CHAPTER FOUR

REBEL

We race into our room, and he flicks the door locked behind him. The last thing we need is the kids barging in on us. It’s getting harder for us to have sex these days between finding time away from the kids and my swollen belly, but we make do.

He pulls me to him, his hand sliding around my ass and gripping tightly. “I’ve fucking missed your body.”

I snort out a laugh. “It’s only been a couple of weeks since we last had sex.” In all honesty, a coupleof weeks too long.

His lips move in, pressing against my neck, instantly making my skin come alive. “I know it’s so hard to find time these days, but when we do, I want to take full advantage of you,” he growls out, and the promise sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

Six starts pulling at my clothes, and I don’t resist. Instead, I help him, stripping down naked and then appreciating the view as he eases out of his. He’s right. These moments aren’t nearly enough, but we make sure each one counts.

Our lips touch softly, but not kissing as we pant for breath, the emotion of the moment taking over fully until I can’t hold back any longer. I shift, pressing my lips to his, and he doesn’t hesitate, his lips now urgent against mine. The need, the hunger, as our tongues find refuge in each other, heats my body the way only he can. I thread my fingers through his hair while holding him to me, kissing passionately as he leads us to the bed.

Laying me beneath him, his hips rock against me, his cock so hard I don’t know how he’s keeping himself together. Six’s kiss softens from my lips, pulling back and trailing his bearded mouth down my neck. His tongue darts out, and he glides it along my sensitive skin.

I wriggle against him, needing more as he edges further along my body, his tongue gliding over my nipple. My hands slide down his neck to his shoulders, unsure if I want to pull him closer or push him to where I crave more. He takes it into his mouth with a deep sucking motion, making my back arch, and I let out a small whimper at the sensation. Tingles slither from my nipple to my clit as his teeth graze against my flesh. His hand eagerly slides between my legs while his finger rotates on my swollen nub, my wetness already greeting him as he circles me effortlessly. The feeling is intoxicating, sending a wave of adrenaline through me.

Six knows my mind, my personality, my flaws, my strengths, and most of all, he knows how to work my body. He’s working me up so damn well—every touch, every kiss, every flick of his finger and tongue is like a new heightening of pleasure.

All I’m thinking of is him .

All I want is him .

Six.

Koda.

The man I love.

With another rotation of his finger, I soar to dizzying heights. My back arches, and I moan, my fingers digging into his skin. Lights begin to dance behind my eyelids as the muscles in my neck tense. My breathing quickens before the adrenaline courses through my veins.

Then he flicks again. “Come for me, Rebel.”

Hearing those words—his mouth sucks on my nipple hard at the same time he presses on my clit—are all I need to send me over the edge.

My entire body shudders, splintering off into a million pieces. My nails dig into his back so hard I’m sure it will be bleeding while my muscles contract, then explode in an excruciatingly awesome orgasm.

“God, yes!” I moan, my head flopping to the side as he lets out a small chuckle, his mouth slowly kissing under my breast.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.”

Six grabs my hips as he falls to the bed beside us. I scream out in a laugh when he pulls me on top to straddle him. As pregnant as I am, he still has no problem manhandling me and manages to do it carefully. I can’t deny I love that about him.

Disorientated by the sudden change, I somehow steady myself and sit back, looking down at him. “You think this will be okay?” I ask.

He waggles his eyebrows. “I want you to feel like you’re in control, but I still want to have a little fun while I’m at it,” he instructs.

Cocking my brow, my hands move to his chest, but he shakes his head. “Nuh-uh.” His legs bend, his knees coming up behind me. I giggle when he tilts his head. I think I see where this is going. His hands slide down my torso seductively, instantly turning the mood back on.

My body tingles when his strong hands grab at my waist, hoisting me up, then I ease myself up before lowering, my pussy sliding against the tip of his hard cock. I stop, looking into his eyes, and we connect on every level as I finally slowly slide down onto him. Our eyes never leave each other while rocking together, joining completely.

Both our mouths open wide, making an O-shape as we pant from the overwhelming feeling of fullness. Six inside me is something I’ll never get used to, but one I fucking love the hell out of. His hand slides from my hip up over my swollen belly, then down toward my center, a whisper of a touch. We stay still, not moving. He slides his other hand to the middle of my chest andthen pushes me back, my body falling with his gentle but firm nudge so my back rests on his inclined knees. The angle of my body shifts his cock to an incredible angle, and we haven’t even started moving yet.

