She looked away. “Not that it’s an option, but yeah.”
I made a mental note to hunt down Tee-Tee tomorrow. She ran the ranch dining hall; perhaps she could use some help. Fall calving season had come to an end, and my guess was the cook could use a break. Another bonus? Rebel could earn some money.
The money didn’t matter to me. I had more of it than I knew what to do with. I was more concerned about Rebel’s pride. I sensed it was difficult for her to accept my help earlier when we were shopping for her “essentials.”
I took another bite of my dinner, groaning over its goodness. Thinking about those red lace knickers only made my groans more pronounced.
“You said you were going to tell me a story.”
“And I shall.” When I stood and took her plate, she stood too. “Sit down and let me clean up. While I do, I’ll explain a few things that may seem mysterious.”
“I can help.”
“Sit down,” I said again, using my sternest voice.
She smiled. “All right, all right. Jeez.”
“Earlier,” I began, “when we were chatting with Shadow, she mentioned the Invincibles.”
Rebel nodded.
“It’s a firm I work for. Actually, I’m part owner. We do private security and intelligence work. Prior to that, I worked for MI5. Do you know what that is?”
Her eyes opened wide. “Like James Bond?”
“Essentially.” I rubbed the back of my neck with my hand. “This part is harder to say.”
“Just say it.”
“You asked me why I was helping you.” I finished washing the pot she’d used to cook our dinner, set it down, and gripped the counter with my left hand. “When I left in August, I didn’t know at the time, but it was for a mission. During that mission, I was shot.” It had been a black op to extract an MI6 agent and a British diplomat who had been kidnapped by the Chinese government. We were minutes from making it out unscathed when I was hit.
“Oh my God.”
I raised my right hand which, thankfully, was still. “The bullet went in here.” I pointed to my upper arm. “It did considerable damage, requiring more than one surgery. Three to be exact. After the first two, I still didn’t have full use of it.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Nothing to say. Except maybe to ask me what this has to do with my helping you.”
“Why are you?”
I dried my hands on the towel and walked around the breakfast bar. I spun her stool so she was facing me, put my hands on her knees, and spread her legs. “Because every day, when I thought about giving up, it was the idea that I’d one day do this, that kept me going.” I leaned forward and kissed her the way I’d told her I would the night at the Long Branch.
Rebel opened her mouth to me, and I plunged my tongue inside, thrusting it like I planned to do when I was finally between her legs, with both my mouth and my cock.
She whimpered and grasped both cheeks of my arse, pulling me closer to her. She scooted forward on the stool, and I was at the right height that, when she did, she could grind her pussy against my hardness.
“Imagining fucking you, putting both of my hands on your body, was the incentive I used every day.”
“God, Edge,” she groaned.
“Tell me, little Rebel, did you think of me at all?”
7
Rebel
Yeah, I thought about him. Like he’d said, the idea that I’d see him again someday kept me going. As long as I didn’t think too far into the future, the fantasy of him swooping in and breaking me out of jail recurred almost daily. While he hadn’t broken me out, here I was, sitting in his kitchen, only because he’d come to get me.