Chapter 12

We got the food to go and headed to my house. I hadn’t been there since the night before and needed to check on a few things. Rebel walked around the house as I took the food to the kitchen. I set plates out and opened our boxes of Chinese food. I grabbed silverware from the drawer and suddenly stopped in the middle of the kitchen. I eyed all the cabinets, the appliances, and counters. It occurred to me right then that this wasn’t my house — it was my mom’s. Everything in it was exactly what she’d wanted back when we lived in the trailer. She’d take me to some furniture store and point out all the things she wanted to get one day. I ran my hand across the refrigerator and smiled.

“You okay?”

I turned to find Rebel eyeing me as I molested the fridge.

“It just occurred to that everything in this house is exactly what my mother wanted back in the day. How weird is that?”

“Not weird at all. I think subconsciously you bought this for her.”

Had I? Maybe I had, nothing in the house screamed ‘Jax.’ I would have had deep couches covered in pillows with beanbags everywhere. That was just how I was, though. I liked comfort. I walked out into my living room with a carton of lo mein and stared. Pictures of desert landscapes lined the walls.

“Oh, God,” I whispered. “This is her house.”

Rebel came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. His lips found my spot, right below my ear, and he licked it before biting gently.

“Can we warm this food up later? I want to see your bed.”

I practically threw my carton on the coffee table and grabbed his hand, dragging him to my bedroom. I closed the door behind him, although I don’t know why. I live alone. I stood by the bed, my chest actually heaving from excitement. Rebel closed the distance between us and I feared I was about to pass out.

My whole body tingled from just one touch of Rebel’s hand. His strong, calloused fingers ran down the length of my arm and stopped at my waist. My breath caught as he lifted my shirt slightly, letting one of his fingers trace my skin. Rebel’s hot breath tickled the shell of my ear.

“I want to touch your skin,” he murmured.

I nodded slowly, lifting my arms so that he could remove my shirt. His fingers brushed my sides as he lifted the material over my head. It fell to the floor and Rebel’s hands moved down my neck and across my shoulders. His lips lightly touched my collarbone and I shivered.

“You’re safe with me, Stan,” Rebel whispered.

“I know, but I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous,” I admitted shyly.

Rebel leaned in, letting his lips glide across mine. His hands slid back up my arms and cupped my face. Our eyes locked and I saw everything I ever needed to know in Rebel’s gaze. This wasn’t a one-off for him.

“I know I have a reputation as a bad boy, but you’re about to see a different side of me.”

I nodded slowly and Rebel kissed me softly. His lips moved along my jaw and down my neck. I could only stand there, my heart hammering in my chest as he kissed, licked, and nibbled at my too sensitive flesh. I finally found the strength to look down and found Rebel on his knees, worshiping my abdomen. I nervously lifted my hand, and it hovered over his hair. I finally sank my fingers into it and almost groaned when Rebel licked a path down my happy trail. His hands slid up my torso and he looked up at me.

“You can stop me at any time, Stan. It’s okay.”

I shook my head and he smiled at me. His tongue darted out and licked my belly button. His fingers gripped the button of my pants and he flicked it open. I could practically hear my heart beating in my ears as Rebel lowered the zipper on my jeans. He helped me out of them and kissed my inner thighs. My dick was hard as hell and Rebel gripped me through my boxers. I almost blew my shit right then. I took a deep breath and tried to breathe normally. My legs began to shake as Rebel began stroking the fabric covering my dick. He began walking me backwards and my legs hit the end of the bed. Rebel pushed me back gently, going down with me as he kept stroking me.

“Turn over,” he murmured in my ear.

I did as I was told and Rebel straddled my lower thighs, running his hands up and down my calves. They slowly slid over my ass cheeks and up my back. Warm lips followed seconds later and I shivered from his light touch. He’d been right. I never knew this side of Rebel existed. His tongue ran up the length of my spine and came to a stop at my ear.

“What do you want, Stan? Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.”

What did I want? I wanted Rebel in my life. I wanted his hands on me, his dick in my ass, and his tongue down my throat. I wanted every single thing that Rebel had to offer — but for now I wanted his mouth.

“Kiss me,” I barely whispered.

Rebel turned me over carefully, settling between my legs. His hard length rubbed up against my boxer-clad prick and my hips arched into his. He steadied himself on one hand, hovering above me. His hair spilled over his shoulder and tickled my chest. I touched his face with my index finger and his eyes closed as I traced his lips. He closed the distance between us and our lips touched in a featherlight kiss. I whimpered and Rebel’s tongue parted my lips.

Then I groaned. I couldn’t help it. His tongue made a slow sweep of my mouth, rubbing against my teeth and tongue. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me. Rebel’s arms encircled me and pulled me flush against him. Our hips moved as we kissed, and it was like nothing I’d ever experienced. Rebel’s tongue was talented, and the way he kissed me? It was so damned sensual I fought to keep my sanity.

