Rebel Revenge (Saint View Rebels Book 1)
Rebel Revenge: Chapter 22

We drove in a parade from Psychos to the clubhouse. First Fang and his guys on their bikes, then me in my car, and Vaughn in his. I mostly kept my eyes glued to Fang’s broad shoulders leaning over the handles of the bike in front of me. He looked damn fucking good like that, his waist narrow, jeans tight around his perfect ass. His hair was wrapped in a tie at the nape of his neck, the long lengths bundled up into a bun, and I itched to take it out and run my fingers through it.

That was where my attention should have stayed.

Except every few miles, I glanced back at Vaughn, driving his father’s car.

A tingle of anticipation wormed its way through me. I was suddenly sure bringing Vaughn here was a very bad idea. But he’d promised to take me to a party, so tit for tat, I guess.

Fang circled around to wait for us to pass through the heavy steel gates with the Slayers’ logo in the middle, before closing them behind us. In my rearview mirror, Vaughn glanced all around. I wondered if he was slightly panicked about being out here in the middle of the woods, surrounded by fences too tall to jump.

Nobody got in or out unless the Slayers approved it.

I parked my car in the farthest spot from the door, knowing the guys parked their bikes in the prime positions. Vaughn was smart enough to park next to me. He got out, and I met him at the front of our vehicles.

He squinted at the building in the darkness. “You seriously hang out here? It’s a prison block.”

The clubhouse was ugly. Squat and rectangular. Industrial.

I linked my arm through his. “I do sometimes. I like it. You probably won’t, but I do.”

“Why wouldn’t I like it?”

I shrugged, leading him toward the doors where Fang was waiting. “This isn’t a Providence party, Vaughn. Ain’t nobody here sitting around discussing their trust funds or holiday homes like you’re probably used to.”

“Do you really think I’m that boring?”

I shrugged with a grin. “We don’t call you guys the Providence Pod People for nothing.”

He turned to Fang, untangling himself from my hold. “I can’t deal with her. Introduce me to your friends?” His gaze landed on Kiki and Amber, two of the regulars who liked to hang out at the club. “Especially them.”

I rolled my eyes. “How predictable.”

But the men didn’t hear my sulking. Fang led the way over to the bar, putting a pause on Kiki and Amber’s chatter while he introduced them to Vaughn.

I normally had a lot of time for Kiki. She was sweet as freaking sugar for a woman who had to have had a rough life to end up one of the club girls. But today my greeting fell on deaf ears. Her gaze wandered all over Vaughn, lingering on his face. Amber practically pushed her out of the way to take his offered hand.

Instead of shaking it, she drew him in close, pressing her tits against his chest and whispered something in his ear.

Vaughn’s cheeks went pink.

I flicked his arm, kinda hoping it hurt. “You’re blushing,”

Amber winked at me. “You’d be blushing too, if you’d heard what I said.” She grinned. “Love you, Rebs, but not like that.”

“He’s my brother, you know,” I grumbled at her.

“Stepbrother,” Vaughn corrected. “We’ve known each other for all of about a week.”

Kiki laughed but pulled me in for a hug that held on longer than it needed to so she could whisper in my ear, “If you don’t want us going there, just say the word, girl. Stepbrother or not, if you have dibs, we’ll back off.”

A very large part of me wanted to say the word.

A big, fat ‘don’t touch him’ word.

I didn’t have that right.

I kissed her cheek. “Go at it. He’s all yours.”

She squeezed my arms. “He’s so hot. I don’t know how you haven’t self-combusted just being near him.”

I kind of didn’t either.

Fang put an arm around my shoulders and a drink in my hand. “Come on. Let’s go sit on the couches. Leave this lot to do their thing.”

I sat on one of the old brown leather couches arranged in a haphazard circle that encouraged conversation.

And exhibition.

To my left, Aloha had Queenie on his lap, a handful of her plump ass in one hand, a beer in the other. She had her legs straddled across him, knees digging into the couch cushions while he kissed her deeply. She ground over his lap, dry humping him without a care that everyone else was there drinking, talking shit, or watching.

That was about as tame as these parties got.

It was something I’d always liked about them. Anything went, and it was always without judgment or shame. On this very couch, Fang had once put me over his lap, lifted my skirt, and torn off my thong so he could spank me.

