Rebel (Wolfes of Manhattan 1)

He tasted of the crisp bourbon he’d drunk at the restaurant. Bourbon and spice and the unique flavor that was Rock Wolfe.

Our tongues tangled and dueled, our moans answered each other. His cock poked into my belly, and I reached down to cup the hard bulge.

I wanted him.

Not just his body but all of him.

All of Rock Wolfe.

I knew next to nothing about this man, but emotion bubbled in me—emotion that was foreign to me.

Love.

I was falling in love.

God, I was headed for heartbreak. This man was a closed book. He shared his body with me but nothing else. How could I love him? It made no sense, but love him I did. I knew it as I knew the most basic tenets of life.

I love you, Rock Wolfe.

How I longed to break the kiss, panting, and admit those feelings. Fear, though, prevented that. Fear of rejection. He wouldn’t say it back. He didn’t feel it. If we didn’t have a relationship, he certainly wasn’t falling in love.

Could I do this? Could I spend the weekend with a man who wanted me but would never give me his heart?

As he continued to kiss me with such force and passion, I realized I already knew the answer.

Yes.

Yes, I could.

When this ended—and it inevitably would—I’d be devastated.

But until then, I’d enjoy what I could have of Rock Wolfe. His body. His attention. His warm mouth on mine.

He pushed his cock into my belly and his leg between mine. I ground into his hard thigh, my clit pounding in time with my rapid heartbeat.

He broke the kiss, and we both inhaled heavily.

“Damn, Lace. I could kiss you forever.”

I shivered, my nipples hard and aching. He was caught up in the moment. That was all. He didn’t mean he literally wanted to kiss me forever.

How I wished it were true, though! How I wished he could love me.

Before I could think much more, he turned me around, yanked the robe off me, freed his cock, and pushed it into me.

This was how he’d taken me that first day in my office. Hard and fast and from behind. I’d been slick as aloe then, and I’d bet I was even wetter now. I couldn’t get enough of Rock, of his raw maleness, of his massive cock.

“You’re so tight, baby. So fucking tight. You’ve got the sweetest pussy on earth.”

His words made me hotter. They weren’t the words I longed to hear, but they spurred me on anyway, and soon I was jumping into orgasm.

“Rock!” I pushed backward, trying to force him farther and farther into me, so deep into me that we became one.

“That’s it, baby. Come all over my hard cock. Come all over me.” He plunged into me again and again.

Again and again and again.

Until he jammed into me one last time, groaning. “Lacey, my God!”

When I pulled out after he finished, I held back the whimper that threatened. I pasted a smile on my face and turned to face him. “Hungry? We’d better eat before the food gets any colder.”

“Hungry for you, baby.”

I let out a little laugh that was supposed to sound nonchalant but instead sounded forced. “There’s plenty of time for that. Let’s eat.”

“You okay?”

“Fine. I’m fine.” And I was. Sort of. He hadn’t promised me anything past this weekend.

I was okay with that.

I had to be.39RockNo one had heard from my sister since she left dinner that night with Lacey and me. When Reid mentioned it at work the next morning, my skin went cold.

“Let’s find her then,” I said to him. “We’ve got Daddy’s resources. Put the best PIs on her tail.”

“Already done,” Reid said. “I called it in this morning. Nothing so far.”

I nodded, my heart racing. I loved my little sister. Protecting her was what had sent my life down the shithole. I’d do it again, though. I only wished I’d been more successful the first time.

I wouldn’t fail my baby sister again.

“I was planning to go to Montana for the weekend,” I said, “but I’ll cancel. Riley’s more important.”

“No need to do that,” Reid said. “There’s nothing either of us can do. We’ve got the best people on it.”

“We need to be on it.”

“I get it, Rock. She’s my little sister too. But we’re doing all we can. Go on your trip. You need to pack all your stuff up and ship it back here anyway.”

He was right about that, though packing wasn’t what this weekend was about. This weekend was about taking Lacey on a ride she’d never forget, no pun intended.

But my sister trumped that.

“I don’t feel right going away right now. We need to find her.”

“We will, but you have to understand.” He paused a moment. “This isn’t the first time Riley has taken off.”

I lifted my eyebrows. “It’s not?”

He shook his head. “The third time, actually, and when she goes, she doesn’t want to be found. She’s an adult, Rock. An adult with…issues.”