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  I wish he’d make a move.

  Strong hands massage my ass and I think, these hands could hold me against a wall as he takes me hard. Oh, fuck it.

  Jumping up, not caring that I’m naked under the sheet, I turn to Rebel. Surprise flares in his eyes. “Tell me you have a condom, because I want you right here on this table.”

  “Full of surprises, Princess.”

  “I want to be full of you.”

  I put my hand over my mouth, shocked by what I said. There’s no taking it back as I watch him pull a condom from his wallet. He kicks his flip flops off and drops his shorts to the floor. No underwear. My mouth goes dry at the sight of his impressive cock. I want it. Badly. Now. Inching to the end of the table, I spread my legs. There’s no time for foreplay. I just want him to take me.

  “Don’t worry, Starr. I’ll give you exactly what you need.” His mouth crashes over mine as he rolls the condom over himself. Two fingers thrust into me and I whimper. Riding his hand isn’t enough. I need him, but he keeps thrusting his fingers into my pussy, and his tongue into my mouth.

  It’s. Not. Enough!

  Slapping his hand away, I grab his cock and pull him forward. With a growl he lunges into me. I bite into his shoulder to keep from screaming. My arms tighten around him as he pushes into me over and over. I try to fight him when he brings his thumb to my clit, but he grabs both my wrists in one hand and lays me back, never losing his stride. As he plunges into me, his thumb circles my most sensitive spot.

  “Holy fuck!”

  “Quiet, Princess,” he reminds me.

  Yeah, he says that as I’m about to have the first orgasm that wasn’t by my own doing. Oh, oh, holy fucking shit. I break apart and feel like I’m becoming part of the universe. Rebel continues to fuck me. I try to match him push for pull, but my body feels like Jell-O. My legs are mush and my mind is numb. I keep holding onto him, whispering how great it was until I hear him grunt my name and he collapses over me.

  We lie there for a few minutes before he stands up and smiles at me. “Elena was your masseuse today, right?”

  “What?”

  “I had to pay her to get in here. She can lose her job for this. I never expected... I just wanted to give you a massage.”

  “It will be our little secret,” I say, loving that he went to such lengths to do something sweet for me.

  He kisses me, gently, not like a man who just had sex, before leaving. I get dressed and head out to meet my friends.

  “Damn that massage and facial did the trick. You’re fucking glowing.”

  I am not about to tell Kellie what really has me glowing. I’ll never get out of giving her or the others all the details. They rush me to get my mani and pedi, saying my massage ran over. I have to stifle laughter. If only they knew.

  The rest of the time at the spa was uneventful, but a few times I found myself smiling like an idiot and had to get myself under control. These bitches can smell sex and luckily they haven’t caught the scent.

  “Oh my God, Kellie, this dress is gorgeous. Thank you.” I hug her, knowing the dress is ideal for me. The turquoise will bring out the blue in my eyes and the braiding running under the breasts around the back of the dress will make my B-cup tits look bigger. It hangs to the floor, but will hug my figure perfectly without making me look too thin. The silver sequined flip-flops she picked are fantastic. If the wedding is outside, I don’t have to worry about sinking into the sand and if it’s inside, these are acceptably dressy.

  The jewelry, I think, is my favorite. I forget at times that Kellie comes from a wealthy family. Diamond and larimar drop earrings dangle from my ears and a bracelet of the same gems and stones grace my wrist. I don’t know how I’ll ever pay her back.

  As I sit in the chair watching her do my hair, I try not to cry. One because she’ll box punch me, and two because it will ruin the beautiful makeup job she did. Kellie knows just how to bring out the best of my features. Using varying shades of gray eye shadow, she makes me look older, sexier. She lines my lips in a bright pink and uses a shiny gloss. And of course she gives me a light spritz of body shimmer. She feels every woman should shine.

  My hair is a work of art. She has done two small braids in the front to match the braid in my dress. Interwoven in them is shiny silver ribbon. The ribbon hangs down in the back through the loose curls she did in the rest of my hair. It’s almost like she made a crown of braids. It’s gorgeous.

