Rock Chick 08 Revolution (15 page)

I’d never tried it but I figured
now was as good a time as any.

He took in my big eyes and didn’t
find them cute.

I knew
this
when he declared, “Christ, you’re a pain in my ass.”

He stopped talking.

I didn’t fill the void.

He didn’t either.

Finally I couldn’t take it anymore
and asked, “Can I go find Darius now?”

“No you fuckin’ can’t go find
Darius now,” he answered and I shut my mouth again. “Jesus, Ally, you just told
me you’re in love with me.”

“Uh… I think I said
was
.”

“So you’re not in love with me?”

I didn’t answer that.

“Ally,” he growled.

God!

I knew one thing, he never let
anything go so I had no hope in hell of him letting
this
go.

And since I was letting it all hang
out it was time to go for the gusto.

But carefully.

“I didn’t say that,” I whispered.

Instantly upon my words, his eyes
got heated. It was his angry heat warring with a totally different kind of his
heat and he verbalized these conflicting emotions by sharing, “I don’t know whether
to fuck you or turn you over my knee.”

I decided not to give him my input
because the first option I was always up for and the second one might make me
lose my mind and we didn’t need any more emotion making things crazy.

Instead, I decided to change the
subject and I did this by asking cautiously, “Um… what’s happening here?”

“Um… you’re officially ending this
game we been playing by tellin’ me you love me?” he asked back sarcastically.

I had already pretty much done that
but I didn’t point that out at that juncture because I decided at his words and
tone that I felt we needed more emotion making things crazy.

And I was going to bring it.

“Seriously?” I snapped.

“Jesus, why can’t you just say it?”
he returned.

“Maybe because you’re essentially
ordering me to,” I fired back then kept going in order to advise, “Don’t think
you can watch the Rock Chicks and think you’re getting the same thing with me.
This macho bossy shit does not fly with me.”

“Clue in, Ally,” he immediately
volleyed, “Watchin’ the Rock Chicks, I know
exactly
what does and does not fly with you, and just like every one of those men when
their women serves up attitude, I don’t give a shit. And, just sayin’, that
attitude, just like with them, is
why I’m
with you.
”

“What?” I bit out.

“Babe, every one of those guys had
pussy lined up at the door. Bitches were gagging for it. They’d do anything to
get their hooks into those men and those men knew it. They didn’t want a woman
who’d do anything. They wanted a woman who knew her own mind and
wouldn’t
do anything. Not a single one
of your posse lets their man walk all over them. And not a single one lets them
get away with shit. At least not without dishin’ up a fair amount of attitude
before they let them get away with it which is the definition of
not
letting them get away with it.”

This, I had to admit, was true. At
the very least, if one of the Hot Bunch got bossy, they’d get an eye roll, but
usually they bought a whole lot more. Those boys might get their way but that
didn’t mean they didn’t have to work for it.

I just never looked at it that way.

Ren wasn’t done.

“With your crew, you get what you
see, not some twisted version who’s tyin’ herself into knots to give you what
they
think
you wanna see. And even if
every one of you and your crew are totally fuckin’ whacked in your own unique
ways, it’s just you and
all
you. Not
some bullshit fantasy that will go up in smoke the minute you get your hooks in
me.”

There was a lot there, and all of
it made total, if surprising, sense.

But I got stuck on one thing.

And being me, I called him on it.

“I’m not whacked!” I stated
(loudly).

“Ally, you been fuckin’ me for a
goddamned year, in love with me since the night we met, and pushing me away
that whole time. That’s whacked.”

“There
were
circumstances that led to all that, Zano.”

“And you took your sweet time
sharing those with me, and I’ll add, did it in a goddamn motel hours away from
home, after rescuing some random damsel in distress who got fucking
buried alive
that you met on your fuckin’
computer, for God’s sake, and you did it during a fuckin’ drama. Baby, that,
all
of that, is
whacked
.”

“Faye’s not random. She’s my
friend!” I shouted.

