Rebel (Renegades 2)
“Because that’s all I can give without hurting someone. And I really, really hate hurting people. ”
His gaze searched hers, and Rubi was struck again by just how handsome he was. She understood why he was often solicited to act instead of perform stunts. Those mysterious eyes, that wickedly seductive grin, the square jaw were movie-star quality. And he’d learned enough from Jax to take on a bit part—but only when a stunt called for it. Because Wes was a simple country boy at heart. Money didn’t tempt him. He saw fame as a burden. He just wanted to have fun. Which was why they got along so well—when things weren’t serious.
A deep wave of affection washed through Rubi, pulling emotions to the surface. He was such a good man, and she was so damn crazy about him.
Which was why she wouldn’t let either of them ruin that with sex.
Five
The throbbing beat of “Let’s Get Loud” by Jennifer Lopez thumped through the club, into the floor, up the legs of Wes’s stool, and straight through his balls. And he didn’t need anything jostling that area. His entire package already felt like stuffed sausage.
As soon as he had cut Bolton off and thrown him in bed, a drunken mess, Wes had come to Stilettos. And discovered the club wasn’t what he’d expected. The lighting was low and dramatic. The seating areas intimate, but not exclusive, with a high-quality look and feel.
Three different bars dotted the club. At the largest, positioned at the center of a seating area to the left of the massive dance floor, a big biker-looking dude slid his hand down the open back of Rubi’s… Well, he guessed he should call it a dress. In reality, it was more like a sheath of black lace, fitted to every curve of her heavenly body, with a few sparkles covering the most private of her private areas. A few inches of sleek fringe bounced at the hem when she moved, the strands barely covering her ass cheeks.
The simple sight of her made so much heat and need build inside him, Wes couldn’t stop shifting in his chair.
He’d come here with one purpose—to watch Rubi pick up another guy, sure it would turn his mind around, allowing him to let go of this ridiculous fantasy he’d been clinging to for months.
But she’d been flirting with Biker Dude for a good thirty minutes, and nothing had happened. Other than Wes dreaming up ways to break every finger on the biker’s hand, which was currently drifting toward Rubi’s ass—an ass Wes had been holding just hours ago.
She shifted out of his reach before he grabbed one perfect cheek.
Wes exhaled and rubbed his face. What the fuck was she doing? If she wasn’t going to pick up someone for sex, why had she come?
“Looks like your date got hung up. ” Andrea stopped beside his table, her full, painted mouth lifting in a seductive smile, dark eyes heavy-lidded.
The blonde had been coming on to him since he’d walked in. He’d given her the I’m-waiting-for-someone spiel, and she’d come around every fifteen minutes to check on his status. And, man, she had a body on her. Not Rubi’s body, but, hell, no one had Rubi’s body.
“Looks like,” he said, averting his gaze toward Rubi again.
At least she’d been off the dance floor for a little while. Watching her move, those sparkles shifting over her sleek body, the fringe flashing her perfect ass cheeks, had been pure torture.
Andrea leaned against his table. Her scent, something heavy and exotic, hung on the air. “I might be able to arrange a threesome with her. ”
A spear of shock pierced his chest, and Wes’s gaze arced toward the blonde. “Excuse me?”
“Rubi. That’s who you’ve been watching since you got here. ”
He had not just heard right. “A threesome?”
Andrea lifted one shoulder in a negligent shrug. “She doesn’t seem too interested in the guys hitting on her tonight. You’re not her type, but you never know. ”
Images of Rubi, Andrea and him in a threesome flashed in his head—both women pleasuring Wes, Wes and Andrea pleasuring Rubi, Rubi and Wes pleasuring Andrea.
Fuck, yeah, a couple of those scenarios titillated Wes, but not near enough to give up exclusivity with Rubi. Threesomes just didn’t interest him when they included having to share Rubi. And the thought of Rubi in a threesome without Wes made him want to choke somebody. But better he know now than later.
He finished off his beer and cleared his throat. “Is that what she’s into?”
Andrea’s lips twisted in consideration. “Rubi’s pretty much an anything-goes girl. ”
Oh, the nasty fantasies popping to mind. Positions. Toys. A little light bondage… “Have you…” He couldn’t believe he was going to ask this. “You know, been with her?”
“No, not me. ”
He frowned. “Then how do you know all this?”
“Observation. Chatter. Shit gets around. ”