Hellion, a New Adult Romance Novel (The Rebel Series) (38 page)

“Go away, Mick.
 
I have to take a shower.”

“Not yet you don’t.”
 
He’s almost at the end of the second bed and I’m up near its headboard.
 
A strange fight or flight instinct comes over me and I debate which way to go.

“Climb up on the bed for me,” he says, gesturing at the pillows.

“What?” Confusion throws off my instincts and has me just standing there.

“You heard me.
 
Get up on the bed there.
 
Might as well make this bed really look used, right?”

He stops, his dick waving as its heavy weight continues to move.
 
Back and forth.
 
Back and forth.
 
I get all tingly just looking at it.

“What are you going to do?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
 
My heart is beating like crazy.

“Hands and knees,” is all he says.

I’m shaking, but I am all-in on this game.
 
Hell to the yeah, I am. Screw people figuring out what we did last night.
 
Screw taking a shower.
 
And screw fake-messing-up this bed.
 
Let’s
do
this.

I climb up on the bed and get on my hands and knees.

Mick gets up behind me and turns me around so I have my head up near the pillows.

After a five-second condom pause, the tip of his dick is up against my folds, pressing in, sliding up and down to get slippery, and then pressing into me again.

I can’t see him.
 
All I can see are pillows and the headboard. I’m already sweating and trembling, just over the idea of him taking me this way.
 
I love that he just grabs control and tells me what’s going to happen.
 
I’ve never been with a guy like that.
 
Every other experience has been fumbling around in the dark with a guy I could care less about and me calling way too many of the shots.

A feeling of my body stretching uncomfortably pulls me back into the moment.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I say, my mind going a little la-la.
 
I am no longer in control of my mouth.

“Why not? You like it, right?”
 
He pushes into me a little more.
 
I know there’s a lot more to go, though, and I’m already panting like a damn dog.

“Yes, I do like it.”
 
I moan louder as he goes in a little bit farther.

He’s got his hands on my hips, and he’s using his thumbs to pull me open wider.
 
He slides in more and I push against him, trying to hurry the process.
 
My breasts swing below me in the rhythm that he sets from behind.

He pulls away.
 
“Uh, uh, uh … just be patient.”

I reach up with one hand and hold onto the headboard.
 
“I’m not a patient person,” I say, almost growling.

He leans over and pushes more of himself into me while his hand reaches around and his fingers go to my clit.
 
My body’s response is instantaneous, surprising me.
 
I buck and push back into him hard, taking him into me as my insides spasm with the beginnings of an orgasm.
Already? What the …

He’s pounding into me now, somehow figuring out that it’s exactly what I need.

I scream.
 
Over and over, and yeah, it’s not a cute sound, either.
 
It’s possible the cops will be called out for a suspected murder, but right now all I care about is getting this orgasm monster
out
of me.

Mick is yelling like a man gone wild right along with me.

When I lose all sensation in my legs, I collapse into the bed on my stomach.
 
He lands on top of me, never missing a stroke.
 
His hand is under me, still touching me down there while he pounds into me from behind.
 
I lift my ass as high as I can to feel it all and take him into me completely, and then five seconds later it’s game over.
 
Exactly twelve strokes more and I am a puddle of goo under a man who feels like he weighs eight hundred pounds.

I try to breathe around the pillow.
 
“Hello.
 
Hello?
Gah
, trying to breathe here.”

He reaches up and yanks the pillow out of my mouth.
 
My hair moves over to cover my face.

“Thanks.
 
I think,” I say, trying to blow a hole into the hair-curtain that is making it almost as hard to breathe as the pillow was.

Mick hears me and comes to my rescue, which is great because I seem to be suffering from some sort of temporary paralysis.
 
I can’t move anything but my mouth.

“Better?” he asks me, after moving my hair gently over to the other side of my head.

I smile, my eyes closed.
 
“Yes.
 
Better.
 
Thank you.”

He pulls out of me and lands on his back next to me.

“You are something else,” he says, breathing out long and loud.

I open my eyes, and the first thing I see is him lying there staring at the ceiling.

“If you say so.”
 
I do a push up, my arms finally working again.
 
“I’m going to get in the shower.”

“Yeah, me too,” he says, sitting up on the side of the bed.

I stand next to my side of the bed, looking at his back.
 
“Can I go first?”

“No.”
 
He stands up and walks into the bathroom without another word.

I’m left in the room with my mouth hanging open.
 
This does not compute.
 
Did we or did we
not
just have about six hours of solidly awesome sexual moments?
 
Where’s the tenderness?
 
The smiles?
 
The cute teasing?
 
The conversations about what we’re going to name our future babies?

Half a second before string of cuss words fly out of my mouth, Mick’s head appears from around the corner.
 
“Are you coming or what?”

“I thought you said …”

“I said you can’t go first.
 
You have to go at the same time.
 
Come on.
 
Chop chop.
 
We have a road trip to finish and I’m starving.”

The silly crooked smile that appears on my face stays there through pretty much the whole shower, only slipping away temporarily when I gasp, shout, scream, or otherwise react to Mick putting his hands, tongue, and home run hitter all over my body.
God, I love this guy.

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

WE’RE IN THE CAR HEADED back south and I can’t stand that Mick is on the other side of the car as me.
 
I’m trying really hard to play it cool, but I can’t help but sneak glance after glance at him.
 