  “I’m not supposed to look better than the bride, you know?”

  “Have you taken a look at Rebel?” Christine pipes in.

  “I have and that man is hella fine,” Lacey adds.

  “The group has spoken,” Kellie says. “That man is hot enough to fry eggs on his ass and he wants you for some reason, so it’s my job to get your pussy fucked tonight.”

  “Blunt as ever,” I sigh.

  “Blunt rhymes with cunt and yours needs a cock in it, so shut up and let me finish working my magic.” She slaps me in the back of the head as we all laugh.

  Chapter Six

  The ladies protested, but I needed to meet Rebel on my own. I was nervous and I couldn’t deal with their smart ass sexual comments. Not after this afternoon. So, I hugged them, grabbed my clutch, and waited for him in the open air hallway. It was calming watching the ocean from all these floors up. I wish I could capture that blue and bottle it to have for days I’m feeling down.

  “I knew you’d look beautiful, but I didn’t expect perfection.”

  I can’t stop the blush that rushes my cheeks at his compliment. “You look pretty amazing yourself.”

  Rebel looks relaxed in white linen pants, a gray button down short sleeve he’s left untucked, and flip flops. It’s casual, yet he looks dressed for a night out. My dress looks wonderful against his outfit and it makes me giddy. It’s like we’ve been planning to go together for months.

  Oh Christ. I’m crushing on Rebel. Will I never learn?

  “Shall we?”

  He offers me his arm and my knees go weak. Is it possible that there really are still gentlemen out there? Not just guys who want to get you drunk, fuck you, and forget you. I mean we did fuck, but thankfully he doesn’t want to forget me.

  Sliding my hand through his arm, I take a minute to take in how gorgeous he is. Feel the strength he possesses. Imagine what a night alone with him would entail. My stomach is fluttering, but I’m enjoying every second of exploring what’s happening with him.

  Suddenly, he spins me in his arms and pulls me flush with his chest. His eyes blaze with hunger. Then his lips are on mine. Ravenous, sucking the very life from me. I wouldn’t care if I died right here. I never want him to stop.

  Just as suddenly he pulls away and places his forehead to mine. “I’m sorry, but I couldn’t go another second without tasting you.”

  I don’t feel my feet as we begin walking, too wrapped up in his words. No one has ever wanted me like Rebel. I’ve always been a one time thing. An afterthought or to help a friend out because they wanted one of my friends. But Rebel, he wants me.

  When we get to the bottom floor of the hotel, I stop and gasp. I can’t believe what he’s done. No one has ever done anything like this for me. It’s beautiful.

  “Your carriage awaits, Princess.”

  “Oh, Rebel.” My eyes tear up, but I blink rapidly thinking of Kellie’s hard work and not wanting to look like a stupid, emotional girl in front of him.

  Two gray horses are hitched up to a white carriage. Tropical flowers adorn the entire thing. I’ve never seen anything like it. Rebel shoos the driver away as he starts to step down and he helps me in, even holding up the bottom of my dress.

  “I didn’t think it was possible for you to look more radiant, but sitting amongst these flowers, you shine.”

  He grabs my hand and I swear it’s the only thing grounding me. My head is in the clouds. I’ve found the man of my dreams. The one I swore couldn’t possibly exist. He’s sitting next to me—in a hot as sin package.r />
  One I hope to unwrap later.

  The ride to the wedding is too short. I want more time with Rebel’s arm wrapped around me, leaned into his side, taking in his male scent. I want more of him. The way he presses his lips to my head and sighs like he’s found peace. How he keeps one of his hands wrapped in mine. To hear him whisper that he’s going to have the most beautiful date of the night and how he hopes our date won’t end after the wedding.

  It’s intimate.

  And it’s just us.

  I’m not ready to share him yet.

  My breath is taken away at the sight of the wedding set up. Thatched roof canopies are lit up in twinkling lights. On the tables, glass globes are lit up in varying shades of blue and turquoise to match the water. Flowers from all over Cabo are circled around the globes. All the chairs have white covers with blue bows. But none of it is as exquisite as the archway where Jennie and Aaron will say I do.