“You met her in person last night!”
he shouted back.

“So?” I asked, still shouting.

“Jesus, are we honestly
fighting
about the fact you’re in love
with me?” he asked.

“Words you’ll never hear if you
keep up this bossy in your face bullshit, Zano,” I returned (again, loudly).

He scowled at me.

Then he rolled off, shifting to his
back in the bed. He lifted his hands to his face and rubbed, muttering under
them, “Fuck me.”

I rolled to my side, got up on an
elbow and requested to know, “If I try to leave and go find Darius, are you
going to pin me to the bed again?”

He removed his hands from his face
and locked eyes with me. “Fuck yes.”

“God!” I exclaimed, falling to my
back on the bed with a plop.

Within an instant, Ren was looming
over me.

His hand came to my jaw and his
face dipped close.

I glared.

“I’m in love with you, Ally.”

I stopped glaring and my heart
flipped.

“What?” I whispered.

He didn’t repeat himself.

He said something a lot longer and
almost (but not quite) as good.

“I knew it could happen when you
were cool when I told you about my dad and you wrapped your hand around my
thigh. I definitely knew it could happen when you went wild for me on my
stairs. Shit went down and it took a while but I knew it
did
happen when you cried in my arms after Sadie had her thing.
Anyone who would feel that badly about being mean and care so deeply about
another human being’s fucked up life I knew was the woman for me. You gave me a
run for my money, and once I stopped finding it a pain in my ass and started
enjoying it, I did nothing but. I enjoyed every fuckin’ second, Ally. And every
fuckin’ second I’ve never doubted how I was feeling. And just to be clear, how
I was feeling, every day through this game we’ve been playing, was that I was
falling deeper in love with you.”

Holy crap.

“Seriously?” I breathed.

“Seriously,” he declared firmly.

I stared up at him, my heart
beating hard, my stomach melting, my hands itching to touch him, words getting
clogged in my throat.

With effort, I was able to let some
out and the ones that came were, “I’ll go to Ava and Luke’s wedding with you.”

When I was done speaking, I watched
him close his eyes then watched as he dropped his head so his forehead was
against mine.

Whoa.

Wow.

God.

Ren Zano loved me.

I got choked up again and put a
hand to his chest, sliding it up to curl around the side of his neck. At the same
time I lifted my other hand and wrapped it around his wrist at my jaw.

He lifted his head an inch and
opened his beautiful eyes.

And there it was in all its glory.

God.

He
loved
me.

I so totally didn’t see that
coming.

But I was over the freaking moon
that it did.

“Maybe I’m a little whacked,” I
whispered.

He said nothing which meant he
agreed, just maybe not about the “a little” part.

Suddenly, for the first time in a
very long time, I was uncertain.

But I’d very nearly fucked this up
by being emotional and maybe a bit stupid (okay, maybe not “maybe” about that
last part).

I had to stop doing that.

Therefore, I asked quietly, “Don’t
you think it’s a little weird, a woman saying she fell in love with a man the
first night they met?”

“No,” he answered immediately as
his eyes got warmer and more beautiful.

My nose started tingling.

I swallowed.

“Do you love me, Ally?” he asked in
his sweet voice.

I stared into his eyes. I drew in a
breath.

Then I answered, “Yes, Ren. I love
you.”

I didn’t get to stare into his eyes
as they responded to that.

Because his mouth and body were
responding to it.

That was to say, I was in his arms
and he was kissing me.

Hard.

My mouth and body, specifically my
heart and my happy place, responded to his kiss (and the fucking righteous fact
that he loved me) and I rolled him to his back with me on top. I shoved my
hands under his shirt and yanked up.

He lifted up to sitting, forcing me
to straddle him, and ended the kiss only to finish what I started, tug off his
shirt and toss it aside.

Then he tugged off my tee and
tossed it aside.

His arms closed around me, his
mouth took mine again, and he fell back, taking me with him and twisting so I
was on my back, Ren on me.