I went hot at the memory.

Fang leaned in, lips to my ear. “You’re blushing. You thinking about that night I made your pretty little behind pink?”

“No,” I said, too quickly to sound believable.

Fang chuckled. “Mmm-hmm. It matched the color of your pussy.”

Despite my protests, my nipples went hard.

I distracted myself by glancing over at Vaughn and the two women. Kiki had her arms draped around his neck but noticed me watching them.

To my horror, Fang waved them over.

“What are you doing?” I hissed at him.

“Getting to know him. You’re living with him, Pix. I can’t be there twenty-four seven. Kian gives me good vibes. I don’t know about this one yet.”

“I can look after myself.”

He sighed, a distinct air of hurt in his tone. “Yeah, I know. You never hesitate to remind me. But just humor me, okay? Don’t you want to get to know him a bit more?”

“Not really,” I grumped.

Fang chuckled softly before putting his beer to his lips. “You’re attracted to him.”

I elbowed him. “I am not.”

“If I put my hand into your panties right now, I wouldn’t replace them wet?”

I needed to distract the man because he was hitting too close to home. “You would,” I sassed him back. “But that’s because you’re sitting right next to me, reminding me of the time I nearly came on your lap in front of a room full of people, just because you slapped my ass.”

He nuzzled his face into the side of my neck. His breath was warm and smelled faintly of beer. “Show me.”

“Show you what?”

“How wet you are for me.”

My heartrate sped up. Vaughn sat on the middle of the couch in front of us, his arm around Kiki. She tilted her head back, whispered something to him, and he grinned, putting his mouth down on hers.

Jealousy coursed through me.

Fang’s big hand landed on my thigh. I had ripped fishnets on beneath a short denim skirt, and his warmth easily radiated through the barely-there material. Inch by inch, his hand slid up until his pinky brushed the hem of my skirt.

Vaughn’s gaze was pinned firmly on the same spot, even with Kiki going for gold on his mouth.

I shifted, heat coursing through me from both men.

Fang kissed my neck, and then up to my ear. “He wants you too, you know,” he whispered.

“He does not,” I murmured back. “He’s quite happy over there with Kiki shoving her tongue down his throat.”

“We both know he’d rather be over on this couch.”

I didn’t know that.

But I liked his gaze on me, even as another woman tried to stake her claim.

A rush of power hit me. It was a heady feeling to have both men watching me, waiting to see what I was going to do. What I was going to allow.

All of it on my terms.

Eyes on Vaughn, I uncrossed my legs.

It was a silent signal for Fang to go ahead.

He placed an open-mouthed kiss on the side of my neck, sucking gently, while his hand slid up my skirt and then between my thighs.

He groaned into my skin, rubbing his finger against my clit.

It was so good, I instantly wanted more. More of his touch and his kisses and the way he made me feel.

More of Vaughn’s eyes hooded with desire as he watched Fang rub me in intimate places.

“You’re drenched, Pix. Those panties need to come off. Here or in my room?”

“Here,” I whispered boldly.

It was what the old Rebel would have said.

It was what this current version desperately wanted.

“You want him jealous.”

There was no point denying it. I nodded.

“How bad?”

I glanced over at Fang, always so willing to give me anything I wanted. But his dick was hard behind his jeans. He was clearly getting off on this as well. I swallowed. “Do your worst.”

“You might wish you hadn’t said that. It just makes me want to cause a scene.”

My heart hammered, and for half a second, I thought maybe I’d gone too far. That I should take back the permission I’d just given him. Instead, I let him brush my panties to the side, flashing Vaughn.

His gaze was hot on my pussy that was very probably dripping from a combination of the two of them. In retaliation, he dragged the spaghetti strap on Kiki’s dress down, exposing one of her tits. She had a whole lot more going on than I did, her breast spilling over his hand when he cupped her there. He put his head down to take her nipple in his mouth, but his eyes were on me the entire time.

Fang pushed a finger up inside me, and I did nothing to stop the moan that slipped out of my mouth. He alternated between my clit and pressing inside me, quickly adding a second finger when one clearly wasn’t enough.

