Rebel Revenge (Saint View Rebels Book 1)
Rebel Revenge: Chapter 26

I was rubbing the cramp out of my calf when Kian came crashing back into my bedroom, hair dripping wet, water droplets all over his chest, and a towel wrapped around his waist.

He raised an eyebrow at me. “Since when are you Team Vaughn? I thought it was you and me against the world?”

“You left me for dead in the middle of a run.”

“I don’t like cold water.”

“So Vaughn said. Keep your friends close but your enemies closer.”

“Which are we?”

I shrugged nonchalantly. “Remains to be seen.”

He clutched his heart dramatically, spun around a couple of times, and then collapsed back on my bed. “Your words wound, Little Demon.”

“You’re making my blankets all wet!”

He stuck his arms and legs out like he was making a snow angel and waved them back and forth, wiping his wet body all over my bed.

I was sure the look I shot his way should have sent him to an early grave, but he just flipped onto his belly, leaning on his arms to watch me. “Your leg hurt?”

“No, I just rub it like this because the skill transfers over to seasoning chicken breast.”

He sniggered and pushed my hands away. “Let me do it. I give great massages.”

“What makes you think I don’t?”

“Your hands are too small. Big hands make for better massages. It’s just a fact.”

I shoved my aching leg in his direction. “Fine. Prove it.”

“Lie on your belly. Let me get some oil.”

“Don’t have any.”

“I do.”

“For jacking off with?”

“I replace strawberry-flavored lube preferable for jacking off actually.”

I raised an eyebrow with a laugh. “Why does the flavor matter in that situation? Hmm?”

He scowled at me. “On your belly, Roach.”

I wagged a finger at him. “Nuh-uh. Only Vaughn is allowed to call me that.”

He grabbed a bottle of body lotion from my bedside table. “Fine. I can make do with this.”

I rolled over onto my belly, and he squirted lotion all over the back of my strained calf.

With slow, practiced fingers, he kneaded the tight muscle.

I squirmed in pain, trying to get away, but he pinned me to the bed. “Hold still. You’ll thank me once it stops hurting and starts to feel good.”

I gritted my teeth, but soon enough, I found he was right. The strained muscle eased, and his touch became pleasurable.

Maybe a little too pleasurable.

His fingers worked their way up the back of my leg, moving away from my sore spot and up my bare thigh.

A sigh of pleasure escaped my mouth.

“Good?” Kian asked.

“Very good. You are indeed the master of massages.”

His fingers brushed the loose leg of my shorts. “There’s tension right up the back of your thigh.”

“Is there really, or is that just your coy way of feeling me up?”

“A bit of both. Tell me to stop.”

I didn’t want him to. It felt nice.

His fingers slipped beneath the edge of my shorts and slid right up, until his fingertips touched the crease where my thigh met my ass. “Seriously, Rebel. Tell me to stop.”

He was right. This was going well past the realm of a friendly coach-student, after-workout rubdown. And yet, I still said nothing.

His fingers moved beneath the elastic of my panties and higher to grope my ass. To his credit, he kept up the massaging action, smoothing his thumb into my flesh.

“How’s my booty?” I asked, turning my head to the side to peek back at him. “I’m pretty proud of her.”

“Is she as badly behaved as you are?”

“I think she’s the source of all my evil powers to be honest.”

Kian groaned. “Don’t tempt me to pull these little shorts off and spank her.”

Heat bloomed between my thighs. I flipped over onto my back before he could reach between my legs and notice. It forced him to remove his hand, but he was still on my bed. Still in nothing but a towel.

And I had a very real need building between my legs.

When he lifted my aching leg and draped it over his shoulder, I gasped.

If he’d been Fang, his next move would have been to go down on me.

But Kian straightened my leg out and leaned his weight forward, increasing the stretch.

“If you learned this from your coach, I hope he at least bought you dinner first.”

Kian’s smile was always so bright. He had a dimple in one cheek when he smiled really big. That damn dimple did things to me.

“I slept with my track coach all through college.”

“I’m not sure I’m surprised.”

“Why. You want to sleep with me right now, Little Demon?”

My fingers itched to pull his towel and see what was straining beneath it. “I’ve heard it’s good cardio. Much better than running.”

