Painkiller

No one moved or said anything for several seconds after that, but then the crowd shrugged and dissipated, leaving Rebel and Rosie standing there.

Blood was on the ground, and she knew what she’d done could very well get her in serious trouble, but she didn’t care.

“Holy fucking shit,” Rebel said, and Rosie looked behind her to see Rebel looking shocked. “Is it weird if I say how hot you look right now?”

Rosie couldn’t help it. She started laughing. Maybe she was in some kind of shock over what had just happened, or maybe for the first time in her life she was being strong and free?

It felt good, she felt good, and right now she had enough endorphins running through her veins that she didn’t care what the consequences of her actions were.

Chapter Eleven

Rebecca had ended up going to the principal after all, and for the first time in Rosie’s school life she’d been sent home for her behavior and suspended for three days.

Although she was glad she’d stuck up for herself, and didn’t take anymore of Rebecca’s shit, she also couldn’t lie and say the repercussions sucked pretty bad.

Turning off the kitchen light she headed into the living room, her thoughts heavy as she wondered how she was going to explain this to her mother and stepfather.

Rebecca hadn’t told the principal exactly what had happened, just that she’d been “attacked” by Rosie. But Rebecca had also called forth “witnesses” maybe thinking they’d back her and say she was innocent in all of this.

That had backfired, because the students the principal had spoken to told it exactly like it was. Rosie knew they were afraid of Rebel and going against him, and it was his badass reputation that had helped them both out in this instance.

Rebecca had been the one to come at Rosie first, and Rosie was defending herself.

Be that as it may, she’d still fought on school grounds, hurt another student, and therefore had to be punished.

But her mom and stepdad would want to know what started the fight, and she wouldn’t lie to them. She was not going to lie or deny how she felt for Rebel, not now, and not ever.

She was proud of her feelings, and no one would make her feel ashamed of that.

“Look at you, my little delinquent,” Rebel said from the couch.

She saw how relaxed he was, the way he had his legs propped up on the coffee table, and his arm thrown over the back of the couch. He was also shirtless, and did he look damn good, with all his muscles on clear display.

He sat up straighter and patted the seat beside him. “Come here, Rosie girl.”

She felt a flush steal over her body, her nipples got hard, and her pussy got wet. All it took for her to feel this kind of arousal was one look from Rebel, but now that she knew what he could do, how he could make her feel, that lust was intensified.

Rosie walked over to him, and Rebel pulled her down on his lap.

“I thought you wanted me to sit next to you, not on you,” she said and smiled.

It was strange, but in a good way, that it only took one night of them being physical, and telling each other that they were in love, and they were already at this comfortable level.

It made Rosie think that this was truly the right choice, and she was meant to be with Rebel.

“Hell, I’ll take you anyway, but having you on me is always the best.” He leaned in to kiss her on the side of the neck. But he didn’t pull away, and instead continued to lick and suck at her throat until she had her head tilted back and her eyes were closed.

Rosie wanted him like a fiend right now, despite her worries about everything.

Who are you kidding? You want Rebel all the time.

This was true on every level.

All she kept thinking about as he sucked on her skin was how big he’d been, how thick and long. He’d taken her like he wanted her above anything or anyone else.

He’d made her forget about anything that didn’t have to do with them. She didn’t worry about coming clean with their parents and telling them what they wanted.

All of that seemed so minuscule compared to the bigger picture.

Her body was strung tight, and beads of sweat lined the valley between her breasts.

“Are you wet for me, baby?” he murmured against her neck.

“Yes,” she breathed that one word out.

The lights were dim in the living room, and the TV had this bluish glow filling the room. It was a very intimate setting, especially when the only thing that could be heard was the sound of their combined breathing.

With every second that passed her pulse quickened further, her pussy became damper, and her clit throbbed. Her panties were past the point of being soaked.