Rebel (Wolfes of Manhattan 1)

She got up, and I lay down on my back.

“Ride me. Sink your pussy down onto my cock.”

She obeyed, a soft sigh escaping her throat like a spring breeze.

I watched. I watched her pussy eat up my cock.

“Look down,” I said. “Watch me go into you. It’s beautiful.”

She obeyed once more. “It is. So beautiful.”

The rhythm mesmerized me. She set the pace, but soon I was rushing, couldn’t go quickly enough. I pushed my hips upward, taking over the rhythm.

“God, baby,” I said through clenched teeth. “My God. You feel so good. So fucking good.”

She whimpered, and when she trailed her right hand over the swell of her breast, down her perfectly shaped belly, and to her swollen clit, I nearly exploded.

“God, yeah. Touch yourself, baby. You’re so hot.”

She moaned as she gently rubbed at her clit, and when her nipples puckered and her pussy clamped down, I could hold out no longer.

I came.

I came harder than I ever had in my life. Shudders racked my body as my world became my cock inside her pussy, the two of us joined together.

Lacey.

Me.

Lacey and me.

I filled her with my hot come. I filled her with my everlasting love.

I filled her.

But truly? She filled me.

When we both finally slowed down our breathing, she collapsed on top of me.

My arms went around her and I held her.

Such new feelings. Such amazing feelings that I could almost forget…

I was a fucking mess.

She knew nothing about me.

Would she still love me when she finally knew everything? All my secrets?

I tightened my grip on her. Never wanted to let go.

I’d hold on to her for as long as I could.

Because eventually she would find out the truth.

Eventually she would leave.44LaceyMrs. Rock Wolfe.

Mrs. Lacey Wolfe.

Rock and Lacey Wolfe.

Rock Wolfe, CEO of Wolfe Enterprises, and his wife, Manhattan Attorney Lacey Ward Wolfe, attend a charitable gala at the Waldorf Astoria.

Rock and Lacey Ward Wolfe proudly announce the birth of…

God help me.

I’d regressed to fifth grade in my head, doodling names on the cover of my three-ring binder.

He was in love with me.

Rock Wolfe was in love with me.

Me.

He could have a beautiful supermodel. Or an exotic cosmetologist named Nieves. Or any starlet in Hollywood. They’d all be proud to be seen on his arm.

He chose me.

Me.

It was all too unreal to be true. Any minute I’d wake up. It would be all over. He’d be telling me we didn’t have a relationship.

And I’d be hauled off for questioning in his father’s murder.

An anvil hit my gut.

That last part—it was true.

“Baby?” He cupped my cheek. “You’re shivering. What’s wrong?”

“It just hit me. I was handcuffed and nearly arrested today.”

“Don’t worry about that. My mother was behind it.”

“Why? Why would she want me arrested? And what if she wasn’t, Rock? What if, somehow, I’ve been implicated in your father’s murder?”

“Honey, please don’t worry.” He pressed his lips to mine in a soft kiss. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I meant it when I said we could leave today. Hop on my bike and never look back.”

“Running away isn’t the answer.”

“It worked pretty well for me the first time.” His eyes took on a haunted look.

I wanted to ask him what he meant by that. Yes, I knew he’d left his family and come here to Montana, but I didn’t know why.

Something kept me from asking, though. He hadn’t been forthcoming with information in the past, and just because we’d professed our love for each other, I still didn’t feel he would be. As much as I wanted to know, this was something Rock kept private.

Very private.

I wasn’t about to push him. I had to let him go at his own pace.

I cupped his cheek, his stubble rough under my fingertips. “I can’t run away. It’s not who I am.”

“Sometimes it’s the only choice, baby. We can’t control other people or what they choose to do to us. The only thing we can control is whether we stick around to let them continue.”

I couldn’t fault his logic, but still I shook my head. “We need to go home.”

“We will. Monday evening as planned.”

I shook my head more vehemently. “No. We need to go now. I’ll never be able to relax without knowing what’s going on. An officer was ready to arrest me as an accessory to your father’s murder.”

“But he didn’t, Lacey. He didn’t because he had no grounds. I’m telling you. This is Connie’s work.”

“Why would your mother have anything against me?”

“Why do birds sing?” He shook his head. “I gave up trying to figure my mother out years ago. She made decisions I didn’t understand then, and she continues to now.”

“She’s truly that bad?”

He chuckled. “I don’t have a mommy complex, baby. I’m not looking for someone to fill her shoes.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I know that. I’m just saying that I don’t see her through rose-colored glasses. She’s not a good person, Lace. I wish she were, but she’s not. I suppose she’s not as bad as my father was, but truly, is the witness to the crime just as guilty if she says nothing?”