Kian laughed and pushed back to his knees, dropping my leg to the bed.

It fell like dead weight in disappointment.

“As fun as that sounds, I made you a promise of breakfast, and we are running out of time.”

“We are? Where are we going?”

“Vaughn let it slip last night that you’re planning on going to Caleb’s Halloween party with him.”

“Ugh, of course he did. Tattletale. I guess he told Fang too?”

“No, he was weird about it when I suggested Fang might appreciate that info. So I told him. We decided we’re coming too.”

I sat up, instantly a whole lot less turned on. “How about no?”

“You’re gatecrashing, why can’t we?”

“’Cause I’m a tiny person who will blend in with the crowd. You and Fang might as well walk in with fireworks exploding out of your hats while shaking your hips in grass skirts. You couldn’t be any more ‘look at me.’”

“I respectfully disagree. I’m allergic to grass, so I would never wear a skirt made from one.”

I folded my arms across my chest and glared at him.

He held his hands up in mock surrender. “We’ll all wear costumes and masks. No one will know who we are. And hey, if everyone is staring at us, that gives you even more opportunity to fly under the radar.”

He actually had a point.

“I get to choose your costume,” I declared.

He raised an eyebrow. “Only if I get to choose yours.”

“I’m not agreeing to that.”

He huffed out a sigh. “You drive a hard bargain. But I submit. You can choose. I don’t care what I wear. But there’s no way I’m letting you near those guys without people who are watching your back. Vaughn alone isn’t enough, and it isn’t fair for it to be all on him. Caleb will have an entire party on his side. You need more than just one man.”

It seemed like I somehow suddenly had three.

It was that time of year where costumes were available in every department store. But Kian had driven us into the city on a mission, with the assurance he knew the very best place to get amazing ones. Somehow, he’d talked both Fang and Vaughn into coming in the same car as us and had subjected us all to an hour of old Jessica Simpson songs on the drive in.

I was pretty sure Fang’s ears were bleeding as we pulled up in front of a parking meter, and Vaughn and Fang practically dove out of the car, desperate for silence.

Kian glanced over at me. “Was it something I said?”

“More like something you sang. Let’s go.”

To his credit, Kian hadn’t been lying about the amazingness of the pop-up costume store. They’d taken over an old warehouse for the weeks leading up to Halloween and filled the place with everything dark and spooky you could think of. There was everything in that one space, from decorations, toys, candies, and row upon row of costumes.

Kian made a beeline in that direction, while the rest of us followed behind at a much less enthusiastic pace.

But my mood picked up when we reached the costumes and there were hundreds to pick from. I shifted through the racks, bypassing Robin Hood, Ariel from The Little Mermaid, and a slutty nurse costume. “Can’t deal with a man in tights. Ariel had no feet. And a slutty nurse is so cliché.”

Kian glanced over at me. “I vote for slutty nurse. Much better than scales and no feet.”

“Hard pass.”

I took out a pig costume and held it out to him. “Yours.”

He took it in. “I’d rather go as a slutty nurse.”

I grabbed that from the rack and thrust it in his direction. “Even better.”

“Rebel,” he warned.

I laughed, pushing them back in. “Fine. What about a farmer for you, Fang? If Kian goes as the pig, the two of you are couple dressing.”

He stared at me with wide eyes. “Are you joking?”

“Cowboy for Vaughn.”

Vaughn shrugged. “That’s not so bad. I could pull off a sexy cowboy.”

I spun the costume around in delight. “Sexy indeed. The chaps are assless.”

The look of horror on his face gave me great satisfaction.

Until he took out a poofy pink fairy-tale princess-style dress and held it up in my direction. “Oh, this is so yours, Roach.”

Kian grinned wickedly. “The tulle! The beads! The…pink!”

“I hate everything about you both.”

Kian just slung an arm around my neck. “Just joking. We get you never grew out of your emo stage.”

I elbowed him in the ribs. “My look is not emo!”

He laughed, clearly replaceing himself amusing. “That Paramore T-shirt you’re wearing says otherwise.”

“From the man who probably has a Celine Dion tour shirt in his closet.”

His mouth dropped open in mock outrage. “You went through my room?”