He’s dead gorgeous and I’m completely infatuated with him.

Maybe I’m wrong or just dreaming, but he seems to be suffering the same sickness as I am.
 
He catches me looking at him about twenty times, but only because he’s doing the same thing.
 
If the goofy grin on his face looks anything like the one I think I’m wearing, there’s no way we’re fooling anyone.

“So what’s the deal?” Colin asks.
 
“What did you find out last night?”

I blink a few times, getting all that sexy stuff out of my head so we can focus.

“Well … a couple of those girls worked in places that didn’t really have a whole lot of contact with Teagan’s dad.
 
But one of them was his assistant, so that was good.”

I grab his arm and squeeze it.
 
“What?
 
Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I’m serious.”
 
His shit-eating grin is enough to send me through the roof.

“Why didn’t you say anything last night?!” I shout.
 
I’m so excited I can hardly stand it.
 
I scramble around in my purse looking for my phone.

“I was kind of otherwise occupied if you recall,” he says, giving me
the look.

My face flames red.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”
 
Alissa says. “What did you guys do last night?
 
What did I miss?”

I hear a light slap and then Alissa says, “Hey!”
 
Two seconds later she says, “Oh.
 
Okay.
 
I get it.
 
Never mind.
 
Don’t answer that question.”

I can’t turn around.
 
My face is totally and completely on fire.
 
I look down at my phone instead.
 
I’m pretty sure there’s smoke coming out of my ears.
 
I’m temporarily distracted from my sex life problems, though, by the ten missed calls on my phone.

“Oh, shit,” I say, pressing the green button.
 
My heart is in my throat and I feel the blood draining from my face. Every call I missed was from my parents.

“What?”

“My parents.
 
Something happened.
 
I missed ten calls.”

“Maybe they’re worried about you,” Alissa says.

The phone rings and rings. No one picks up.

“They knew I was coming up here.
 
I told them it was for an interview for an internship.
 
They wouldn’t worry about that.
 
Something’s wrong, I know it is.”
 
I feel like throwing up.
 
Why did I check my phone last night?
 
What’s wrong with me?

I dial my mother, father, and the house phone over and over.
 
All I get is voicemail.

I stare out the window, not even noticing the scenery or cars going by.
 
I have a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach.
 
Something is very wrong.
 
Tears gather in my eyes and then just fall.
 
I’m too numb to wipe them away.

We’re just outside San Jose when my phone rings.
 
I answer it as soon as it starts to buzz in my hand.
 
It’s my dad, and I know as soon as I hear the tone of his voice that it’s bad.

“Quinlan.
 
It’s Dad.
 
Where are you?”

“I’m just outside of San Jose.
 
What’s going on, Daddy?
 
What’s happened?
 
Is someone hurt?
 
Is it Jersey?”

“Can you come home?”

“Of course, I’m on my way.
 
What happened?
 
Please tell me.”
 
I’m begging and crying, but I don’t care what anyone thinks.
 
I feel like I’m about to have a stroke.

“Your brother and your mother have been hurt. They’re both in the hospital.
 
I’d rather wait for you to get here to discuss the details.
 
I have to go because the doctor wants to talk to me.”

“Wait!
 
Dad, wait!
 
What hospital?!”

“Cedars-Sinai. I have to go, sweetie.
 
I’ll call you back.”
 
And then he’s gone.

I stare at my phone for the longest time.
 
It’s only Mick’s hand on my arm that brings me back to the real world.
 
My ears are ringing with white noise.
 
It makes it hard to hear anything else.

“What is it?” he asks.
 
He looks ready to cry with me.

“My mom.
 
Jersey.
 
They’re in the hospital.”
 
My throat hurts like I just swallowed broken glass.
 
I can’t say anymore.

Mick swerves off the highway, taking a section of the road going to the right.

“What are you doing, man?!” Colin shouts.
 
“She needs to get home!”

“I know that!
 
A plane will be quicker.”

I look at Mick, lost and confused.
 
“A plane?”

“Yeah.”
 
He pats me on the leg and then puts both hands on the wheel.
 
Looking in the rearview mirror, he talks to his brother.
 
“Colin, call Virgin America or Alaska airlines.
 
Get us two tickets to L.A. out of San Jose.”

I sit in the passenger seat like a statue, too stunned to move.
 
Too stunned to think.
 
All I can picture are my mom and Jersey, hooked up to machines, on their way to dying while I’m on my way to the airport.
 
Why am I going to the airport?

I’m only half conscious of getting to the terminal and accompanying Mick to the ticket counter and then to the plane.
 
I guess Colin and Alissa have taken the car somewhere because they’re not with us, but I can’t worry about them.
 
I’m too afraid that I’m never going to see my brother or my mother again.

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

THE MUFFLED CLICKS OF MY heels on the hospital hallway floor keep time with my rapidly beating heart.
 
I can see the room where my brother is being kept, up ahead.
 
I’m going to see him first because he’s in worse shape than my mom and because I know he’ll be scared.
 
We’re in the burn ward, dressed in gowns, masks, gloves and shoe covers.
 
I feel like I have cotton stuck in my ears the way all the sharp edges have been taken off the sounds in this place.
 
Mick is beside me, holding my hand, just like he has been since we buckled our seatbelts on the airplane.

I reach the doorway and stop, dropping Mick’s hand and taking a deep breath.
 
I can’t let Jersey see me freaking out.