He thrusts up…

… and I gasp, my breath catching.

He hits the perfect fucking spot, and I almost come instantly. It takes everything I have to keep myself together. My hands fall on the bed next to his legs to support myself while my head releases in pleasure.

“Shit, Koda.” I gasp.

“I know, hold on,” he instructs.

My hands move to grip his ankles as he starts to move me up and down at the same time he thrusts up. He’s right. I do have control in this, but so does he. So, I move my body, taking over while his hand presses me down onto his thighs. It’s sexy as fuck as we rock together. The pressure builds, and we set a rhythm of him pushing inside me while I slam down on him.

His face contorts in that delicious way. Seeing him affected by me is empowering as I ride him.

The pressure.

The power.

The pleasure.

Everything is heightened as his free hand slides up my thigh. It feels so damn good that I don’t even register what he’s doing until it hits. His finger presses on my clit, and the wave of ecstasy flows through me instantly when he thrusts upward simultaneously.

It’s a rush, an undeniable surge of euphoria as I ride him. His cock is so hard, so deep inside me when he thrusts up. It hits, wave after wave, like a typhoon, as he presses firmly on my clit. Then his finger rotates on my clit so strongly, so forcefully, it’s like all the pleasure in the world is crashing down around me at the same time, stealing my breath. My grip on his ankles intensifies, my legs trembling as I ride through the storm.

He thrusts up, rocking his hips in just the right way to have me seeing goddamn stars. “Koda, fuck!” I moan out, and my eyes roll back in utter contented bliss. My muscles tense around his cock, and my body shudders as my breath catches, then everything releases in waves. As if they have a mind of their own, my hips jerk through each spasm, my legs fighting to close.

Koda slows his pace, groaning like he’s felt my pleasure rushing through him too. My head is a fog while my body almost stops moving, satiated. Each nerve ending is like a live wire, so I’m grateful he’s letting me come down.

“Your pussy feels incredible when you come,” Six growls out the words, bringing me back to the now. My eyes open, and my head tilts forward as I glance down at him. I forgot to keep moving in my climax coma, and he still needs to get there. Grinding my hips with all I have, I put everything I have left into it. And somehow, even though I thought nothing could wake me back up, the familiar heat rises again.

“Fuck, Rebel.” He moans, and I sit up, changing the angle slightly, my hands moving up into my hair. I gnaw on my bottom lip, trying like hell to be sexy for him, to turn him on as he watches my every move with a hard glint in his eyes—a hooded look—one which says he likes what he sees.

Our eyes lock when I feel the pressure building inside me again, but this isn’t about me this time, so I try to ignore it as I focus on his eyes. They’re glassy, unfocused. He’s close—so fucking close.

I grind down on him just a little bit deeper.

Six jerks, his eyes close, then his hands move to my hips, his fingers digging into my skin, tight. He groans, his cock throbbing inside me.

The building sensations are becoming too much to ignore as my hands move to his chest while I roll on him to give him as much pleasure as possible. The change in position has my sensitive clit rubbing against him, and I know I’m going to come again.

“Fuuuck!” he pants out, his head flopping to the side, thrusting inside me, stopping and unloading everything he has.

I bite my bottom lip with a whimper, a small orgasm rolling over me.

Our sex is amazing.

As he opens his eyes, his gaze meeting mine, I know he thinks so too.

His hands slide forward, caressing my swollen stomach. He chuckles as I look into his eyes while he exhales, trying to come down from his sex-induced high. “We made him, and we get to meet him soon.”

My hands slide on top of his on my stomach, and I smile at him. “Yeah, we’re pretty fucking good at making babies.”

He smirks, waggling his brows. “You wanna practice some more?”

Giggling, I widen my eyes. “You can go again? Right now?”

“Baby, our girls are occupied. The club doesn’t need me right now. So we gotta take the chances when we can.”

Leaning down, I press my lips to his and rock my hips, feeling his cock come back to life. “Then this time, fuck me harder, and let’s get dirty this time!”

A low growl reverbs from my chest as I move up, shifting her to the bed and spinning her, pressing her face down, hoisting her gorgeous ass up in front of me. “God, I fucking love you.”