  That is a piece of art.

  Someone hand wove branches to create the arch. I can’t imagine the hours it took. They interwove shimmering white tulle and matching twinkling lights from the canopies. The flowers from the tables were placed in just the right spots to not overpower it, but make sure that every picture of the couple will be perfection.

  Rebel shows me to my seat and begins his usher duties. I enjoy watching him. Seeing the gentleman that he is. It’s a small wedding. Only about twenty people total, but he seats everyone and the smile never leaves his face. He talks to each person Every now and again, he looks my way and I’m blessed with a smile too. A few women scowl at me. It makes me wonder if they’re exes or women who have liked him, bringing up old insecurities for me. I try not to worry, but there isn’t one unattractive person here. Or older.

  Where are Rebel’s parents?

  Finally, Aaron and his best man walk out. Rebel lines up with them. Music starts through the speakers and two lovely ladies walk out in light blue dresses that match the bows on the chairs. As the wedding march begins, we all stand and Jennie walks out. She is a vision in a long, strapless, simple dress. Her hair is pulled back in a bun with her veil tucked into it. A few ringlets hang down. Her smile is stretched so wide, there’s no doubt about her happiness. She gives me a nod on her way by, making me glad I decided to accept Rebel’s offer.

  Rebel’s eyes stay on mine the entire ceremony, making me feel special and flushed. He may not know the effect he’s having, but my core is sore from clenching. As soon as he’s finished his duties, he takes a seat next to me, his hand finding my thigh. His touch sets off fireworks through my entire body. He said I would make him the luckiest man here tonight, but I’m the lucky one. I haven’t stopped smiling since he asked me to be his date.

  The night is a blur of fun. Jennie and Aaron smear each other with cake and lick it off each other’s face while we all laugh and take pictures. They’re adorable together. They invite everyone to dance their first dance with them. Rebel practically ripped my arm off out of excitement to get me on the dance floor. I never warned him I have two left feet.

  As he held me close, I couldn’t help but ask, “Where are your parents?” I regretted my question instantly.

  His eyes grew sad before he responded. “Jennie doesn’t speak to them. There’s more you don’t know about Cannon. Why he’s in jail. She caught him with one of our younger cousins. Our parents couldn’t deny the truth any longer, but they still wouldn’t admit what happened to her.”

  My heart shatters for the broken little girl Jennie was who had no one to fight for her. Well, that’s not true. Rebel fought for her. But her parents should have too. I’m so angry they let her down.

  “You’re a good man, Rebel Blackburn, and I’m glad I met you.”

  His lips find mine and everyone else disappears.

  We drink, eat cake, and dance until my feet are sore. My heart is pounding all night. Everyone comes over to talk to Rebel and meet the girl who seems to be making him so happy. Normally I would freak about the attention, but being around Rebel I feel relaxed. I’m never this way.

  “Do you think anyone would notice if we snuck away?”

  “You’re the usher, Rebel,” I say giggling at him.

  “Ah, the party is dwindling down. Come on.” He grabs my hand and we walk backwards out of the dance floor canopy. As soon as we’re away from the lights and covered in darkness, he turns us and whispers, “Run.” I do, as fast as my flip flops and long dress will let me go, laughing like a little girl the entire time. I’m falling hard for this man even though I know it’s much too soon.

  We run around a corner, far away from the wedding, away from the resorts until we reach an alcove. Sitting there is a basket with a blanket sticking out of it.

  “You planned this,” I say, beaming.

  He just smiles as he walks over and lays the blanket down on the sand. I watch him as I feel the spray from the ocean explode off the rocks. He pulls a bottle of champagne out of a bucket of ice and grabs two flutes.

  “I wanted to celebrate what’s happening between us.”

  I sit on the blanket and grab a glass. He is everything I have ever wanted.

  “Here’s to your past becoming your present and having her be everything you never knew you wanted.”

  We clink our glasses together and drink. Rebel takes them and puts them back in the basket. He stares at me for a moment before his lips are on me. There’s no gentle this time. Only hunger. He pushes me back on the blanket and I don’t fight. I want him just as bad. Our tongues war as he works my dress up my body. Sitting slightly, he frees my body from the fabric. A comment of how beautiful my body is passes his lips before he is devouring my neck.

