Rebel (Alpha Mountain #2) Read Online Renee Rose

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Alpha Mountain Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
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I army crawled through the narrow passage as fast as my forearms could carry me, praying I wasn’t making too much noise. I arrived at the drop-down, a ten-foot free fall, and didn’t blink before taking it.

I landed hard, and my ankle wrenched beneath me, sending a lightning bolt of pain up my leg. I didn’t quite manage to keep my cry muffled, and I reached down instinctively to wrap my fingers around the spot. It was okay, though. I was almost out. Once I was on the street, I could slip into the night. Or hobble.

I went to the next set of ducts and slithered forward until I got to the end in the boiler room. From there, I only had to crawl through an upper window, and I was out.

I hoisted myself up and tossed my legs through the opening then dropped quietly to my feet, my right leg buckling a little because of the sore ankle.

“Face down, hands behind your head!”

I froze at the shouted command. Three officers had me cornered with guns pointed at me. They were big, burly, and very angry.

“I said, face down!” the guy snapped.

“Nice and easy, no fast moves,” another added.

Slowly, I dropped to my knees, hands in the air.

“Where’s your partner?” the first guy asked. “You couldn’t have pulled this off alone, kid.”

That was when I realized that they hadn’t caught my dad. They didn’t know where he was. Or who he was.

They hadn’t caught him. Why? Because he’d run away. The comm in my ear was silent because he was gone.

As the Empress sapphire ring was taken from me and cuffs slapped on my wrists, I knew what he’d done. He’d left his seventeen-year-old daughter to take the fall for his crime.

CHAPTER

ONE

Twelve Years Later

HAYES

Damn.

The only time my dick had been harder than this moment was after an unexpected firefight with insurgents back in my SEAL days. Post-battle erections were the norm. The need to fuck intense, not that we ever had the opportunity deployed.

But even that time was nothing like this. Holy shit, not even close. Who knew small-town Montana had the hottest women on the planet? Woman. One of my hands cupped a perfect tit, fingers tweaking the taut nipple, the other working the sweetest, most drenched pussy. Finger fucking her was an easy go. She was as into this as I was.

Maybe more because when she breathed in my ear, “That all you got?” followed by a moan as I rubbed over her G-spot, I knew I’d met my match.

Deputy Megan Hager was fucking perfect. Gorgeous. Carried a gun. Didn’t take any shit, but the way she was rolling her hips, I was sure she was going to take my dick just fine.

“I’ve got everything you need, doll baby.”

“Don’t call me that,” she snapped then leaned in and bit my pec through my t-shirt.

Cum spurted into my boxers. The bite of pain mixed with the hot, tight feel of her around my fingers was my undoing. And I hadn’t even fucked her yet. “I’m the one who’s going to make you come in the next ten seconds. I can call you anything I want.”

Her fingers gripped my biceps as I slid my thumb over her clit. She wasn’t wearing her deputy uniform today, but a tank top and short skirt with easy access. I couldn’t see my fingers working up into her tight, dripping heat, but I could watch her beautiful face. Her head tipped back and thumped against the back side of the barn. It was as far as we’d made it from the barbeque at the Alpha Mountain Security compound before we got our hands on each other. It wasn’t dark yet, and I could see her whiskey eyes flare then fall closed. Her lips parted. Her pussy clenched then milked my fingers. Her body tensed, and I set my hand over her mouth to stifle her moan as she came.

Yeah, she came. And came some more. Dripping her sticky honey all over my hand. When I only felt ripples around my fingers, I slipped them free, grabbed a condom from my wallet then opened my jeans.

I was getting inside of her before she was done coming. Her lids fluttered open, and her gaze dropped to the action of me rolling the latex down my length.

A bird chirped in the background. A slight breeze moved across us, but it did nothing to cool my need for Megan.

“I’m big. I got you all wet and soft. Think you can take a dick like mine?”

She licked her lips, and sweat broke out on my brow.

“Cocky much?” she countered.

“You’re about to find out.”

I also wanted her consent. Heavy petting was one thing. Outdoor sex, where there was a chance we might be found, was another. I’d take her back to my bed, but I lived in the bunkhouse. We had our own rooms—me, Kennedy, Taft, and now Quincy—but I had a feeling Megan didn’t want anyone knowing about this. Or had any intention of staying over. Hell, it was four in the afternoon. It wasn’t like I’d be making her breakfast anytime soon.



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