Striker: A Dark Bully Romance (Redwood Rebels Book 1) by Rachel Leigh (ebook reader for comics TXT) 📕

Once he’s gone, Talon sits on the edge of the bed. “It’s official. You’re a Rebel. Now you get to choose what you wanna do with that honor.”

My brows raise. “What do you mean?”

“You get your one shot of revenge. Have anyone in mind?”

I think about it for a minute while the guys linger over me—watching and waiting.

“As a matter of fact, I do. But my act isn’t quite as deadly as yours. I love my dad and I don’t want him hurt. But he betrayed me. Now it’s my turn to get what I deserve. I don’t want him to know the truth. Let him think he killed Josh for awhile. In return, I want my trust fund that he plans to withhold until I’m married.”

“You got it,” Talon quips.

Tommy holds out his hand in front of me. “From start to finish.”

Lars tops it with his. Followed by Talon. Then I place mine on top. “And everything in between.”

She’s lying in bed tapping on her phone when I push her bedroom door open. Seeing her smile immediately draws a smile to my face. Ironic how just a month ago, she cringed every time that door opened.

“How you doing?” I ask as I join her at the bed. She slides up into a sitting position and lets her phone fall to the side.

Her shoulders shrug. “As good as can be expected.”

“Maybe this will help.” I slope my body over hers and kiss her lips gently. I can feel her smile against my mouth and my heart pitter patters at her touch. “Is it working?”

Her body slides down the bed until she’s on her back. “Almost, but I’m still pretty tense.”

When I climb on top of her, her legs bend and invite me between them. Grinding against her through the fabric of our clothes, I feel my dick throb in agony. I need to feel her from the inside and make her come. Erase her worries, even if it’s just temporary.

Skating my fingers up her shirt, she lets out a subtle moan when I pinch the bud of her nipple. “I need you, Talon.”

With that, I sit up and take the hem of her pants in my hands and slide them down. She’s not wearing any panties so the bare skin of her pussy looks back at me.

Pushing her thighs apart, I can see her desire for me already moistening her folds.

When I look up at her, lust-filled eyes gaze into mine. She leans forward and begins fussing with my pants, but I push her hand away. “Not yet.”

On my knees in front of her, I press the tip of my finger to her swollen nub and begin rubbing in a clocklike motion.

She begins moving subtly at first, then forces her hips up to try and gain momentum. She wants these fingers inside of her so damn bad, but I need to tease her clit a little bit longer. “Take your shirt off.”

She leans forward and pulls it over her head. Her tits pop out and greet me with hard nipples.

Still rubbing her sex, I lean over top of her and take her right nipple into my mouth, grazing my teeth over it and giving it a gentle tug.

Fuck, she’s so damn sexy and if I keep this shit up, I’ll be exploding before I even get my dick out of my pants. I slide two fingers inside of her but hold them in place with no movement. “Relaxed yet?”

She chuckles. “Just fuck me, then I’ll answer your question.”

I tsk. “You’re too tense, you need to relax.” My smirk sets her cheeks on fire and I know she’s getting pissed. She’s so wet that her arousal slides down my fingers. I begin gliding them in and out and she breathes out a sigh of relief.

Pressing my lips to hers, I suck her bottom lip between my teeth and pump my fingers faster. Sticking my tongue inside her mouth, she tangles it with her own. Twisting and tasting, while forcing her mouth harder against mine.

She lets out another moan with my two fingers inside of her. “I love the way you taste,” I mutter into her mouth. “Can I taste more of you?”

When she nods, I kiss my way down her body. Her breasts, her nipples, the smooth skin of her stomach.

I tug her belly ring between my teeth and give it a gentle pull, before making my way between her legs.

Darting my tongue at her clit, I continue to slide my fingers in and out of her dripping wet pussy.

Her fingers tangle in my hair, and she guides my movement. I pick up my pace and she rocks her hips as she begins riding my face. “Oh God,” she cries out in pleasure. “I’m gonna come.”

“That’s right, baby.” I look up at her as I shove my fingers deeper inside of her.

Her eyes close and she lets out a strangled moan, before pooling her arousal in the palm of my hand.

I pull out my fingers and rub aggressively over her throbbing clit causing her to shudder. Her hand slaps over mine and she thanks me with a smile.

It’s only seconds before my sweatpants are flying over the other side of the bed. I lean forward and press my lips to hers. Just as I’m about to slide inside of her, she tugs at the bottom of my shirt. I lift my head and look into her eyes that are questioning me. I shake my head, no.

“Do you trust me?” she asks in a muffled voice.

“Trust has nothing to do with this.”

“It has everything to do with it.”

She’s already saw the scars that night in the bathroom. Not that I wanted her to. She just barged in and took matters into her own hands. This is different. To willingly take off my shirt and bare my ugly skin to another person is unnerving. It’s something I’ve never done. Ever since I