CHAPTER SIXTEEN

SIX

As soon as I enter our bathroom, I turn on the shower, letting the temperature adjust. By the time I turn back around, Rebel stands naked, blood coating her hands, her dirty clothes discarded on the floor. I have to draw in a sharp breath as her beauty hits me, my cock harder than it’s ever been.

Rebel is the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen, and with her growing our unborn baby, it never ceases to take my breath away, but this, her naked—covered in the blood from seeking her retribution—has my heart stuttering in my chest.

I quickly strip down, my gaze not leaving hers for long,then I hold out a hand to guide her into the now steaming shower. She steps toward me, but to my surprise, she takes my hand for support as she lowers to her knees.

A low groan rumbles through my chest and the head of my cock beads with precum. “Thay…” Her name is a whisper on my lips, a plea letting her know she doesn’t need to do this.

When she stares up at me, her long, thick lashes make her seem innocent, though I know she is anything but—the weight of her desire hits me full force, and I have no choice but to thread my fingers into her hair. Her sinful mouth drops open, and it takes everything I can do to keep upright as I watch her flick the tip of my swollen head with her delicious tongue.

She wraps her blood-stained hand around my length, and the sight does me in. It should repulse me, but knowing it’s the result of my Old Lady stepping in and doing what I’m not strong enough to do right now only heightens my desire for her.

Without a word, Rebel slides down my length, and the sensation of her warm, wet mouth has me gritting my teeth. Too soon, she pulls back with a pop, using both hands to stroke up and down before she says, “Six, fuck my mouth like you mean it.”

Jesus, this woman.

Tightening my grip in her hair, I do as I’m told. “Fuck, Thay. Seeing you on your knees for me, your hands covered in blood…” I groan, hitting the back of her throat and pausing to revel in the sensation of her gag reflex squeezing around the head of my cock. “That’s it. Just relax a little more. Just. Like. That… baby.” The second she relaxes, I slide into her throat, and if I’m not careful, I’m going to come, but that’s not where I want to be, so I regretfully pull back.

When my cock slips past her lips, the most adorable pout forms, making me smirk. I tug her head back, making her look at me, and the tease that she is, opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue.

It’s like she’s trying to test me.

I narrow my eyes, watching as saliva starts to drip off the tip.

“What’s the matter, Six? Are you still not feeling well?” she taunts, and I growl, clenching my teeth. As if to push me further, she wiggles her hips while she slips a hand between her legs, moaning.

“Oh, I’m feeling well enough to fuck the sass right out of you. But when I come, I want to be balls-deep buried in that sweet pussy,” I growl roughly.

“Promises, promises…”

Unable to hold back, I release her hair and slide my hands under her arms, picking her up. Even eight months pregnant, it’s nothing to move her where I want her. I quickly turn her around, facing the mirror behind the vanity. “Elbows on the counter, Rebel, and open those sweet legs,” I command as I turn to turn off the shower, which I’m sure has started to run cold by now.

Turning back, I see she has defied me yet again. She’s leaning casually against the vanity, her lower back resting on the edge, her ankles crossed like she has all the time in the world. When my gaze meets hers, her defiant smirk makes my cock throb in anticipation.

“You’re going to have to position me how you want me,” she chimes, causing my brows to pinch in confusion.

It’s then I realize she’s giving up all control.

“Is that so?” I question, stepping closer until I’m right in front of her. Leaning in, I slam my lips to hers, needing her to know how much this means to me. Don’t get me wrong, I was happy to give her today. To let her know the power. She needed it. But it didn’t stop the boiling tension of frustration at not being able to seek my revenge on Amber personally.

To take control.

To show that I am strong enough to take care of what is mine.

My tongue slides against hers as I reach up, cupping her swollen breasts and tweaking each nipple, tugging and pinching to the point of pain. Her sharp inhale tells me I’ve reached the balancing point of pleasure and pain, and Ismile against her lips.

“More…” she begs, and I’m eager to give her whatever she needs.

I take a step back and grab her by the hips, turning her in one fluid motion while grinding my cock into her ass. My hands slide to her lower back and press, silently telling her to bend as my leg nudges her feet apart. Leaning over her, I whisper, “Brace yourself on your arms.”

She does as I instruct, pushing her ass out. In this position, I know she will be far enough from the edge to press on her belly. Taking a step back, my groan echoes in the small space at the sight of her, wet and ready for me. My hands trail over her plump ass, giving her cheeks a gentle slap of appreciation.

Rebel releases a low moan as I step in behind her, lining myself up, the swollen head resting at her entrance. Then, grabbing her hips, I thrust into her, burying myself as deep as I can before I grind into her, needing to get lost in her. It’s not enough.

It will never be enough.

Slowly, I pull back, watching as my length slides out to the tip before driving back into her. “My cock disappearing in your sweet pussy is a sight I will never tire of…” I groan, trailing off as I repeat the motion even slower.

“Fuck, Six. You’re killing me here. Take your time later. I need you to fuck me already,” Rebel grumbles, and the desperation in her voice only makes me want to drag this out even longer.

