Hollywood Rebel by Misti Murphy
Epilogue
Summer
Six weeks later.
“Are you ready for me to meet your family?”
“Um, no. Can’t say I am.” We’re on our way to nowhere, Kansas. Also known as Devil’s Bend. Aka the home of my brothers. All six of them.
Luggage rolling behind us, we make our way through the airport. Rebel’s rocking a ballcap and shades inside like a dork. Or like a celebrity who just wants to get on a plane and meet his girlfriend’s overbearing family without having a million photos taken.
Yeah, this is happening. I’m terrified. My heart beats out of time when I think about the fact that Rebel just isn’t ready for the craziness that is the Hearts. I break out in a sweat and my breath doesn’t quite fill my lungs. “I’m freaking out.”
“Freaking out, huh?” He stops walking to look down at me. One of his hands finds my waist. It’s comforting, that possessive grip. “Are you worried about what they’ll think of me?”
“A little,” I admit. It’s still hard to put everything out there. Sometimes I just want to control the narrative. “But I’m more worried about them.”
“Well, I met Burke and nothing bad happened.” He smiles at me.
“And if they were all like Burke then it would probably be easy. But Owen—”
“I will win Owen over.” He rests his hand on the side of my neck and rubs his thumb along my jaw. A flutter starts in my heart and somehow ends in my panties. “Just like I won you over.”
“I hope not. I don’t think I could handle it if my brother wanted to get into your pants.”
His gaze darkens and he pulls his lip between his teeth. “Ever thought about doing it in an airport?”
“Can’t say I have.”
“You up for it, Red?” His lips close around the shell of my ear. “You up for being a little bad?”
“As long as we don’t get caught. You only just got off house arrest.”
“I have a really good lawyer,” he says.
“Well, in that case…” my pulse races and my pussy throbs at the idea of doing something wicked and wanton. We haven’t done anything risqué in a while. Not that I need the danger to feel like I can do anything.
I feel like that because Rebel has my back. He pushes me but he also allows me to be vulnerable in a way I didn’t know I could be until him.
He scans the area before grabbing my hand and the luggage. “Come on.”
We duck into a storage closet and he locks the door while I shimmy out of my panties. He shoves his pants off his hips. Gray sweats because they’re comfortable for flying. But honestly, I haven’t been able to keep my eye off the way they sit on his hips or outline his package.
My mouth waters as he peels them down to release the Kraken. “Damn, I’m a lucky girl.”
He runs his thumb over the piercing as he closes the miniscule gap between us. “We’re both lucky. I was lost before you. On my way to herding goats in Nantucket. Now, I have my career back and a wild woman I love.”
“I love you too.” I whisper back as I wind my arms around his neck.
He wraps an arm around my waist and lifts me off my feet while he plunges his tongue between my lips. My back hits the wall as I hike my legs up on his hips.
He pushes into me in one smooth stroke.
Cleaning supplies start to rattle as he pounds me into the wall like I’m a nail and his cock is Thor’s hammer.
A phone starts to ring in the background.
He groans into my mouth. “Shit. Fuck off.”
“Yours?” Of course it is. I’d know that ringtone anywhere. I’m just a little preoccupied with how hot and hard he is inside me. It’s one of the best feelings in the world. Being as close as two people can be. Physically. Emotionally.
“Yeah.” It stops ringing.
He slowly starts to thrust again. Scraping all those sensitive spots that bring on the best sensations. Like orgasms. And G-spot orgasms. And day-um, that right there…
“I’m going to—”
His phone starts to ring again.
“Oh my God, they’re not going away.” I laugh. Even though it’s not funny. Even though I was totally on the edge of an orgasm and now it’s sunk back out of reach.
“Apparently not.” He groans into my sweat dampened neck.
“Just answer it,” I say.
“We’re not finished.” He reaches awkwardly for the device without letting me go. “Hello. This better be import—”
His lips part and don’t close. “I’m his brother.”
“What’s going on?” I whisper. Something isn’t right.
“He was shot? Are you sure?”
Oh my God. My heart starts to pound as Rebel untangles himself from between my legs, yanks up his sweatpants and tries to pace the tiny storage room.
I pull on my panties and smooth out my skirt the best I can. Who’s been shot? Is it Rogue? Is it Riot? Oh my God, are they okay?
“We’ll be there as soon as we can.” Rebel turns as he drops his hand to his side without hanging up. Whoever was on the other end of the call must disconnect though. His face is expressionless.
It’s the lack of emotion that tells me he’s in shock. This is bad, isn’t it? “Who’s been shot?”
He doesn’t answer as he pushes his phone into his pocket.
I grab his arm and shake it. “Who, Rebel? Who’s been shot?”
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