“I need to be the one who figures out who really killed Possum.”
I didn’t respond right away, because I didn’t know how. I couldn’t imagine a way to make that happen. Even I didn’t plan to find the killer myself. I didn’t expect it would take long either. In fact, if he’d been able to make contact with Smoke, Rile might already have a name.
“I want you to tell me what’s going on, Edge. Everything. I don’t want you to hold back a single detail.”
I rolled from her body and sat up, resting against the bed’s headboard. She sat up too and folded her legs, giving me a direct view of her glistening pussy.
“Sweetness,” I murmured, unable to tear my eyes away.
“Oh.” She unfolded her legs, pressed them together, and stretched them out in front of her. I wished I hadn’t spoken, but even if I hadn’t, she would’ve noticed I wasn’t looking where I should be. Even now, I couldn’t. Her pebbled nipples were calling out for my mouth to feast on them.
“Edge!”
I averted my eyes, but like beacons, her perfect tits recaptured my gaze.
“It isn’t any easier for me, you know.”
When I looked up, she was looking directly at my quickly hardening cock. “Maybe we should put some clothes on.” I reached for my boxer briefs and pulled them on. When I grabbed my shirt, she took it out of my hands and put it over her head.
Her cheeks pinkened. “I like looking at the rest of you.”
“Are you sure you can resist?” I couldn’t help but flex my muscles.
“I’ll let you know if it becomes too much for me.”
She crossed her legs again.
“You must wear knickers, sweetness. Otherwise, there is no way in the world I can look anywhere else.”
She smirked, rose from the bed, and was back a minute later. When she sat cross-legged again, I could see the ones she chose were pink. I wasn’t sure I’d fare much better with knickers. The idea of ripping them from her body with my teeth had my cock equally as hard as seeing her pussy had done. I grabbed the throw and tossed it over her lap. “I’m sorry, sweetness, but I can’t concentrate if your legs are open like that.”
She smirked again, which I adored. It was dawning on me that there was a lot I adored about this woman.
Suddenly, it was like a switch inside her had turned off. Instead of playful and flirty, she looked as though she was preparing for a kill.
“There are things I need to tell you, Edge.”
“I need you to tell me the truth, Rebel. All of it.”
“I will. I promise.”
“Go ahead.”
“Do you remember when Hammer asked if I wanted to kill Possum?”
I did. In fact, it was something that lingered in the back of my mind. “Yes,” I answered.
“He asked me what my motive was, and I told him that Possum killed my mother.”
I nodded, almost afraid to speak. In fact, I found myself struggling to get enough air in my lungs.
“I also told you my mother was a meth addict.”
Again, I nodded.
“For the first five years of my life, my mother and I both lived with my grandparents. I don’t remember much from that time. We were on our own for a while, she and my grandparents were on the outs. I don’t know why, but I can guess. Anyway, when I was eleven, I took off and went back to my grandparents’ house.” Rebel took a deep breath. “She didn’t come after me. Part of me thought she would, I guess. In the end, it was for the best, even though that was hard for me to understand at the time.”
I tried to picture an eleven-year-old Rebel. I’d be willing to bet she was the quintessential tomboy.