“Mmm… don’t you know I love seeing you panting and needy for me?” I slowly withdraw my cock from her, she whimpers with my movements, almost pleading for me to fill her again, so I oblige as I continue talking, “Needy for my cock,” I taunt, slamming back into her. Her warmth is gripping around me so tight I have to steady myself so I don’t come instantly.

Groaning with the pleasure overtaking my body, she wiggles her ass, trying to get me to move again, but I only step closer, tightening my grip on her hips to hold her in place. Her head snaps to the side as she tries to peer back at me over her shoulder, her gaze fierce enough to stop a sane man in his tracks.

But I’m anything but sane right now.

And that fire in her eyes only ignites my insatiable appetite for everything that is my Rebel.

Winking at her, I release her hip to wrap my hand in her hair. With my other hand still firmly on her hip, I thrust into her, setting a steady pace. Rebel cries out from the sudden change but soon moans, a sheen of sweat covering her delicate back.

Her pussy tightens, clenching around me again, and I grit my teeth, still not wanting to come yet. I slow my pace, trying to focus on anything but how fucking amazing her cunt feels. “I swear to God, Six. If you stop again, I’m going to strap you to the fucking Silver Chair next.”

Her threat has me doing just that. I stop. The only sound in the small space is our heavy breaths and her groan of frustration. With a hard slap on her ass, I warn her, “You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.”

Her pussy squeezes me tighter as she peers over her shoulder at me. “Who said anything about not keeping it?” She winks, tightening her pussy around me again with that cheeky fucking smirk.

I grunt out a low moan while trying to keep my breathing in check. “You know that Silver Chair is only used for torture, Thay—”

“It doesn’t have to be,” she interrupts with a giant smirk crossing her normally innocent-looking face.

My cock instantly jerks inside her, causing us both to groan at the feeling. Bringing up my hand, I grip her hip tighter. “Keep that up, and this is going to be over too soon, Thay. Now, behave.”

“Then shut up and fuck me like a goddamn Defiance president, Six!”

My chest swarms hearing her call me that. I don’t know what the fuck those words have done, but they’ve ignited an animal inside me. A man uncontrollable. Unstoppable. Practically unhinged. Unable to deny her any longer, I slide my hands up her sides, holding her gorgeous tits as I slam deep into her. My fingers pinch her nipples while I quicken my pace, my teeth biting down on her earlobes as she gasps frantically for breaths.

“You better come for me,” I demand, pulling her up so her back is to my chest. With her in this position, I know the head of my cock is grazing her G-spot with each thrust, working her up. Her body tenses, and I pinch her nipples while sucking her neck just below her ear with a growl.

“Fuck… that’s i-it. I’m g-gonna…” She stops breathing, her mouth open in the perfect ‘O’ as I watch her in the mirror. Her cunt tightens, trying to milk me, but I refuse to come yet. I want her satiated, unable to move by the time I’m done with her.

Rebel gasps, sucking in air, aftershocks jolting through her. I lean in, kissing her neck, her breaths frantic as she slowly comes down. When her silky, sweat-covered skin breaks out in goose bumps, I know I need to move us.

“Let’s move this to the shower.”

She lazily dips her chin and leans forward, bracing on the counter. Once I’m sure she’s not going to fall, I step over to the shower and turn the water on, adjusting the temperature. Then, I can’t help but take a moment to appreciate the site before me.

Rebel is braced on the counter, her head hanging, and she’s swaying her delectable ass side to side. Stroking my cock, it’s a poor substitute for being buried balls deep inside my woman, but I can’t help myself. It has me thinking of all the things I can’t wait to do with her after she has the baby. Rolling my neck, I tell her, “Get that sweet ass in this shower, Thay. Now!”

“Oh, you mean this ass?” she sasses, pushing it out and enticing me.

“I think I need to fuck that cheekiness right out of you.”

“Promises, promises,” she chimes with a smirk, sauntering over and joining me in the shower.

Without a word, I pull her to me, needing her lips on mine as the spray of water rains down on us. She wraps her arms around my neck, sliding her tongue against mine. Nipping at her lip, she groans, and I trail kisses and sharp nips down her neck to her chest, pausing to suck on her taut nipples. Her fingers thread into my hair, gently scraping her nails against my scalp. The sensation sends a shudder through me, and I can’t help but groan.

I release her nipple and drop to my knees, letting my hands glide over her swollen, pregnant belly. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, Thay.”

With the water spraying over us, Islide my hands down her legs, gently massaging, my focus now on taking care of her. With everything that has happened, the kids and her pregnancy, our intimate moments aren’t enough. While I would love nothing more than to fuck her, to sink my cock into what’s mine, she needs this too. And after today, I want to remind her that I have her.

That she’s my priority.

Moving my hands up her thighs, I let my fingers graze her pussy. Rebel sucks in a stuttered breath as I become more deliberate with each pass, then she fists my hair, pulling me to my feet. Without a word, she turns and leans her chest and arms against the shower wall, panting for breath.

I step in behind her, dipping two fingers into her pussy. “Always so wet for me,” I praise, adding a third finger, causing her to cry out.

“More…” she begs, and I growl.