Kiki was an actress through and through, and one who liked the limelight. She moaned loudly at what Vaughn was doing to her, and a few of the other guys looked over, one starting a slow round of applause for her. She winked in their direction, well used to putting on a show for them.

Vaughn didn’t even seem to notice.

He only had eyes for me.

Kiki pulled her other dress strap down, letting it settle around her hips, both breasts on display for anyone who wanted to see them. With a show, she got to her knees in front of Vaughn, and Amber leaned over to undo his pants. “Let’s see your cock, handsome.”

That jealousy surged again, making me breathless even though I had another man’s fingers inside me, working me toward orgasm.

Vaughn surely wasn’t going to let them blow him right here with everyone watching.

But yes, apparently, he was. The challenge was there in Vaughn’s eyes when he raised his hips up off the couch so Amber could drag his jeans and underwear down.

I hadn’t picked him to be into this. The public nature of what we were doing.

But his dick was hard, and his expression searing.

I clenched around Fang’s fingers, needing more, needing distraction from Amber putting her head into Vaughn’s lap and deep-throating him like it was a fucking Olympic sport.

“Stand up,” Fang ordered.

I was weak with need and so lost in watching Vaughn, I didn’t argue. I just stood.

It was a mistake. From the higher viewpoint I could see every slide of Amber’s tongue as she sucked him. As well as the way he threaded his fingers through Kiki’s hair when they alternated.

Fang yanked down my fishnets, dragging them right down my thighs, over my calves, and then off my feet.

But it was me who pushed Fang down on the couch so he was lying.

He gripped my leg, massaging it. “Get over here, Pix. You know what I want.”

I climbed up his body, legs spread across his broad chest where I paused, waiting because I knew him.

He flipped my skirt up, flashing my bare ass and pussy to the room, then dragged me over to his face. His tongue licked right through my center as I sank down over his lips and tongue.

Pleasure roared its way through me. Spiraling from my nipples that begged for the same treatment Vaughn had shown Kiki. Right through my belly, and lower to where Fang did the thing that Fang did best.

The man ate pussy like he’d been born to do it. Like his life’s mission was giving his woman the utmost amount of pleasure one could receive before their lady bits set up a fan page for his talents. His fingers dug into the sides of my hips and guided me over his face, rocking me back and forth and bouncing me on his tongue.

Every time I thought he would suffocate and tried to move myself off him, he dragged me down farther, refusing to let me stop.

The orgasm raced toward me, building and mounting at speed.

I made the mistake of looking over at Vaughn.

His dick was somewhere buried in Kiki’s shiny pink mouth. His eyes were at half-mast, hooded with desire. But when Amber tried to kiss him, he gently moved her away, his gaze on me the entire time.

I could tell from the way he shifted that he was close to coming. His hips drove up, while Kiki’s mouth slid down. She moaned like a porn star, her free hand pressing between her legs to get herself off while she sucked him.

Vaughn groaned, watching her, then his gaze slid to me.

“Rub your clit,” he ground out.

“I am,” Kiki panted around his dick. “I’m going to come.”

He hadn’t been talking to her.

He’d been talking to me.

I put my fingers to my clit and rubbed. Just the way he’d told me to, while Fang tongued my opening.

“Come with me,” Vaughn demanded.

“Yes!” Kiki shouted, fingers deep in her pussy. “I’m coming.”

He ignored her but fucked her mouth harder and faster to shut her up. Kiki came with a gasp, but it was me Vaughn was waiting on. Me he was holding out for.

Fang tucked three fingers up inside my tight slit, and I came in a blinding rush of color and feeling. The orgasm exploded through my body with a force I didn’t know possible, though I was no stranger to getting off.

Vaughn clutched Kiki’s hair and finally let me go. His eyes closed and he lost himself in the feel of her mouth, sucking down everything he poured into her. His groans of ecstasy combined with Fang’s talents had me panting and whimpering and desperately clutching the back of the couch for support when the orgasm became all-consuming.

When it finally slowed and the world came back to me, I found both men staring at me.

The heat of the moment gone, I tugged my skirt back down and turned to Fang. “Take me to bed. Let me return the favor.”

I wasn’t fucking him in front of Vaughn.

He was going to have to use his imagination for that one.