“I said I didn’t want to dance with you and to keep your hands to yourself, asshole. Can’t you understand English? Now, fuck off.” His face had an ugly scowl on it. His eyes were narrowed, and he pulled back his arm. I grabbed him.
“Don’t fucking even think about it, douchebag. You touch her and I’ll beat your ass. The lady said no. No means no. Get the hell out of here before I decide to kill your stupid ass,” I growled. His eyes got round and filled with fear when he took in me and my cut.
“No worries, man. I’m leaving. She’s not worth getting my ass beat.” He and his friend both scrambled to leave. I turned to her.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Thanks, but I had it handled. He’s just another creeper. I was more worried about Serena.” I looked at Serena. She looked pale and shaky. Bear was leading her back to our table.
“Doesn’t matter. You shouldn’t put yourself in danger like that, Madisen. Guys like that can get ugly. Let one of us handle it.”
“Rebel, I appreciate your concern, but I can take care of myself. Guys like that aren’t anything new. I’ve put up with his kind and worse all my life.” She gave me a tight-lipped look, then headed back to the table. I was pissed. She shouldn’t have to take care of it herself. I looked at Joker. He was watching her with a smirk on his face.
“Why in the hell didn’t you do something?” I growled at him. He gave me a surprised look.
“Because she had it under control. If she didn’t, I’d have stepped in. What’s your problem, Reb?”
“Women shouldn’t have to defend themselves when we’re around to do it for them. He could have hurt her!”
“But he didn’t. I was watching. All of us were. Mad can handle herself, man. No need to lose your shit. Now, let’s get back to the fun.” I shook my head as I followed him. How could he be so damn calm about some guy having his hands all over his woman and then threatening her? I never expected him to act like that.
Back at the table, we laughed and joked. Madisen seemed to be comfortable with everyone. The guys overall were teasing her, and she gave it right back to them. Serena was more reserved. I watched Joker interact with Madisen. Though he was touching her arm and back, flirting and teasing her, he did nothing to show his desire for her. How in the hell could he control it? I wanted to crawl across the table and take her mouth with mine, run my hands all over that lush body, and fucking devour her. God, I needed to get the hell out of here before I did something I couldn’t take back and ruined my friendship with my brother. I abruptly stood up. Everyone threw me a surprised look.
“I need to go. See you all later. Have fun.” Several protested, but I ignored them and bid them a quick goodbye. As I left, I looked back. Madisen was watching me with a confused look on her face. I hurried outside. I needed to get back to the clubhouse.
The ride back was short. As I entered the door, CeeCee came slithering up to me. She was one of the bunnies and the one I’d tried to get it on with the other night. She smiled coyly.
“Hey, Rebel, why don’t we go to your room and have some alone time? I missed you while you were gone. I know I can make you feel good.” I shook my head.
“No, thanks, CeeCee. I’m tired. I just want to sleep.” She pouted and tried to get me to give in to her. I ignored her and evaded her grabby hands. I saw that Tate, one of the prospects, was in the corner with Daisy, one of the other bunnies. He’d looked up to see if I needed anything, but I shook my head no.
Finally, in my room, I stripped and jumped into the shower. As the scalding water beat down on my tense shoulders, I closed my eyes and thought about Madisen. She’d looked even hotter tonight. Her tight-ass jeans had hugged her lush ass, making my mouth water and my hands itch. Her top clung to her body, showcasing her little waist and a big rack. Those breasts had me fantasizing on what I could do with them. I was a man who loved tits and ass. To find a woman who had both was an answer to my prayers. Her hair had been up in a ponytail, trailing down her back.
I’d seen the looks she was getting even before that asshole had accosted her on the dance floor. She drew eyes and lustful glances at the bar like she did at the bakery. I grew hard as a rock thinking about her. Groaning out my frustration, I gave into my thoughts. I might feel guilty about lusting after a brother’s woman, but I couldn’t seem to stop.
I slid my hand down to my cock. Taking it in hand, I tugged and squeezed down on the head. A shudder went through my body. I stroked as I imagined her naked and spread out on my bed, her hair wild across my pillow, her lips swollen from my kisses, her breasts peaked with hard nipples and her legs spread showing me her wet pussy.
