Page 28 of His Loyal Rebel

The shuffling kept his hands busy and off Twyla.

"I swear, I'll throw the mattress at you next if you don't answer me." She peeked her head over the top of the ladder. "I'm serious, Whip. We talked. I told you what I want to do. Tell me why you changed your mind, and why we have to stay here."

"I never changed my mind." He cut the card deck in half and tapped them against the surface of the table.

"You never told me I couldn't go."

"I did."

"Not until after they left."

"Same thing."

She disappeared from sight. A groan followed.

"Tell me why you think you have some kind of power over me and think you can tell me what to do?" A muffled scream came from upstairs. "No one rules my life, but me."

He set the cards on the table and leaned back in the chair. Priest wanted to go after Big. There was no stopping the club. He understood the threat against him and Tarkio. If Twyla wasn't involved, he'd be right beside his MC brothers as they took care of business.

Instead, he was stuck at the cabin waiting for word to get back to him.

"You are so lucky I can't lift the stupid mattress," muttered Twyla.

He grinned, looking up to the loft. Unable to see her, he could imagine her hot, sweaty, struggling to move an object that weighed twice as much as her. The girl had a temper.

She also wasn't afraid to let all her emotions and moods show, and the hell with everyone else. The girl walked her own beat, and he had to admire that about her.

Since bringing her to the cabin, he'd had all the time in the world to figure her out, and she made it simple.

So simple, he knew from the first night they slept in the loft that once she fell asleep, she was dead to the world. She'd start out at the edge of the mattress, and by the time she closed her eyes, she'd fallen asleep and rolled across the bed to snuggle in his arms.

Each morning, he slipped out of bed before she woke up. So far, he'd kept her oblivious to how she sought him out during the night.

He let her have that.

Because if he let her know how her anger toward him disappeared, her sadness went away, and her fear vanished when she was her most vulnerable, it would make the days with her unbearable.

As it was, he got through them, knowing he'd get a sweet reward each night.

It'd been a long time since he'd slept the whole night with a woman. Hell, he fucked women as often as he could, but he hadn't spent a whole night with them, much less stuck around day after day, since before he'd gone off to prison.

Being at the cabin, away from everyone, relaxed him, despite what he knew was happening in town. Having Twyla with him, he could imagine what it would be like when his life went back to normal.

He'd be missing out on a whole hell of a lot of pleasure.

His chest tightened. With her around, his mind constantly strayed from what was important. Cusclan was out there. He would like nothing more than to put a gun to the head of each member and make them pay for what they'd put his family through.

Instead, he was sitting on his ass, imagining what it'd be like to come home to Twyla every night.

To feel the full effect of her mouth, one-minute throwing attitude at him, and the next, sucking his cock.

He scratched his chest. It took everything in him not to take more from her than she'd already given him.

He'd like to go up into the loft and put her in a better mood. But, he'd already taken more from her by whisking her away from her life, her job. He wasn't going to chance hurting her more when she went back to the house, and he dropped out of her life.

A shoe flew through the air. He caught it.

"God, just once can you screw up? Why do you have to be so perfect? I'd like to hit you upside your head and knock some sense into you." She climbed down the ladder.