After dinner, we head back to our hotel room on the other side of town. My thoughts are spinning over the entire evening. I don’t know what I expected after Rebel told me how cool his parents were, but I didn’t expect them to be like that. What must it have been like to grow up in a household so obviously full of love and support?

I glance over at Rebel. The street lights play across his features as he drives, giving him an oddly ethereal look. I’m not sure I deserve to know someone as amazing as Rebel, but I’m going to appreciate it as long as I have the privilege. I just hope that eventually, when he’s gone from my life, he’ll still think of me from time to time. The thought of Rebel forgetting me entirely makes my stomach clench.

“So, what’d you think of my family? Did they scare you off?” Rebel asks as we pull into the parking lot of the hotel.

“Nah, they seem really great. Thanks for inviting me; this has been a lot of fun.”

“It’s not over yet. You still have to be subjected to my entire extended family tomorrow.”

“I think I’ll survive,” I assure him with a chuckle.

Once we’re checked in, we haul our bags up to our room and both flop down on the bed.

“Oh man, I’m wiped,” Rebel says, punctuating it with a loud yawn to illustrate his point.

“We didn’t sleep much last night,” I agree with a yawn of my own.

Rebel tilts his head back and forth and rolls his shoulders a few times before tugging his shirt off and tossing it aside.

“Are your shoulders stiff?” I ask.

“A bit. I think it’s from all that time in the car.”

“Lay on your stomach,” I instruct.

“Ooo, is this going to be kinky?” Rebel asks with hope.

“You were about to fall asleep two seconds ago, and now you’re awake enough to mess around?”

“I’m always up for messing around.”

“Sorry to disappoint, but I’m going to give you a shoulder massage.”

“That is the opposite of disappointing.”

I straddle Rebel’s ass and start working his shoulder muscles with my hands. He lets out deep groan of pleasure as I work out a tricky knot behind his shoulder blade.

“Keep those noises up and this might turn kinky after all.”

“Do whatever you want with me, just don’t stop rubbing,” Rebel moans into the pillow.

“Hey, you know what would feel even better on your muscles? A hot bath.”

“Only if there’s enough room for both of us in there.”

I climb off the bed and check the bathroom.

“Definitely room for both of us,” I call out.

Less than a second later, Rebel’s arms wrap around my midsection from behind. “I’ll start the water, you get naked.”

I strip, leaving my clothes in a pile just outside the bathroom. And as soon as the tub is full of hot water and a splash of something that made floral scented bubbles, I climb in and spread my legs for Rebel to sit in front of me. A shiver of pleasure zips over me as our slick skin slips and slides against each other.

I resume the shoulder massage, not bothering to hide the way his sounds of pleasure affect me.

After a few minutes, Rebel melts against me, making it difficult to rub his shoulders. So I let my arms go around his waist, and trail my fingers up and down his chest and stomach. I lick a few water droplets off the side of his neck, and a deep rumble of contentment comes from deep in his chest.

I slip my hand lower and find his thick erection just waiting for my attention. I tease him a little, dragging my index finger from the head of his cock down to his balls and then cupping them in my hand.

Rebel sucks in a breath as I gently roll his balls in my palm, not in any rush to finish him. I’m more content to play and enjoy his warm, wet body in my arms. It only takes a few minutes for his balls to tighten and his body to start trembling against me. I back off, and he lets out a frustrated grunt.

“Don’t be mad, I’m just proving how much you taught me in Vegas,” I say, referencing his lesson in edging last night.

I’ve never been one for delayed gratification, but I have to admit that he was right about how much harder you can come if you hold it off a bit first. When I feel him relax a little, his orgasm no longer right on the edge, I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and give it a slow stroke from root to tip. My return journey is equally as measured. And I repeat the unhurried motion until Rebel is squirming against me, my name falling over and over from his lips in equal parts pleading and curse.

“Do you want to come?” I ask in a bored voice, and Rebel growls in response and flexes his hips.

I tighten my fist and jerk him faster while reaching around with my other hand to play with his balls.

“Fuck, Troy, so good.”

Rebel’s head lolls back against my shoulder, giving me perfect access to the pulse point in his neck. I bite down, not quite hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough to make Rebel cry out. His cock pulses in my grasp, and I slow my strokes to milk the cum from him. Rebel shudders and lets out a sigh full of deep satisfaction.

I kiss the red flesh on his neck where my teeth have bruised him just the slightest bit. “I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to pass the fuck out.”

“Mmmm, let’s go to bed,” Rebel agrees.

We climb out of the tub and towel ourselves off before crawling between the sheets together. Last night, I was too exhausted to think much about sharing a bed with Rebel. But as soon as we’re lying down, Rebel rolls toward me and puts his arms around me; my whole body tenses.

“Sorry,” Rebel says, immediately pulling back and scooting over to give me a little breathing room.

“Sorry, I’m not much of a cuddler,” I apologize.

“S’okay, babe.” Rebel presses a quick kiss to my cheek and then backs off again. “Get some rest. You have a whole clan of crazy to face tomorrow, and you’re going to need your strength.”

* * *

I stand in front of the mirror buttoning my shirt and then trying in vain to smooth out every minute wrinkle.

“Relax, babe.” Rebel appears behind me and presses a quick kiss to the back of my neck.

I shiver at the intimacy of the gesture, and my heart thuds erratically. “I’m relaxed,” I argue.

“No, you’re not. That’s okay, though, because it’s cute that you’re so nervous.”

Rebel puts a hand on my shoulder and turns me to face him. He fiddles with my collar, arranges a few rogue strands of my hair, and then he smiles. My already thundering heart can barely take it. This is too much. It’s too risky.

“Thanks,” I say, clearing my throat and taking a step back.

Rebel’s face falls for a second before he recovers with a forced smile. “Don’t mention it; that’s what friends are for. Now, let’s get going, so we don’t miss all the fun.”

We ride in silence to his parents’ place, and when we get there, I’m floored to see how many cars are lining the street. “You weren’t kidding about this being a big thing.”

“My parents don’t do anything half-assed.”

I take a deep breath, and we both climb out of the car and head for the front door.

Inside, it’s a blur of handshakes and hugs from overzealous family members who don’t realize they don’t even know who I am. It’s warm and happy in a way I’ve never experienced before. And it’s impossible not to get just a little lost in the moment.