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Rook & Rebel

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Her eyebrows furrowed, and she got off the bike. “Well, guess what, Rook, we are already here, so I’m going to walk around the corner and get a cookie. You can either sit there and wait like a good little mugger, leave me here, or come with me, but I’ve had a really shitty night and I want a fucking cookie,” she said, nearly in tears.

He was rough as he kissed me again, biting once at my lower lip, but I stayed rooted to the ground, his hand still wrapped in my hair. “I’ll see you later, baby.”

“Text me when you need me. For any needs.” He smiled at Harper and then back to me. “Murder. Orgasms. I’m here.”

“What if I don’t want to be yours?” My teeth ground together as the ache between my thighs grew.

His hand wrapped into my hair, bending me over the bike next to us. “Then I suggest not hunting me down to swallow my cock,” he said, his other hand sliding down my side. “It really gives mixed signals.”

“Could you imagine the depression I would give a therapist?” He leaned down, kissing me once. “Thanks for stalking me. I never realized how fun it could be to be on the receiving end. I’ll talk to you later.”

Mason stared a moment longer before his face broke into a wide smile. “You show up and immediately have a fucking guard dog. Not fair,” he said, but sat back, still smiling.

“A guard dog?” I asked, looking over my shoulder at Rook.

“Woof,” he whispered, his breath tickling my ear.

“And that’s it? I say the word and you hit him?”

“I thought you were asleep. You look so much less dangerous when you’re sleeping.”

He smiled, his eyes still closed as he turned and bit at the palm of my hand.

“What if I’m agreeing to nothing with you?”

He grinned, closing his eyes again. “Then you are going to have one pissed off stalker.”

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