Rebel’s hand slipped between us and he resumed stroking my dick. I stilled his hand and he broke from the kiss, eyeing me.

“You want me to stop?” he asked.

“I need skin,” I panted.

Rebel pushed up with his hands and crawled off the bed. He lifted his shirt off and then began to take his pants off. My eyes widened as the denim hit the floor. Rebel wore tight white briefs.

Auggie hadn’t been lying.

“Holy hell,” I whispered.

Rebel grinned and grabbed his dick, giving it a squeeze. Ohhh, I couldn’t wait to wrap my lips around that. Rebel yanked down his underwear and I swallowed hard as he climbed back on the bed. I wiggled, trying to get out of my boxers and Rebel grabbed a hold of the elastic and pulled. I shimmied out of them and watched as Rebel threw them off the side of the bed.

He pushed my legs out and dropped between them. I felt the tip of his dick right on my ass.

“I’m…” I glanced into his eyes.

“Not ready?” Rebel asked.

I nodded and he grinned, touching my face with his fingertips.

“How about we just kiss and maybe…rub?”

I pulled him down and he took my mouth. His lower body moved up just a bit until our dicks were sliding across each other. His body was warm, his hands soft as he moved on top of me. I couldn’t catch my breath, couldn’t think straight. The pleasure kept climbing higher and higher until I lost it. There was a tingle of a warning before I exploded, wrapping my legs around Rebel’s hips as he came all over my stomach with a feral growl.

Rebel collapsed on top of me, his arms wrapped around me protectively. I’d never felt so safe in my life — and that was saying a lot. I ran my fingers through his hair as we both tried to breathe normally again. It seemed as if hours had gone by when it was actually minutes before Rebel spoke.

“I think we need to clean up.”

“Yeah.” I looked down at our glistening bodies. “We do.”

Rebel lifted off of me and extended a hand to me. I took it and he pulled me up and into his arms. I don’t know why, but I suddenly became very aware that I was naked in Rebel’s arms. My cheeks grew warm and I cast my eyes downward.

“Hey.” Rebel lifted my chin and searched my eyes. “What is it?”

“I-I-I’m n-n-not sure,” I admitted.

Rebel stepped aback and admired me. I covered my crotch with my hands and he gently took my hands, moving them aside.

“Look at you,” Rebel whispered. “Don’t ever think less of yourself, Stan. That’s that asshole in your head.” Rebel pulled me toward the bathroom. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

I stood in the shower with Rebel Stryker. The Rebel Stryker. It was just so damned surreal. Rebel washed my hair, making sure I didn’t get shampoo in my eyes and took his time cleaning me with the body wash. He turned his back to me when he was done and wet his hair. I nervously poured some shampoo into my hand and tentatively reached up, sinking my hands into his glorious hair. Rebel groaned softly as I began to massage his scalp. The strands slid through my fingers like silk as I rinsed and applied conditioner. He was beautiful all over. Colorful tattoos spread all down his arms and legs, and his back was one massive dragon. Flames came from its mouth, its eyes a deep green.

“Wow, this is an impressive back piece,” I said in awe.

“Thank you. I had it done in Japan.”

“I remember that. I think you’d had too much saké.”

“Nah, I don’t drink that much.”

“I noticed. Why? Is that something to do with your parents too?”

“No, it actually has more to do with Paul’s dad. He was a mean alcoholic.”

“Paul’s been through a lot, huh?”

“I’m surprised it took him so long to break. I think the car accident opened up a lot of old wounds for him.”

I shivered a bit and Rebel shut off the water. We both got out and he dried me off. I was grinning as he made it up to my chest.

“What?” he asked.

“Can you do that every night?” I joked.

“I’d love to.”

Rebel cupped my face and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around him and he pulled me in close. Our bodies merged and I broke from the kiss practically panting.

“We still have food,” I reminded him.

“Yep. Why don’t you get that and I’ll get the bed ready.”

“We’re eating on the bed?”

“That way we can fall asleep after. I’m tired, aren’t you?” Rebel glanced at me. “Unless you don’t want me to stay?”

“I want you to.”

“Good, see you in a few.”

We sat on my bed eating and talking about the band tours and life. Rebel cleaned everything up and we lay in bed looking at the stars. His hand slid into mine and I glanced over to see him smiling.

“What?” I asked.

“When I yelled at you, you do know it was because I was stressed out, right? I was so worried about Grandpa that it just spilled out and you were the nearest person.”

“I know that, Rebel.”

“Good. Now come here.”

I rolled onto his chest and he held me. I felt…at home with him? Things just clicked with Rebel.

“Hey, Stan?”

“Yes?”

“Thanks for the food.”

“Anytime, Rebel. Anytime.”