I knew she’d be tight and so fucking wet. I bet she’d wrap around my cock so good. I groaned as my desire rose even more. I stroked faster and clenched down on my cock. I thought about licking and kissing down her body to that perfect pussy. I thought about licking and feasting on her juices, and then pulling her up on her knees and driving my cock into her pussy, pounding in and out, fucking her like a piston.
I knew I wouldn’t last. My heart sped up and my breathing got choppy. Just as I got to the part where we both got off in my imagination, I groaned and shot my cum all over the shower wall. I pumped my cock until I was empty and weak in the knees. Jesus Christ! I was fucking going to lose my mind. How could I work with her and not give in? But she belonged to my brother. There was no way I’d fucking do that to him. But God help her if he let her go. I’d make sure she was mine and no one ever touched her.
I cleaned myself off and then got out of the shower. Back in the bedroom, I slid into bed and under the covers. The sheets touching my naked body had me on fire. I fought to go to sleep and forget about Madisen Collins.
Madisen:
I watched Rebel as he left the bar. He had consumed my mind since I’d met him on Wednesday. He was hotter than hell and sexy beyond imagining. A part of me wished he would look at me. I’d never been one to want a man. Usually, they left me cold or just not interested. After the way I grew up, having a man was the last thing on my mind. This would explain why I was still a virgin at twenty-five. I know, unbelievable in this day and age. But I wasn’t one to sleep with someone just for sex.
I had what I considered a healthy sex drive. I felt desire. I got horny and needed relief, but I took care of it myself. No way was I going to sleep with a guy merely to satisfy my sexual frustrations, though if anyone would make me rethink that, it would be Rebel. He was beautiful. He towered over my five-foot-four height by almost a foot. He was ripped with massive tattooed arms, a broad deep chest, tapered waist, and huge thighs. His t-shirt and jeans looked like they could give out from the strain on the seams. He was tanned with dark brown eyes, and hair which was kept short in an almost military haircut. His beard and mustache were closely trimmed. He looked about a decade older than me.
I’d seen more than one woman give him looks tonight. Who could blame them? He was mouthwatering. It had thrilled a part of me when he’d come to my aid on the dance floor, while another part of me was upset he thought he had to protect me. Men protecting me in the past hadn’t ever been successful. I’d learned to take care of myself early on. Joker tore me from my musings.
“Listen, darlin’, let me know when you and Serena are ready to go. I’ll escort you two home.”
“Joker, you don’t have to do that. We’ll be fine.”
“I know I don’t have to, but I want to. I just want to be sure you get there without any problems. You had that Chris creep the other day and then this asshole tonight. This would help me sleep tonight.” He gave me puppy eyes. Damn him. He knew I couldn’t say no to him. I sighed.
“Fine. But don’t get into the habit of thinking you need to protect me.”
He grinned and winked. “Got you, sexy. Besides, I don’t think I’ll have to worry about it for much longer.” I looked at him confused. He just laughed and shook his head. He was annoying sometimes, but I found I loved him like a brother. We’d gotten close almost instantly. He’d tried to get me to go out with him and I said no. Since then, we’d realized we were more like brother and sister.
I got up and danced more with Jocelyn, Devyn and Serena. I saw the two pregnant ones stifle yawns. I knew they wouldn’t leave until we did. I pulled Serena aside. “Are you ready to head home?”
“Sure. I’m tired. I want to take a hot bath and then sleep until noon,” she said.
I turned to Devyn and Jocelyn and told them we were heading out. They both wished us a good night but didn’t argue. I knew they were tired. The four of us went back to the club’s tables. Serena and I told the gang we were heading home. The guys tried to protest, but we said we were tired. Joker got up to escort us. On the short drive home, he followed behind my car on his bike.
When I got to the house, he pulled into the drive and bid us goodnight. I gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Serena gave him a sweet smile and thanked him. He waited until we were inside and the door locked before he headed off. Inside, she went to her room, and I went to mine.
