel, I’m not going to let this person get to you.”
“I know, but I can’t help wondering who it is, and why they don’t want you and me together,” she utters, planting her face against my bare chest.
“We’ll figure it out,” I say reassuringly, wrapping my arms around her—holding her tight to my chest.
Holding my woman, soothing her worries, I have the same thoughts as her. Whoever this is doesn’t want Rebel and me together.
But who?
Something about this whole situation has my stomach tightening. There’s more to this. I’m sure of it.
Pulling away from Rebel, I slide a hand up to cup her cheek. Looking into her eyes, I know what I want us to do today besides go to the clubhouse.
“Marry me.” The words fall from my mouth without a second thought.
“What?” she blinks at me in confusion.
“You heard me, Duchess. Marry me. Today. Be my wife. I don’t want another day to go by where you aren’t mine,” I say, sliding my hand from her cheek to tangle in her hair.
Rebel’s eyes seem to search mine, looking for any sign of deceit before she smiles and gives me my answer. “Yes, Xander, I’ll marry you.”