Chapter 10

CHAPTER

TEN

Holly

I don’t know how long I’ve been asleep, but I wake up feeling overly warm then realize there’s a heavily muscled arm across my waist cupping my breast, as well as an impressive, hard cock pressed against my ass and lower back. It’s been so long since I’ve had sex, I’m initially a little bit nervous. But then, I realize that Rebel’s been showing me since we first met what kind of man he is; honorable, trustworthy, loyal.

He’s nothing like Devin, in actions or deeds. Heck, how he took care of me last night is one of the best indicators ever. Devin would’ve pushed for sex, regardless of how exhausted I was, while Rebel not only made me something to eat, he insisted that we sleep! I shouldn’t compare and I’m not, exactly, but the differences are like apples and oranges.

Plus, there’s the fact my pappy likes him, which goes a long way for me because he never warmed up to Devin at all. Quietly sighing, I snuggle back into his arms, which tighten as though he’s afraid to let me go.

I like this , I silently muse. There’s something about waking up feeling safe and protected, that’s for sure!

“You’re thinking too hard, Holly,” he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep. “Any and everything we do together is on your timeline, not mine.”

“Um, seems to me there’s a part of you that would disagree,” I tease, turning so we’re now facing each other.

“Ignore him,” he advises, smirking at me as his rock-hard erection prods my stomach.

“What if I don’t want to?” I ask. “Rebel, I want you.”

“You sure, babe? Because once I sink my cock into your sweet body, you’re completely mine. No take backs,” he states. “I want it all with you, Holly.”

“Now it’s my turn to ask you if you’re sure,” I tell him. “I don’t take this lightly, especially since I have the girls. We’re a package deal, which I know you’re aware of, but this isn’t me just wanting to scratch an itch. It’s me telling you that regardless of any residual insecurities I might have, I want to be yours in every way possible.”

He cups my face with his hand and leans in until our foreheads touch. “There’ll be people who say all of this is too soon, but I love you, Holly.”

Heat blooms deep inside as I read the sincerity in his gaze. “I love you too, Rebel,” I murmur before touching my lips to his.

Things seem to go fast yet in slow motion after that, as he takes over the kiss, which brands my soul with the promise of forever. He’s not shy at all, and I soon find myself lying there in his arms, naked and almost delirious with desire.

As his head descends to one of my breasts to capture a nipple in his mouth, his hand kneads and plumps the other breast. I can feel my pussy slicken with the heightened passion as I moan out my pleasure at his touch. He alternates between my breasts until I’m practically writhing underneath his hands.

“Rebel,” I murmur, “please.”

“What do you need, baby?” he asks, kissing down my abdomen.

I’m so lost in a haze of passion I forget that I have that slight pooch from carrying my girls, as well as the silvery stretch marks until he reaches the apex of my thighs. Shyness overcomes me, which has him lifting his head and saying, “Nuh uh, don’t shut me out, beautiful. What you see as flaws? I see as proof that you brought life into this world. Those two little girls are already the apple of my eye, Holly. Let me love you the way you deserve to be loved.”

His tongue flicks out and touches my distended clit and I arch my back then pull his head into the cradle of my thighs. Never in my life have I been so aggressive during sex, but my body has a mind of its own right now. When he slips two fingers inside and begins pumping them in and out while he continues to lave my clit, I detonate, my orgasm rushing through me like a tsunami, crying out his name. He gentles his ministrations as I come down until I’m too sensitive for him to continue, which causes him to smirk as he glides back up my body.

Reaching over to his nightstand, he grabs a condom from the top drawer, opens the foil package and quickly slicks it down his impressive erection. “Ready for more?” he asks.

“God yes,” I tell him, widening my legs to give him room. He notches the head of his dick at my entrance and slowly enters me while kissing me deeply.

The slight stretch and burn are welcome, and I wrap my legs around his waist, causing him to go deeper. “Fuck, you feel so good, Holly,” he murmurs against my lips. “This first time might go faster than I want,” he warns.

I can’t help the giggle that escapes as I say, “It didn’t take me long at all, and that’s down to you, Rebel.”

He smirks down at me, his gaze searing me from the inside out as he begins moving rhythmically. Once again, I feel an orgasm building, especially since each time he enters me, he hits my G-spot.

“Not. Gonna. Last. Long,” he rasps out, his movements becoming jerky. “Come with me, Holly,” he instructs, slipping his hand between us to glide his thumb over my clit.

“Rebel!” I scream out, my pussy pulsing in time with the movements of his dick. He thrusts three more times before stiffening, calling out my name as sweat drips down his forehead onto my chest.

As his weight briefly pushes me into the mattress, he manages to roll while keeping us connected while his hands stroke up and down my back and along my sides.

“Fucking beautiful,” he finally says once he’s caught his breath.

“Yeah, it was,” I reply, leaning in to kiss him. “Never thought it could be like that, Rebel.”

“It’s only gonna get better, Holly,” he promises, winking at me.

“Any better and I might not survive,” I tease.

“Good thing I know basic resuscitative measures, huh?”

We end up spending most of the day in bed, napping in between making love, until it’s time to come back to reality and the real world.

“This should be interesting tonight,” I tell him as we walk into the bar.

“Why’s that, sweetheart?” he asks.

“Because I’m aching in places I’ve never ached in before!” I whisper-yell, which causes him to burst out laughing.

“We may have been a bit… rambunctious, hmm?”

“You think?” I retort. “Good thing I can handle anything for a minute.”

“You’ll need to explain that to me someday, babe.”

“I will,” I swear.

Once again, it’s a crazy night, probably because Thanksgiving is the following week. I just know the tips have been beyond what I expected, which means that I almost have enough to pay off Myra and get the few things for Christmas that the girls asked for from me and Santa. The playroom is the big gift, but they both wanted new baby dolls, plus they always get books and clothes. Smiling, I keep serving drinks and beer, while Rebel looks on.

I’m so dang lucky right now, I think to myself. Life is finally good for me.