Renegade - Kristin Coley Page 0,1

hold, smoothing the wrinkles as I took a calming breath. “You know that’s not gonna happen, Ginger.” Her lips skimmed my shoulder as she wrapped her arm around my stomach, her fingers stroking my hip. “I’m a Rebel.” I felt her frown before she tucked her head against my back, a lock of red gold hair trailing along my arm.

“You know that’s not actually my name, right?” She asked petulantly as her sharp nails flexed against my back. I knew her irritation had nothing to do with what I called her, but the fact that I wouldn’t give in to her demands.

I glanced over my shoulder as I muttered, “It suits you.” And it did. She was a firecracker – in bed and out – and the red hair was nothing more than a warning to all who dared entry.

“You could be an Ace,” she whispered and I settled my arm over hers, gripping the hand at my hip and squeezing. “It’s not so impossible, Clutch. Everyone here respects you. The Professor would second the nomination.” She spoke quickly, the words tumbling out as she tried to convince me before I could reject the offer. “Daddy thinks the world of you.”

“Because I went to jail in place of his beloved princess,” I retorted and she hummed an agreement. “But it doesn’t change who I am. A Rebel,” I stressed and her head dropped to my shoulder as she tried to pull her arm back. I tightened my grip, knowing I’d upset her. “Ginger, I wouldn’t ask you to change. I couldn’t.” I grunted when she balled up her fist and thumped me on the back. “You know I’m right.”

“I don’t have to like it,” she muttered, jerking away from me. “You’re going to go back to that stupid cow, Ronnie,” she hissed, not looking at me as I turned on the bed to face her. “After she dumped you when you went to prison.”

“Well, I did go to prison for you,” I reminded her. “That might have been part of the issue. Plus, it was a long time.”

“Three years,” she scoffed, shaking her hair back, the red strands standing out against her pale skin. “Nothing. A true old lady would have stuck by her man.”

“Twelve,” I corrected idly, still unable to believe they’d let me out. “I don’t remember seeing you there.” She blinked rapidly, ducking her head so her hair covered those cat green eyes. “I noticed you didn’t visit either.”

“I wanted to,” she murmured, taking a deep breath as she lifted her head. “But Daddy didn’t think it was a good idea.”

“I’m sure he didn’t,” I answered, rubbing my thumb over her areola and watching the skin pucker. “His little girl almost got caught transporting weapons over state lines. I’m sure he didn’t want you within a hundred yards of a cop.” She arched her back, thrusting her puckered nipple into my palm and I massaged it lightly as her eyes grew hooded. “I’m sure none of your other boyfriends did either.” She scraped her nails over my stomach, drifting lower as my dick came to attention.

“You’re not jealous,” she stated, her eyes on mine as she wrapped her hand around my dick.

“No,” I agreed, leaning over her as she fell back on the bed with a breathless sigh as I plucked at her nipple. “But I also don’t share.” I took her nipple in my mouth, relishing her moan as I sucked hard, and my dick twitched happily when she gripped it firmly, her hand moving in long strokes.

“You don’t have to share,” she whimpered, her fingers tangling in my hair as I released her nipple with a pop. “It’s not like that.” I ran my fingers down her breast bone, following the curve of her stomach, until I found a neat patch of red curls.

“So this is all mine?” I questioned, one finger grazing her wet folds as her eyes dilated. “No one touches this pussy but me?”

She licked her lips as I slid my finger back and forth lazily, waiting for her to respond. Her hand tightened on my dick when I grazed her clit, but she couldn’t or wouldn’t answer so I pulled my hand away even as she clenched her thighs to keep it there.

“That’s not fair, Clutch,” she objected as I straightened, my dick jutting up as her hand fell to the bed, her red hair spread out around her on the white sheets. “It’s not that simple.”

“No, I guess it isn’t