Standing in the shower, I thought about Rebel. My nipples were hard and my thighs slick with my juices. I leaned back against the tiles and tweaked my nipples with one hand as I played with my pussy and clit with the other. Images of him naked had me hot. I tried to imagine what it would feel like to have him inside of me. While I read a lot of books and they were often erotic romances, I couldn’t really imagine fully what having a cock inside of me would feel like. I wondered if it would feel as good as some of the books described? As I thought about him sucking on my nipples, eating my pussy and then fucking me, I grew slicker and more tense. The tingling was starting in my feet and rising fast.
My breath was coming out in pants, and I was softly moaning. Sinking two fingers into my entrance, I thrust in and out while teasing my clit with my thumb and my nipples with my other hand. In a matter of minutes, I came hard and long. I had to bite my lip to keep from yelling out my release and Rebel’s name.
I sagged against the wall for several minutes afterward, while I waited to regain my senses. When I felt my legs would hold, I rinsed off and got out of the shower. I got into bed and laid there thinking about what he did to me and what I’d done in the shower. Why did he consume my thoughts so much? He’d probably be like every other guy in my life. I needed to find a way to forget my infatuation with Rebel.
I woke up refreshed. Sunday passed as a lazy day for the two of us. We cleaned the apartment and did some grocery shopping so we’d have food for the week. Then we spent Sunday evening watching chick flicks. Serena was fun to hang out with and so sweet. She was very naïve and thought all people were inherently good. I tried to tell her not to be so trusting.
On Monday, I headed in at my usual time. Throughout the next few days, I watched as Rebel visited the garage across the street, but he didn’t come in to visit us again. I found this left me feeling let down. Of course, there was no reason for him to come to the bakery. Everything was going well. In fact, everything would have been perfect other than my obsession with him, if Serena hadn’t started to get weird calls.
Starting on Sunday, she began to get calls where no one would answer but would just breathe on the phone then hang up. We both knew it had to be Chris. She’d tried to not answer her calls, but they kept coming from different phone numbers. She had no way to know if it was him or someone else.
Today was Friday. I was determined to answer if there was another call. Enough was enough. We’d closed the bakery for the night and had gone home. We were going to have a girls’ spa night. We planned to do each other’s nails, facials, and drink wine.
We’d done our manicures and pedicures and had just gotten settled with more wine and applied our face masks when her phone rang. She gave me a worried look.
“Answer it, but put it on speaker.” She nodded and clicked on her phone.
“Hello,” she said hesitantly. I heard the heavy breathing. “Who is this?”
Then I heard a man’s voice. “Bitch,” it whispered. I grabbed the phone.
“Listen here, asshole. I know it’s you, Chris. Fucking leave Serena alone. If you don’t, I’ll bring a shitstorm down on you. As long as I’m here, you’ll never be with her again. Get a fucking life, loser.”
My words must have been the match to instigate him into talking. “Fuck you, cunt. I’ll call her any damn time I want. You need to keep your fucking nose out of my business. You think I’m afraid of you, or those Warriors I’ve seen hanging around? Serena, you’d better fucking not be letting one of them touch you! You’re mine. I’ll be seeing you, babe.” He hung up.
Serena was in tears. I hung up her phone and pulled her into my arms, as she cried. “He’s not going to leave me alone, is he? Why did I ever agree to go out with him?”
“Honey, don’t worry. We’ll take care of him. Tomorrow, after I get off work, I’ll talk to Bull and the guys. They need to know what he’s doing. Until we knew for sure it was him, I didn’t want to tell them about the calls. But now we know it is him. Let’s not worry about him tonight. We’re going to enjoy our girls’ night and to hell with him.”
She nodded as she wiped the tears from her eyes. We worked to forget and have fun. I could tell she wasn’t fully into it, but she tried. If it hadn’t been after ten already when he called, I’d have called Bull tonight. But I didn’t want to disturb Jocelyn or Devyn. They were pregnant and needed their sleep. Tomorrow was soon enough to talk to them about how to take care of the trash known as Chris.
As we got ready for bed, I double-checked the locks and all the windows. I wasn’t too concerned he’d try to break into my place, but just in case, I didn’t want to make it easy for him either. I also checked that my gun was loaded and ready to go under my pillow. Serena wasn’t comfortable with guns, so I didn’t give her one. I fell asleep knowing I’d be dragging my ass in the morning, but tomorrow was the last workday, so I had a day off. I fell asleep trying to forget about Chris and thinking about Rebel. Again.