Fang, clearly sick of our shit, held up a Batman costume. “Mine.”

Vaughn glanced his way, fingers pausing on the rack of clothes. “Would have picked you as a Thor, personally. All that long blond hair…”

I would have too, but there was a clear reason Fang could not go to that party dressed as Thor. “Thor doesn’t wear a mask. Leonn knows Fang’s face. Batman is a better choice.”

“Dibs on the Joker then, since I don’t need to cover my face.” Kian pulled it out and held it up against himself.

I chuckled at Vaughn. “I guess that means Robin is all yours.”

“No way. You just said you hate a guy in tights.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Assless-chaps cowboy is still available.”

He rolled his eyes. “Fine. I’m Robin.”

I nodded in approval. “Go try them on then. Make sure they fit. We do not need to get to the night of the party and have to drape a sheet over one of you and call you a ghost because you split the ass in your pants. None of you are exactly standard sizes.”

Fang and Kian were both a lot bigger than the average man. Not only tall but solid. Vaughn was slimmer but also over six feet.

I probably looked ridiculous standing in the middle of them. All five foot nothing of me, surrounded by big guys.

Can’t say I was complaining though. None of them seemed to be either.

“Which one are you choosing?” Fang asked as the others went inside the changing room.

I shoved him after them. “You’ll see.”

I picked up two costumes I’d been eyeing, knowing one wasn’t suitable since there was no face covering, but I had other plans for it.

From behind the changing room doors came the rustle of men shedding clothes for their costumes and Kian and Vaughn bickering about the Halloween they’d worn the same costume. Both thought they’d worn it better.

Fang was quieter, and my excitement grew as I shed my own clothes in the little cubicle and slipped into the combination of leather and lace.

A biker girl costume. A kinda slutty one.

But when I took in my reflection in the mirror, it was one I definitely wanted Fang to see me in. Short pleated black skirt. Knee-high black boots. A lacy bralette worn beneath a leather motorcycle cut. And an old-school, open-faced helmet I perched on my head, leaving the straps dangling.

I peeked out through the curtains that didn’t quite fully close on my dressing room.

Fang was already out of his, checking out the fit of his Batman costume in the full-length mirror set up by the costume racks. He didn’t have the mask on, but the suit clung to him like a second skin. It hugged every toned muscle of the man’s body, shaping over his perfect ass, broad shoulders, and washboard abs.

My mouth went dry.

I stepped out from behind my curtain to stand slightly behind him.

In the mirror’s reflection, I had the pleasure of seeing Fang’s expression when he caught sight of me. He did a double take of surprise, and his gaze turned hot.

Without turning, he murmured quietly, “You pick that for me?”

I nodded, ignoring Kian and Vaughn who both stepped out of their changing rooms, mid argument, and stopped to stare at me too.

Fang’s growl of approval was exactly what I’d been hoping for.

I wasn’t expecting the way he spun around and picked me right up off my feet. I squealed in surprise, but it didn’t deter him. Neither did Kian and Vaughn standing in the way. He barged through, me with my legs wrapped around his waist, his hands beneath my ass. Vaughn and Kian had to scurry out of the way or be bowled over.

Fang wasn’t waiting for anyone.

He carried me into a changing room and jerked the curtain closed behind us.

It didn’t quite close the entire way, and I went to tell him, but then he had me pressed up against the solid back wall of the cubicle, his big body against mine, and his tongue in my mouth.

There was no room for thought after that. My entire being became all about him and the way I could feel every inch of his solid dick beneath his flimsy costume. He ground himself against me, rubbing my clit with his erection through our clothes and kissing me until my head spun. God, I wanted him so bad. Every time he stared at me with those eyes, I lost all willpower to say no.

One look. One murmur of “I need you now,” and I was ripping off his costume, trying to get him naked.

He tried doing the same to me. He moved my panties to the side and pushed two fingers up into my pussy. Then kissed me harder to muffle the sound of my moan.

“Shh.” He moved his mouth to my neck. “Everyone will hear you.”

I’d completely forgotten we were in the middle of a store, with Kian and Vaughn on the other side of a barely closed curtain.

I was shocked to realize some part of me wanted them to hear me.