His hands moved on me and I liked
it.

My hands moved on him and it was
debatable but I might have liked that more.

His mouth took, mine gave.

This was our way. One place I
absolutely didn’t mind Ren being bossy and domineering was in bed. And he was
both, he’d never been anything but both, and I got off on it.

Finally, his fingers curled into
the cup of my bra and pulled it down. I bit my lip in anticipation for the
delights awaiting me and he didn’t delay. He moved his mouth there, sucked
hard, getting what he was going for immediately; my moan that corresponded to
the heat surging through me at the same time me driving my hands in his hair.

He swirled his tongue around my
nipple then blew against it.

Oh God. I loved it when he did
that.

I felt it pucker further and harden
harder and whimpered as that shot straight to my happy place.

“Kick off your boots, baby,” he
murmured as his arm that was around me shifted up, his fingers honing in on my
bra clasp.

With a flick, it was undone.

With a tug it was gone.

“Hurry, honey,” Ren ordered softly
then he went after my other nipple.

It was difficult, I wanted to
concentrate on what he was doing, but I managed to toe at my boots until they
were gone.

Ren heard the second one hit the
floor. I heard my zip go down and suddenly my jeans, panties and socks were
gone.

Lying down my side but up on an
elbow, his hungry, heated eyes came to mine and my happy place convulsed.

“Spread for me,” he whispered.

I held his eyes and did as asked.
He held my eyes and slid his fingers through the wetness between my legs.

My hips jerked.

A growl tore from his throat.

Hearing it, my hips jerked again.

Ren delayed no further, slid down
my body, rolled into me and his mouth was there.

I wrapped my legs over his
shoulders and dug my heels in his back, my fingers in his hair, arching and
moaning as my happy place spasmed.

“
Ren,
” I breathed.

God, I loved this.

No, that wasn’t right. I liked this
before. But I
loved
the way Ren did
it. Like he couldn’t get enough of me. Like he’d waited lifetimes for a taste
of me and now that he had me, he never wanted to stop.

It was amazing.

He kept going until my happy place
was nearly as happy as it could be.

Then he was up and covering me, his
eyes catching mine right before he slid inside.

As he filled me, my lips parted, my
eyelids lowered and I wrapped all my limbs around him.

There it was. Everything I needed.

Holding my gaze, he started moving.

“Ren?” I called on a whisper.

“Yeah, baby,” he answered, gliding,
not thrusting.

He was making love to me.

He loved me and he was making love
to me.

Thank
God
I didn’t fuck this up.

I tightened my arms and legs,
lifted my head, touched my mouth to his and dropped it back to the bed as my
declaration of gratitude for what he was giving me.

Then I requested, “Can I change my
answer?”

“What answer, honey?” he asked,
still gliding, going faster, not harder, but touching me deep.

I arched into him, sliding a hand
up his back and into his hair.

“To that question you asked last
summer,” I answered, my words hitching because he was again going faster, this
time harder, and it was doing a number on me.

But I needed to get this out or I’d
lose focus and not say it.

And I really needed to say it.

Again, that wasn’t right.

I really needed Ren to hear it.

“Ally, baby, what are you talking
about?”

“This,” I said.

“What?” he asked.

I held him tight at the same time I
lifted my head and put my mouth to his. No brush this time, just being close,
all this while holding his eyes.

He sensed what I needed and—God,
Ren, so awesome, always so freaking awesome—he stopped on an inward glide,
filling me thus giving me what I needed.

All
I needed.

“I’m amending my answer,” I
whispered. “This.”

I gave him another squeeze, this
time with everything I had, including my happy place, and I felt it as he bit
his lower lip, showing he liked what I did to him, nipping my lip in the
process, something so hot it made me shudder underneath him.

“This, baby,” I kept whispering,
“does
not
feel casual.”

His eyes burned into mine.

I moved a hand to his jaw and
finished, “And it never did.”