I slide my fingers out, and she whimpers, but I waste no time, lining my cock up and burying my length deep inside her dripping pussy. “This is going to be hard and fast,” I warn, gripping her hips in a bruising hold.

“Finall—” Her sass is instantly cut short as I drive into her, my balls slapping against her. Her breaths are short and fast, and she whimpers, her pussy clenching around me.

I fucking love how responsive she is when she’s pregnant. But then again, I can’t get enough of her, pregnant or not. That’s how we got here in the first place.

Each time I drive into her, it’s like coming home. I watch as my length disappears inside her with each thrust, and when she moans my name, my pace starts to falter. I clench my teeth, wantingto stay lost in this moment with her, but my legs start to shake as my balls pull up, and a zap of electricity shoots up my spine. Wanting her to come with me, I grit out, “Rub yourself, baby.”

Rebel drops a hand from the shower wall and circles her clit. When she reaches back and spreads her fingers around my cock as I thrust in and out of her, the pleasure instantly surges through me. My vision blurs, and my ears start ringing. My balls pull up, that tingle racing down my spine as the sounds of our joint, furious panting echo through the bathroom.

She clamps down on my length and cries out, her body trembling with the force of her own orgasm washing over her. The sensation of her cunt clamping around my cock so intensely as she whimpers out my name causes my dick to jerk inside her. My head throes back, my teeth grinding together as I grunt out something unintelligible, my breath ceasing as I explode inside her. My hips jolting against her from the force. “Holy. Fucking. Shit,” I manage to grunt out, my vision still blurry.

The intense aftershocks rack my body, and I’m unsteady on my feet, my legs shaking just as hers are. Our heavy pants for breath mix with the spray of water that has turned warm, washing away the slick sweat undoubtedly covering our bodies.

Rebel moans again, but there’s something off about it as I try to focus. “Six?” she whispers, her voice laced with concern.

“Hmm…” I mumble, still trying to find my equilibrium but also noting the tone in her voice.

“I, um… I need to stand.”

My head snaps up, and my throat instantly turns dry. “Shit, baby. Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Fuck! Is the baby coming?” I question, panicked. I was too rough and step back, ignoring the shudder as I slip free. Gently holding her by her waist, I help herto stand upright and turn her so I can see her face. My eyes widen as I take in her tense expression and the fact her hands are on her belly. “Thay?” I ask more sternly.

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, my anxiety reaching a whole new level. “It’s just Braxton Hicks contractions. Nothing to worry about… honestly.”

Nothing to worry about?

Easy for her to say.

Letting out a small obnoxious laugh, my hands rush to her stomach. “I’m taking this very fucking seriously.”

Her hand comes up, caressing my cheek to try to placate me. “Koda… I’m fine, I promise. Remember I had these with Kinzley last time? I remember what they felt like. We just overdid it with all the amazing sex. I am absolutely okay . I swear I wouldn’t lie to you or put our baby in harm’s way.”

Staring into her eyes, I see she is telling me the truth. I let out a long puff of air and pull her to me, wrapping my arms around her. “We did just have amazing sex, didn’t we?”

She snorts, rolling her eyes, and pushes away from me, heading for the bedroom. “Of course, that’s what you focus on.” She giggles and continues into our room. I follow after her as she makes her way for our bed, completely naked and lying down. “I just need a few minutes to recover… let the contractions settle down, and then we can go out and be social. Lay with me?” she asks with a warm smile.

Stepping up beside the bed, I move in beside her. “Baby, I would spend forever laying with you in this room if I could.”

She glances up at me, a slight grimace crossing her face, her hand moving to her stomach again as she tries to hold in her moan. “You’re a softy at heart… you know that?” she murmurs through her pain.

Narrowing my eyes on her, I hold her tighter and nod. “Not long, and our little man will be here, I think.”

Rebel glances up at me and smiles. “We just gotta make it through Christmas... for the girls.”

Weakly smiling at her, I lean in, gently placing a tender kiss on her forehead, my hand sliding out, slowly rubbing her stomach. “Then I am going to make this Christmas the most fucking festive one we’ve had yet.”

She smiles up at me with a small giggle. “Have I told you that I love you?”

Shrugging, I shake my head. “No… I don’t think you have. You might have to tell me again.”

Rebel lets out a laugh that sounds like a freaking Christmas choir as she spins to face me, putting on her serious face. “I, Thayleah Ryan, really, really fucking love you, Koda Walker.”

My chest swells as I stare at her, an idea springing to mind. I told her I was going to make Christmas the best day for her, and I think I know exactly how to do just that.

Smiling so wide at the plan formulating in my mind, I bring both hands to her face and pull her closer to me. “And I really, really fucking love you too.” She smiles, about to say something in return, but before she can, I slam my lips to hers, showing her how much I adore her.

How much she means to me.

How much she owns me, body and soul.

Ever since we first met, whether she’s known it or not, this woman has completely had my heart. Yeah, we’re young, and everything has started so early for us. But to me, that can only be a good thing because it means I just get to spend so many more years with her by my side.

As my rock, as my confidante, and as the woman who is the strong part of me.

So if she wants an amazing Christmas, I am going to go all fucking out!