Maybe even wanted them to be watching through the crack of the curtain.

The thought filled me with heat, my entire body flushing hot. I kissed Fang harder, rocking my hips against his and whimpering in frustration that he wasn’t already inside me.

I didn’t dare open my eyes.

I didn’t want to know whether Kian and Vaughn were watching us or not. I wasn’t sure I was ready for the answer.

Finally, we got Fang’s costume down far enough that his cock slid through the arousal gathering between my legs.

I so badly just wanted to drop down onto him. Sink onto his massive cock while he held my weight. But… “Condom,” I breathed, panting because his dick was so torturously close to where I wanted it. It was agony to hold myself still.

“Fuck. There’s one in my wallet, but this isn’t my changing room.”

I looked down in surprise at the clothes on the little bench.

“It’s mine,” Vaughn said dryly from the other side of the curtain.

I widened my eyes at Fang and clapped a hand over my mouth to stop myself from laughing. “Uh. Sorry about that.”

Fang seemed like he was batting back laughter as well. “Got a condom in here by any chance?”

I choked on the fact he had the audacity to ask. But I suspected Fang might have chosen Vaughn’s dressing room on purpose, just to needle him.

Couldn’t say I was mad. Needling Vaughn was a fun pastime.

“Please,” Kian sniggered. “Vaughn has zero need for condoms since he’s only screwing his wife. But here you go.”

Kian stuck his outstretched arm between the gap of the curtain, a condom in a silver packet clutched in his fingers.

“Oh my God. Kian!” I yelped.

Fang shook his head but then shrugged and plucked it from his fingers.

I just stared at him.

“What?” he shrugged. “It’s either that or we’re doing it bareback.”

I buried my face in the side of his neck, some weird combination of embarrassed and horny as hell.

Kian twisted his hand into a thumbs-up sign before I batted it away and he withdrew it from the cubicle with a good-natured laugh.

“Thank me when you’ve come then, huh?”

Fang ignored him, already ripping open the condom and rolling it down his length.

He was inside me in the next instant, seating himself fully, plunging in deep.

The “Oh!” of lusty surprise I let out was indecent.

“Fucking hell, Roach,” Vaughn complained in a hiss. “There’s people working out here!”

I couldn’t stop though. Fang pulled out and then slammed back home again. Every time he did it, his dick touched my G-spot and his pubic bone hit my clit. He’d managed to replace the perfect angle, and there was no stopping the orgasm barreling down on me.

I’d never been much good at being quiet. It had never been in my nature.

From outside, a song was hummed.

The tune slightly off-key but familiar.

Fang picked up the pace, driving into me in the same rhythm that Kian hummed outside the curtain.

“You are not humming “My Heart Will Go On,” right now, are you?” Vaughn asked his childhood friend, all pissed-off frustration.

“Don’t knock Celine, brother! You know how I feel about her!”

His humming rose to a crescendo, and I probably would have laughed if Fang hadn’t ripped aside my bralette and squeezed my nipple.

With him deep inside me and the added sensation of him working my tits, Kian’s performance outside the cubicle drifted away.

The orgasm took hold, blocking out all other sounds and sights in a blinding flash of color.

Fang covered my mouth with his, burying my shout of surprise with his tongue when my pussy clenched around his solid, thick cock.

“Fuck,” he groaned into my mouth. “You’re so tight when you come, Pix. So fucking tight.”

“Could have done without that information…” Vaughn complained from the other side.

Fang extended one arm above the top of the curtain and flipped him the bird.

But he didn’t stop fucking me. He slid in and out, the two of us coming out of our orgasms to grin at each other and kiss like horny teenagers who couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

Like we had all the time in the world, he drove in and out of me until he couldn’t take it another minute.

He finally let me drop to the floor, but didn’t move away, his body still pressed against mine. He kissed the top of my head while we caught our breath then nudged my head back so I was staring up into his eyes.

His expression turned serious. “You can’t wear that to the party. I will fuck you on every available surface if you do. That costume is catnip.”

“I already chose another one for the party.”

He ran his finger down the center of my chest, between my tits and down my stomach to circle my belly button. “Good. Get dressed. But tell the cashier we’re taking both.”