Page 68 of Marks of Rebellion

"Then why would I go back to any life that doesn't have you in it?"

He waits for me to speak. The only sounds are the monkeys howling from afar.

"I don't have anything to offer." I blurt out.

His eyes widen. "Why would you ever say that?"

"I... I'm broken—full of issues and baggage. You have your life together. Why would you want that?"

"We're all broken, somehow, Flower. But I still see you. And you're what I want."

"You want me after this is over?" I don't understand how he possibly could.

"Without a doubt."

"Really?"

"Yes. Are you still going to want me?" he asks.

I'm too choked up to answer besides nodding and an, "Mm-hmm."

He lets out a sigh, as if in relief. So I seal my answer with a kiss.

When my toes are curling, he pulls back. "When's the last time you had a proper bed and pillow?"

"Over four months."

A mischievous expression appears. He rises with me in his arms. "Then let's go find a bedroom, and I can show you how good it is to be in my bed."

12

Hunter

It's still dark out.Vanessa and I were up for most of the night and early into the morning. I got a few hours of sleep, which is what my body is trained to do on missions. Vanessa is sleeping soundly, and I hate to wake her, but we need to get moving.

I'm not sure if Ryker and Julieta came inside the house or stayed in the other building, but, regardless, we all need to get across the border.

I put my lips on Vanessa's collarbone and move up her neck. I keep my voice as low and soft as possible. "Flower, wake up."

"Mmm," she softly moans, still asleep.

I don't want to scare her and initially thought I would wait until she opened her eyes, but I can't help myself and have to touch her. I'm like a child in front of a jar, and she's the chocolate chip cookie.

I drag my finger over her cleavage and stomach then slide into her sex.

Her eyelids flutter, and her breath deepens. I move my lips up her neck and lick behind her ear.

"Oh..."

"Flower," I say in my softest voice while circling my finger on her clit.

"Mmm," she repeats, and my cock hardens against her thigh.

She's an angel of intoxication. Her beauty is sweet. Her sexiness is seductive. It's like God himself created her just for me, knowing that she's everything I could ever want or need.

She still hasn't opened her eyes, but her chest rises and falls faster. I dip down and outline her nipples with my tongue before gently consuming them with my lips.

Her hands glide through my hair and clutch me closer. Her legs widen, and she oscillates her hips into me.