  I grab for his shirt, fumbling with the buttons. Consumed with the need to have him naked, I rip with all my strength and feel some satisfaction when buttons fly. He growls his approval and I go for his pants. The rest of our clothes come off in a frenzy. I lick my lips and Rebel does the same, sending a wave of need through my core.

  I don’t get to say a word. He drops to his knees and plants his face in my pussy. “Rebel!” He has no idea I’ve never had oral sex before. As his tongue swipes up my middle I arch off the ground. Oh, holy hell. Why the fuck have I never done this before? His plunges and licks all around before entering his fingers too. I buck like a maniac. “It’s too much. I can’t. Fuck, I can’t.”

  But he doesn’t stop. He keeps licking and sucking until my breath stops and I drop of the edge of the Earth.

  I hear ripping and then he’s inside me, filling me. Oh, God, he feels so good. I push until he touches every part of me, wrapping my legs around him and trapping him there.

  “Like it deep, Princess?”

  “Mm-hmm.”

  He pulls out and flips me over, one arm under my belly holding me up, and slams into me.

  “Oh, fuck. Rebel. Don’t stop!”

  He pounds into me as the spray from the ocean mists our skin. My elbows chafe on the blanket, but all I can think is I want more. Deeper. Harder. I want this man to fucking own me.

  “Fuck, Starr!” My name roars from his chest and we both collapse to the blanket.

  I lie there staring at the stars, but my eyes start to feel heavy. Rebel hasn’t stopped looking at me.

  “You can sleep. I’ll watch over you.”

  Chapter Seven

  My head hurts, feels kind of fuzzy. Why is it so hard to open my eyes? Why do my arms and legs feel heavy?

  “Finally awake, Angel?”

  Angel

  Blinking a few times, I peek through slit eyes to see Rebel sitting across the room. I don’t recognize this place. It’s all cement. Where are we?

  “Rebel?” Why is my voice so hoarse?

  “Guess again?”

  He sneers at me and I notice his hair is different. It’s cut shorter on top now. Styled.

  “Cannon?”

  “We’ll go with that name. Did you miss me?”

  I try to move, to get away, but my arms and legs a
re restrained. I lift my head as much as I can and look down to see I’m naked. What the fuck? How did I get here? What is he going to do to me?

  “Where’s Rebel? What did you do to him?”

  “Poor naïve, Starr. You really don’t get it, do you?”

  Don’t get what?

  He stands up and removes his shirt, In the same exact spot as Rebel is the tattoo, The demon souled man provides a hiding place.

  “No!”

  “Oh, yes. Rebel never existed.”

  “Why?” Why do psychos do anything?

  “Because I love you.”

  “Did you love your sister?” I spit the words at him.

  “Jennie isn’t my sister.”

  “W-what?”

  “Like I said…naïve. I just needed to plant the idea in your head.”

  “But you said I was almost her and she went along with it.”

  He laughs. “Jennie was one of my girls.”

  I can’t…can’t process what he’s saying. He’s right. She never confirmed the story about Cannon or that they were siblings. Hell, at the wedding I didn’t even listen to the last names because I was too distracted by Rebel or whoever the fuck he is, making goo-goo eyes at me.

  He starts walking around, a smile on his face. “It was so easy, you know? Watching you. Learning your patterns.”

  “B-b-but you went to Maryland.” I’m grasping for any straws that can make sense of what’s happening.

  “You really did believe anything I said. I love that about you. I heard of a town called Pasadena once. It sounded nice, so I said I was going to college in Maryland. It was the easy break up scenario from Ebony. I would love to go to Pasadena. Maybe we can go.”

  Is he fucking serious?

  “I never left Arizona. I would never leave you, Angel. You know I ended up in the same club as your bitch sister once.” He gets a look only a maniac can master and my blood runs cold. “Her friend told her I was there. You should have seen her search for me, but I was already gone around the corner. Oh, how she cried. It was glorious payback for her keeping us apart.”