Rebel (Wolfes of Manhattan 1)

Roy stood, his countenance rigid. “Seriously, we’re all about this? About Rock’s upended life? About Mom and Fonda being broke? Don’t any of you care about the real mystery here? Our father was murdered.”

“Good riddance,” I said.

“I have to agree with Rock,” Reid said. “He was a bastard. Everyone is better off.”

“You’re missing the point,” Roy said. “Someone killed him, and they could very well come after one of us next.”10Lacey“Since Dad was a paragon of society”—Rock rolled his eyes—“obviously he couldn’t have had any enemies.”

That got a laugh out of Reid. “Who wasn’t Dad’s enemy?”

“That’s my point,” Roy said. “Shouldn’t we be watching our backs?”

“Dad’s enemies aren’t our enemies, Roy,” Riley said.

“Besides,” Reid said, “if we try to nail down all the people Dad screwed over in his lifetime, that list would be a mile long.”

“But he was murdered. Someone hated him that much.” From Roy.

“A lot of people hated him that much.” Reid rubbed his forehead. “Including all of us.”

“But someone hated him enough to murder him.” Again Roy.

“Including all of us,” Reid echoed again.

“My point,” Roy said quietly. “They’re going to come after us. We need to figure this out before they drag us in as suspects.”

“Reid,” Rock said, “You and I don’t have time to try to track down Dad’s killer. We have a company to run, and I have a hell of a lot to learn. Roy, if you want to look into it, have at it. I, for one, don’t give a damn. Whoever killed the fucker did the world a service.” He downed the last of his bourbon and turned to me. “Let’s go.”

“Go?” Reid said. “Where the hell are you going?”

“Anywhere but here.”

“But—”

“I’ll be in at ten on Monday morning. We can figure out the company bullshit then. For now, I have plans.”

All four siblings eyed me, Rock with a lascivious gaze, the others questioning.

What could I say? I didn’t owe any of them any explanation. None of their business if I was going to go to my client’s—my client’s son’s—hotel room for wild and crazy sex. We were both consenting adults.

So why in hell did I feel like I had to say something?

“We’re just going to…” Warmth crept into my cheeks.

“It’s none of their business.” Rock stood and held out his hand to me.

I took it and rose. “It’s just some business stuff,” I mumbled.

“If business means me fucking you until you can’t see straight,” he whispered into my ear.

I willed my legs to stay steady. “I’m…so sorry for your loss,” I said to the siblings.

“You don’t see any of us crying, do you?” Reid chuckled and gestured to Rock. “He’s trouble, though. Watch out for him.”

Trouble. How well I already knew.

Trouble I really wanted to get into.My libido was in overdrive as Rock unlocked the door to his hotel room. A spacious suite greeted me. Of course. Wolfe money.

“Reid made the reservation,” Rock said, almost apologetically. “This really isn’t my style.”

“What is your style?”

“I’m a bare bones kind of guy. I don’t need a lot of fluff in my life. Just a cozy place to hang my hat and rest my body, my Harley that goes like the wind, and decent food in the belly. A good bourbon now and then. That’s me.”

“You mean you weren’t raised this way?”

He scoffed. “I was raised in a golden palace. Until I was fourteen, that is. Then everything changed.”

I’d heard the rumors. Rock had been sent off to military school, though I didn’t know why. Derek Wolfe never told me, and neither did any of his kids. I got the feeling no one talked about it. But if we were going to have a relationship, I needed to know.

“How did it change?”

He stalked toward me, his gaze igniting fire between my legs. “I don’t want to talk about that right now.”

“Then what do you—”

His lips came down on mine.

And I no longer cared why he’d been sent to military school.

I cared only about his tongue touching mine, his hard body against mine. He pushed me against the wall and ground into me, groaning into my mouth.

The kiss…so wild, raw, and untamed. Just like Rock Wolfe himself.

Rock Wolfe, a rebel who’d left everything behind. But a good man. A man who was now leaving everything behind again to save a company for his siblings.

He slid one hand down my arm and took my hand, leading it to his crotch. I cupped the huge bulge.

He broke the kiss, panting. “See what you do to me, baby? I’m so fucking hard around you. Just your voice makes me hard. That sexy rasp. You were all I could think about while you were reading my father’s will. All I could think about.” He pressed a light kiss to my neck. “You smell amazing, like sweet cherry wine.”

I closed my eyes and let out a soft sigh. I smelled amazing? He was the one who smelled amazing. Like leather and the outdoors. Like a man. A real man who cut down trees and made stew by the fire. Who rode his Harley, speeding down country roads with me on the back, holding on to him for dear life.