Page 116 of Rebel (Renegades 2)
His biceps rippled and his hips bucked, driving his cock deep. Rubi fell forward, catching herself on his chest. Wes took her face in his hands and held her there, staring into her eyes as his hips rocked, driving her higher and higher. He pulled her down until her mouth covered his and kissed her, mirroring the movement of his body.
“Come with me, Rubi. ”
His hand slid down her body, curved around her ass, and held her tight as he plunged and plunged and plunged. He filled her. Stretched her. Drove her. In a way, she didn’t understand, he completed her. Rubi fell against his chest and held on tight as the orgasm ripped through her. As Wes continued to thrust, delivering extreme heights of pleasure. Their climaxes clashed, blended.
Wes called her name with such exquisite pleasure, Rubi’s chest tightened. Emotion, thick and warm and overwhelming, rushed in, swamping her.
She went limp, melting on top of him. He was sweaty, warm, slick and hard, his body a slab of heaving, hard muscle. His hands swept gently up and down her back, then rested at her hips.
“God damn, Wes. ” She whispered the words against his chest, unable to catch her breath.
“Right?” he agreed, his heart beating hard beneath her. “We are so fucking good together. ”
A small smile turned her mouth, all she could manage. The pleasure’s intensity ebbed into sinfully sweet decadence and flowed through Rubi’s veins like melted gold. “We sure are. ”
Twenty-Seven
Rubi lay against a bevy of pillows, knees up, laptop against her knees. She was almost done with the fixes and upgrades to Wes’s father’s sensor program. Wes snoozed beside her, coming awake to answer questions, kiss her, touch her, then fall back to sleep. His hand now curved over the top of her foot, warm and sure. He created a calm inside her similar to the one that came over her near the ocean. Well, sometimes. Other times he created more of a turbulent storm sensation—some good storms, some not.
She was just writing the last section of code for a mini app she’d created to monitor the sensors when the front door opened downstairs, followed by footsteps and voices. Susie was home with the kids. Rubi’s blissful privacy with Wes was over, and disappointment closed in.
He rolled to his side, opened his eyes, and squeezed her foot. “Guess we have to face the world again. ” He didn’t sound thrilled with the prospect either. “When we get back to LA, I want to take you away somewhere for the weekend. Just you and me for forty-eight, maybe even seventy-two hours straight. ”
Rubi smiled and combed her hand through his hair. That soft, relaxed, comfortable look in his eyes seemed to reach inside her and squeeze, infusing her with happiness. And like a conduit, that happiness immediately brought fear. Completely irrational but very real. She had to find a way to break that circuit.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you, is there something going on with Emma?” Rubi lowered her knees. “She’s a lot shyer than Abby. ”
“She’s borderline autistic,” Wes said. “Or at least that’s the label they’ve given her so she can get special help at school. But she’s high-functioning, meaning she has fewer problems on the autistic spectrum, and she’s absolutely brilliant. Does math at a high school level. Has a high capacity for anything structural. She
just doesn’t communicate well. But she’s a real love once she warms up to you. Very affectionate. ”
“Hmm. ” Rubi felt a pang of pity for the girl. This world was harsh—at least in Rubi’s experience—especially for anyone outside mainstream society. “She’s lucky she’s got such a great family to back her, then. ”
Wes sat up and swung his legs off the bed. “How’s the program coming?”
“Almost done. I added code to measure soil moisture, temperature, alkalinity, salinity, CO2, and nitrogen levels. If he wants to add something, he just needs to cut and paste the code with a few minor edits. And I’ve almost got an app created he can use to monitor it all on his iPhone. ”
Wes’s gaze took on that hundred-yard stare. “How long was I asleep?”
“Off and on for a couple of hours, why?”
“You did all that in a couple of hours?”
A slow smile lifted her mouth. She glanced down over the T-shirt and jeans he’d pulled back on before passing out—just in case someone came home unexpectedly. “All that and more. ”
He reached out, cupped her neck, and pulled her in for a kiss. Soft and sweet and loving.
“Love you, Rubi. Love you so much. ”
She must have grown accustomed to the confession, because while it still jolted her system when she thought about what it meant, the words no longer completely freaked her out. They only sort of freaked her out. What did still really freak her out was the thought of telling him the same. She’d already half accepted the fact that she was experiencing the emotions associated with the words. But saying them meant committing to them. And not only was she unsure she could, she didn’t fully understand what that entailed.
“Wait till my dad hears about this program,” Wes said, pushing to his feet. “You’ll have a lifelong invitation to Thanksgiving and Christmas at the Lawson homestead. ” He ran one hand over his head. “Damn, I’m really going to have to step up my game now. ”
“Wes?” His mother’s voice coincided with her footsteps up the stairs. And she didn’t sound like her normal, happy self. She sounded tense with worry.
Wes must have registered the tone too, because his smile dropped and his body stiffened as he turned toward the door. “Yeah, Mama. In with Rubi. ”
Before he reached the door, his mother appeared, her face creased with stress.
