Rebel (Renegades 2)

“She’s kinda out of your league, isn’t she?”

Wes looked up only long enough to shoot the other Renegade a glare.

“Just sayin’. ” Keaton held up his hands, palms out. “I can totally see why you went for her, but…not your usual type. ”

“I’ve only heard that half a dozen times already. ” His phone buzzed again, and he glanced down.

RUBI: Did you find someone to relay that beautiful rig of yours?

His lips twitched up into a cautious grin. Not a “Last night was so hot I can’t wait to have you again,” but Wes would take what he could get.

WES: That’s all you, baby. I don’t want anyone else touching my rig.

“I’m going over to Tommy’s Burgers for lunch,” Keaton said. “Wanna come?”

“Kinda early for lunch, dude. ”

“I’ve been up since four. Starting a new workout. I go to this CrossFit gym near my place. Man, those bitches work me into butter. I’m burning so many calories and building so much muscle, I can’t keep weight on. ”

“I’m not hungry. ” At least not for anything but Rubi. “You go on. ”

Keaton tossed down his rag and straightened, stretched. His groan was one of those damn-I’m-sore groans. “All right. I’ll bring you back a burger. ”

Wes nodded absently just as Rubi’s message came through.

RUBI: You’re on,

but I need that baby in my hands to program it properly.

Wes’s face broke out into a full grin as Keaton turned for the trailer. Current sizzled through his body at Rubi’s flirty innuendo. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t have made much out of the comment. But after last night, the fact that she was still flirting with him was another great sign.

WES: Holy shit. My rig’s circuit just blew. You know I can’t work when it’s jacked. Come and fix me up, baby.

RUBI: Do you have time now?

A breathy laugh exited his chest, and Wes swore his heart beat three times in the normal span of one. His cock had already been half-hard just from the memories of the night before. Now it was rubbing his jeans again.

WES: For you? Hell yes.

Wes glanced up, surveying the movement on set. Based on the sketchbook open amid a group including Jax, Duke, Troy, MacKenzie, and three camera guys, and the speed of Jax’s hand moving a pencil over the page, Wes knew they wouldn’t be running the fire scene for at least an hour. His phone buzzed, and he looked back down.

RUBI: Already headed straight for you…and your kick-ass rig.

He drew a slow breath through pursed lips, creating a low whistle. A flutter irritated his belly. He told himself not to get his hopes up. She’d been as clear as glass when she’d told him she fucked guys once and only once. She hadn’t agreed to the friends-with-benefits proposal, and even after the best sex of his life—hopefully hers too—she still hadn’t been sure what she wanted. He wasn’t stupid enough to think she’d change her MO for him. Or after so long. Yet something whispered hope in his ear. Told him what they had was already more than she’d given any other man. And that fact spiraled through his chest, making him both high and horny.

“Wes. ” Jax’s irritated voice pulled Wes’s gaze. Even his boss’s bark couldn’t kill his smile. “Are you fucking that phone, or can you give us a minute of your attention here?”

Wes pocketed his phone. He couldn’t say what exactly he’d expected from Rubi after last night, but it wouldn’t have surprised him if she’d tried the whole nothing-happened or even the cold-shoulder routine. He knew he shouldn’t get excited about a few flirty texts, but hell if he could control this inner tornado.

“What’s up?” he asked, wandering toward the men. By the stern looks on their faces, whatever they were talking about couldn’t be good.

Jax waited until everyone but MacKenzie had stepped away from the group and Wes was standing in their small circle. “Rimer’s guru working with Bolton says he’s fucked up. ” Jax’s voice lowered. “He’s starting a two-week crash rehab program Monday. It’s not a solution but a temporary fix to get Bolton through the movie. We’re going to have to revamp the filming schedule. ”

The implications of that unraveled in Wes’s mind, and anger heated his gut. “Dude, that’s going to leave me sitting on my hands. It’s going to mess up my break to go see Wyatt. ”

And going home to Missouri now could very well mess up what was happening—or what he hoped was happening—with Rubi.

MacKenzie stepped back, his expression as pissed-off as Wes felt. “I’ll let you guys handle the details. ”