Chapter 15
ROGUE
Holding Rebel in my arms, I can’t stop thinking about this past week.
She’s been through so much, and I wasn’t there for her when she’d truly needed me most. The guilt of it all is bothering me.
I knew about Harmony being killed during her first deployment and what it did to Rebel.
Cy had told me about my woman breaking down, not letting anyone near her.
She was supposed to spend her time going to college while living at home.
But after what had happened between the two of us, then losing her best friend—her only true friend—was just too much.
I remember before Harmony left for basic.
She’d came over to the clubhouse, I was drinking a beer at the bar, and she’d come right up to me and landed a solid punch to my cheek.
Told me that I made a mistake by breaking her best friend’s heart.
I didn’t need her to tell me this. I already knew, because I broke my own fuckin’ heart at the same time.
Harmony had informed me of the fact she has no problem maiming me if I didn’t fix things with Rebel.
I have no doubt she would’ve tried her best to make it happen if she was never killed.
After Rebel’s meltdown with the picture she’d received in the mail, I took her into our room and tried to show her just how much she means to me.
Once she’s asleep—having passed out from the emotional turmoil and release I’d given her—I call Alanna.
I ask her to make sure the rest of Rebel’s week is clear of anything that isn’t important.
I already knew she didn’t have any other cases to appear in court for.
It’s only a matter of what she needed to do at the office, which Alanna could help with getting rescheduled.
I went back into the kitchen and looked at the picture.
I call Hammer, asking him if he could send someone over here to pick it up.
We need answers. I also informed him of the fact it’s the same damn photo from ten years ago.
I read over the notes attached and put them all back in the manila envelope.
Hammer had sent Ruger over to the house to pick up the envelope containing the very thing that ruined ten years of Rebel’s and my life.
I’d asked him to tell Cy to find the bitch in this picture.
I can at least say the person in this picture is the one screwing with the two of us. And I’m fuckin’ done.
While Rebel sleeps, I pack a bag for her and myself. She needs a break. The past few months have been a strain on her. I booked us a room at the beach and went to lay down with her. Both of us slept until morning.
Well, I woke to find Rebel hovering over the toilet.
I don’t question it, having chalked it up to her being stressed about everything.
Then it kept happening the rest of the week while we were at the beach.
I have an inkling of an idea of what’s going on with her, but I’m waiting for her to tell me.
Last night we got back home. I have church at the clubhouse this morning, and we’re having a BBQ afterward.
Rebel snuggles deeper into my chest and I grin, tightening my grip around her. “Duchess, you gonna wake up anytime soon?”
“No,” she grumbles sleepily. “I don’t wanna get up. Getting up means rushing to the bathroom to puke or dry heave in the toilet.”
Chuckling, I slide a hand up to brush the hair out of her face and grip Rebel’s chin, forcing her face upward. “Got something you wanna tell me?”
Rebel opens her eyes, blinks, then meets my eyes clearly. “I’m pregnant, and I-I didn’t know how to tell you. I promise I didn’t do it on purpose, and it’s your baby.”
“Shh,” I hush her from going any further into her ramblings. “I figured it out this past week when you kept puking in the morning and didn’t want to drink your favorite wine while we were at the beach.”
“You did?” she blurts out as she sits up, pulling the sheet with her, covering her breasts.
Grinning, I nod. “Yeah, baby, I did. As for this baby being mine. I know that too.”
“But what about . . .” I give her a look, stopping her before she can finish that sentence.
Sitting up, I reach out and cup her cheek in my hand.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, Rebel, but I do not ever want to hear about you and another man.
As for Grant, I know this baby isn’t his because he wouldn’t be foolish enough to knock a woman up.
Especially after growing up with a bitch of a mother like his. ”
I don’t mention the fact I spoke to Grant earlier in the week while out of town with her.
He’d called to tell me about finding the cameras in his private room at Granger’s club.
While we were talking, I’d demanded he tell me if he used protection with my woman.
Grant informed me he did, but if I was worried about getting her pregnant, I had nothing to worry about.
He wasn’t going to have any kids that were his own.
It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know what he means.
“I know, his mother was definitely not right in the head. He told me about her.” Rebel shivers as she mentions Grants bitch of a mom.
“Yeah, well, we’re not talking about either of them,” I grumble, “as I was saying, I don’t want to ever think of you with another man.”
Tears well in Rebel’s eyes as she smiles. “Are you happy about this?”
Leaning forward, I press my forehead against hers. “Fuckin’ thrilled. Now I’m gonna show you just how happy I am that you’re carrying my baby.”
With those words, I capture her mouth in a kiss as I lay her against the bed.
I pull the sheet exposing her tits to my view. Cupping between her legs, I find her already drenched—ready for the taking. Kissing my way down to her breasts, I give each of her nipples attention. Sucking and nipping at one while pinching the other.
“Xander,” Rebel whimpers, arching her back.
Sliding two fingers into her depths, I groan as the walls of her pussy quiver around them. Rebel’s body was made for me, and I love the way she responds to my every touch.
Not wasting any time, I withdraw my fingers and align myself with her entrance. With one deep thrust, I fill her to the hilt with my cock. Rebel’s moans are all I need to keep going. Picking up momentum, I pound her pussy like a man starved for something he hasn’t had for years.
This is partially true, but knowing my woman’s carrying my child sends me into overdrive. Rebel clamps down on my cock as she comes screaming my name. I don’t hold back like I normally do. I continue to fuck her through my own release, not wanting the feeling of her pussy grasping my cock to end.
Finally, I slow my thrust and lean forward, bracing my elbow to keep my weight off of her. “I love you, Duchess. Don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“I love you too,” she whispers breathlessly, giving me one of her beautiful smiles.
I could spend the rest of my life savoring that smile and never take it for granted.