Fucking Charleston was a menace, and Rebel’s instincts were right. Now he just had to make sure Rosie stayed away from the prick.
* * *
Rosie was busy grabbing something in her bag when she felt hands wrap around her waist and pull her against a hard body she was about to cry out in surprise when a hand went over her mouth and she was pulled into an empty classroom.
She was turned around, and she saw it was Rebel. Her heart started to slow its frantic beating, and she felt a smile spread over her mouth behind his hand.
“What are you doing?” she asked once he had his hand away from her mouth.
“I had to see you.” Rebel leaned down and kissed her soundly. The room was dark, but there was a little bit of light coming through the blinds on the window.
This soft sound left her, and although she could hear students right outside the door, that only increased her arousal.
“I would have seen you at lunch, which is just one class away,” she teased.
Rosie did hate that she had to hide what she had with Rebel, but until they knew how it was going to play out, it was better to be safe than sorry.
She didn’t want condemnation, didn’t want to pretend like that wouldn’t bother her.
“Yeah, well you know I have no patience, especially when it comes to you.” He gave her a wink.
She smiled felt her cheeks heat from his compliment.
He pulled her close again and she placed her hands on his chest, stopping him. “As much as I would love to just give in right now, we can’t.”
He pretended to be sad, and she laughed.
“Anyone could come in here and see us.”
I don’t give a shit about that.” He kissed the top of her head. “Besides, I wanted to talk to you about that fucker Charleston.”
She placed a finger on his lips. “Not now, please.”
He exhaled.
There was only so much of this pissing contest she could handle.
* * *
Rebel couldn’t take his eyes off of Rosie. She looked so fucking good in her button up shirt that showed off her big tits, and the way her pants hugged her curves like a second skin. Yeah, they could talk about that little punk Charleston later.
He wanted Rosie so badly right now, but she was right. They had to be smart, or more so he needed to keep his libido in check. But when it came to Rosie he had a hard time keeping himself in control.
The bell for class rang, but he didn’t care. Rebel could have stayed in this room with her the whole time.
He cupped the back of her head and brought his lips to her mouth, sweeping his tongue between the seams of her lips and stealing the breath from her.
“I hate hiding what I feel for you,” he murmured against her mouth. “I’ve been hiding it for a long damn time.”
“Me too,” she murmured against his mouth.
Rebel pulled away, but just as he was about to lead them out of the classroom the door opened and light spilled in.
Rebecca stood in the doorway, her eyes wide, but then her expression morphing to anger.
“I heard from someone they saw you guys kissing out in the parking lot, but I couldn’t believe a sick rumor like that.” She sounded disgusted, but fuck her and her uptight, jealous ass.
“Get the fuck out of here,” he said.
She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Rosie right before she looked at him again. “What the hell, Rebel? You’ll be with her nerdy ass but not me?”
Anger filled him at her immature insult. Without thinking Rebel pulled Rosie in close to his body again, cupped the back of her neck, and kissed her right in front of Rebecca. When he pulled away he saw Rosie looked shocked.
They both turned their head and looked toward the doorway, seeing a few more people standing behind Rebecca now, their expressions full of surprise.
Obviously he didn’t care that people saw, but he felt like shit because Rosie probably hadn’t been ready for that PDA. But he’d been so fucking pissed at Rebecca, and her thinking she was better than Rosie.
“They all saw,” Rosie whispered.
“Yeah, and even if I don’t give a shit, I’m sorry I just did that to you.”
“Oh my God,” Rebecca said. “What does she have that I don’t?”
Rebel didn’t bother answering, because he didn’t need to explain a damn thing to this bitch, or anyone for that matter.
Rebecca shook her head, and glanced behind her at the people that now had gathered.
Fuck them all.
“Is that what you’re resorting to now, not only a nerd, but your fucking sister?”
“Stepsister,” Rosie said, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at the sarcastic tone in his woman’s voice.
“Just get the fuck out of here,” he said again, his patience gone.