Page 121 of Rebellious

Dreaming of her underneath him, clinging to him, crying out his name. Driving him insane.

In bed. Out of bed.

In his head. Outside, in reality.

Her mouth was on him, touching him hesitantly, sliding downward, raining kisses across his chest, down his stomach, and to his cock.

He gasped, smelling her, feeling her, tasting her. Licking her nipples, between the valley of her breasts, to her seam. Spreading her lips and exposing her clit. Bringing her to orgasm and burying himself inside of her.

Filling her with his cum and leaving a baby inside of her. Julia.

Cum jetted from him and Diesel grunted, falling to his knees, tears sliding down his cheeks. Only then remembering he didn’t want children, not with anyone.

If Rebel ever had a daughter named Julia, he wouldn’t be the father. Fuck, if Rebel ever had a daughter…who else would make that baby?

Fuck. No, no, and no.

Just no.

Diesel: Still awake?

It was just after two. Diesel had finished his shower not long after he’d given into his darkest, most shameful desire. But he’d needed a moment, so he’d gathered his belongings, and slipped out of CJ’s room, heading to his own. He’d almost left Rebel alone and not texted her, shaken to his core at how vivid his fantasy had been. Especially that last part, where she was pregnant by him.

Rebel: Waiting for you.

Just as he suspected, though he hoped he’d taken so long, she’d fallen back to sleep.

Rebel: I’ve never stayed up texting all night with a guy.

That intrigued him. They were texting with yards and doors between them. It was innocent. He’d make sure of it.

Diesel: Even with Kaia?

Rebel: Not even with him. We’ve texted into the early morning hours. Does that qualify?

It could. If Diesel allowed it.

Diesel: No.

Rebel:

Rebel: Let’s start our game.

Diesel’s mind was so filled with shit he had no business thinking, he’d forgotten about ‘Would You Rather’.

Diesel: Me first.

Games such as these were ice breakers, Q&As he’d long used with girls he wanted. Usually, they were shy or intimidated by him. He liked to go first and set the tone, ease the little birds into comfort.

Diesel: Would you rather vacation near the beach or in the mountains?

Rebel: Depends on my mood.

Diesel: You have to choose. It’s called would you rather for a reason.

Rebel: I answered. Accept it and move on.

Gritting his teeth, Diesel dropped it. Otherwise, she’d argue for the next hour and still not give him the answer he sought.