Page 24 of Naughty and Nice

“Rebel?”

“I want to be inside your ass when you come, now touch your fucking pussy.”

For a few seconds, he thought she was going to argue with him, but then the moment she touched her clit, he felt her ass tighten around him. He closed his eyes, and it was torture to his oversensitive cock to feel her playing. It was hard to do when he was buried deep inside her cunt, so in her ass, it was a whole new experience.

Rebel heard her soft pants that quickly escalated, and then she came. His name once again echoed off the walls as she came hard. He loved the sound of his name. And he knew he was going to keep loving it.

Just as he had fallen in love with this woman. Rebel had never felt love before. Willow was love. She was everything he had been missing in his life and searching for. He just didn’t realize it at the time.

He couldn’t let her go.

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The following morning, Willow woke up, and it was … quiet. Too quiet.

She reached out but she already knew Rebel wasn’t in the bed, because the warmth she had gotten used to was gone. There were no scents or noise coming from the kitchen. Whenever Rebel woke up before her, he always started the coffeepot. He had more of a caffeine addiction than she did.

He also liked to cook. Not a whole lot, but he made a good breakfast, as long as she didn’t mind shell in her scrambled eggs. She opted for a big fat no, but she was happy to eat everything else. Rebel had stopped cooking the eggs, as he had nearly thrown up as he took a bite of scrambled eggs and they crunched.

Willow sat up in bed and sadness pierced her heart because she just knew he was gone. His leather cut was often hanging on the door of the wardrobe, but that was gone. There was no sign of him, other than the indent on the pillow beside her.

Rebel had left.

Their moment was over.

She took a deep breath, then another, in an attempt to stop the tears, but nothing was working. She felt this giant hole in her chest, and it was splitting apart. For the first time in her life, she had fallen in love and it had meant nothing.

Throwing the blankets off her body, she ran to the bathroom and quickly ran the cold tap. She splashed cold water onto her face, trying to stop the tears. She tried to do anything to keep her emotions in check. That was all she wanted to do—to stop herself from feeling anything. The pain was too much.

It was fine.

It would be fine.

She finished splashing water on her face, and then she ran a brush through her hair. The tears were staying at bay, but Willow didn’t know how much longer she would be able to control her feelings. They were exploding inside her chest.

Leaving the bathroom, she grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a large shirt, and pulled them onto her body.

The coffeepot remained empty on the kitchen counter.

She looked for any sign of Rebel. There was nothing.

Willow had wondered many times if he would say goodbye or if he’d just leave. She didn’t know what was worse. Right now, her heart was breaking.

She pressed her hands to her face and was about to just scream in an attempt to gain control of her feelings, but she heard a noise. Dropping her hands, she heard the scuffling sound again. She moved toward the window and pulled back the curtain and as she looked down into the yard of her bar, she was amazed to see lots of bikes. There were so many of them.

Men were outside, smoking, talking, and Willow didn’t have a clue what was going on. Their leather cuts held the Rebel MC title on the back.

Scrambling off her sofa, she went to the main door that would connect her to the bar, and as she flung it open, there on the step, about to reach for the door, was Rebel.

At first, she stared at him, and he stared at her.

“You … came back?”

“I didn’t leave,” Rebel said.

“I don’t … but … what?”

Rebel took the steps up and Willow couldn’t help but throw her arms around him and hold onto him.