The Win: Rebels of Ridgecrest High (Book 4)

This is it. Where I ask her to trust me. Mila is safe—I know that. She would never judge me for my tastes. I see how she is with the guys; I get jealous of them together. I want to join in, but I want to have Mila for my own. On another level, I want the control that I can’t have in group sex.

Hunter was calling the shots, but not in a way I would. He suggests things, making sure everyone is safe and comfortable.

I respect him for that, but right now, I want Mila to swallow my cock whole. I want to grab her hair and fuck her pretty little mouth. I don’t want to be gentle. I want to make love to her . . . but not now. Now’s not the time. I’m too worked up to do it slow and gentle, which I know she deserves. I want to teach her how I like my cock sucked.

I like the control or, at least, the fantasy of it. I’m gonna show Mila and the guys. I want them to understand this is me. I haven’t explored this as much as I’ve wanted, but I know how I like my cock sucked, and I want Mila to like that too.

Mila goes for my boxers, but I let out a deep rumble in my chest, and her eyes widen. Her hands go to her lap, and I smile down at her while brushing my thumb over her jaw.

“Do you trust me?” I ask and she nods. “Trust I won’t hurt you?”

“Yes, Jace.”

My chest swells. I know I’m not asking for something crazy of her, but I want her trust that I won’t go too far. I know my girl is good at sucking cock; I watched her last week. But what I want, it isn’t gentle.

I can see on the phone’s screen that Hunter’s wearing his glasses and is very awake. Asher’s watching closely, and Roman’s still in the dark. But I know he’s watching my every move.

“Take out my cock.”

She looks up at me through her lashes, and I bite my lip to stop myself from moaning. Fuck, she’s perfect. As she tugs the waistband down and my cock springs free, she licks her lips and watches it against my stomach. But she doesn’t touch. She’s waiting for me to tell her.

She might have been teasing earlier about how big I am, but she knows. I’m longer than Hunter. I’m thicker than Asher . . . but, fuck. Roman. His cock’s a monster.

“Open your mouth,” I growl.

Holding the base of my cock, I see movement on the screen, but I ignore them and watch as Mila opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out. Fuck, she knows what I want before I even ask it. Has she done this before? I growl deep in my chest at the thought, and she doesn’t move. I narrow my eyes at her, but she doesn’t shift.

“Good girl,” I praise her as I rub my cock head against her cheek, tapping her tongue a few times.

She moans but keeps her mouth open as I dip my cock into her warm mouth. She swallows as I press in deeper, and when I feel her gag, I pull back. I know where her limit is. I might like control, but I don’t like to push it past there. That’s not for me. I want her to enjoy this too.

“Suck me.”

Her lips wrap around my cock, and I let go, grabbing a fistful of her hair and working her mouth. She goes deeper and deeper until she’s almost at the base, and I can feel myself fucking her throat. Holy shit. I’m about to come, but I want to play this out a little longer. I had no idea she could take me that deep without gagging.

I pull back and watch her as my cock pops free, all shiny and wet from her mouth. I lick my lips and let go of her hair to swipe my thumb over her lower lip. She sucks it, and I moan. Fuck. This girl. Last time she had my cock, all she did was swipe my pre cum, and I fucking came. It’s so hard to hold back now. I want this to last longer than a minute, but those eyes . . .  I swear she’s trying to kill me with another orgasm without touching me.

“Behave,” I warn her and she smirks up at me. I bite the inside of my mouth. She’s playing with me now, and I fucking love it. It wouldn’t be Mila if she wasn’t.

“Open.”

She opens her mouth again and sits on her hands so she doesn’t touch me. Fuck, she’s perfect. I grab her hair again and direct her to my cock.

“Take me as deep as you can go.”

And she does. I let out a deep groan as I try to hold the phone steady. But in the end, I give up. I throw the phone on the bed and stroke her face with my other hand as I fuck her perfect mouth.

“Fuck, so good, Mila.”

Her big blue eyes are on mine as my balls tighten and I know I’m about to come.

“I’m gonna come,” I warn her, giving her the choice to pull away or to let me come in her mouth.

She sucks harder, and that’s enough to push me over the edge. My cock unloads into her mouth, and she doesn’t let up. My body trembles and explodes with pleasure.

I pull from her mouth, and when she licks me off her lips, I shudder from the sight. Yanking her up, I grab her chin and slam my mouth against hers, tasting myself on her lips as our tongues collide. It’s not gentle . . . I’m claiming her mouth.

She’s mine.

I pull back and look down at her pink cheeks, her perfect rosebud lips, and her crazy wild hair.

“Mine,” I growl before I take her mouth again.

We end up wrapped up in the sheets, holding each other. Mila talks to the guys as they work out what we’re going to do for the day. Although she doesn’t mention the teddy incident from last night, she cuddles her Bedtime Bear under her arm, and it’s cute. She used to sleep like that with him, then I stole him.

I do feel bad. I shouldn’t have taken it. I just loved her so much I wanted to be close to her . . . in a dumb way, I now see. But I was a dumb kid back then. Puberty got me all messed up, and I didn’t know how to tell my best friend that I loved her and wanted to kiss her.

Now, I squeeze her tighter and she snuggles in closer to me. I got the girl. I have the best friends . . . and Asher. The guy is growing on me. I might not be his best friend yet, but it will come.

Mila picked us all. Every one of us became friends because of her, and I trust her judgment. She hasn’t picked a bad friend yet. Roman was tough; he had a real chip on his shoulder. Hunter was easy; he was sweet and shy. Me . . . well, I was the neighbor. She didn’t exactly pick me. I picked her and she let me into her world.

“What are you thinking about so hard over there?” she asks, the phone screen now dark.

“Just life, you. Us. All of us,” I mumble. She smiles at me and I kiss her nose. “We all give you butterflies. Just funny how we all fit. How you picked us all, not realizing that, one day, we would all be yours.”

She smiles and traces her finger over my brow. “I knew that you were all mine.”

I chuckle. Of course, she did. When Mila has her mind and heart on something, she won’t give up until it’s hers.

“You know what you want, babe, and you take it. Like being friends with Roman. I never saw that working out, but you didn’t give up. Or the time you learned to skateboard. You did it, even though you fell more than you rode. You want something, you go for it. You get it.”

“My skateboarding skills weren’t the best, but I didn’t fall that much.”

I chuckle and she slaps my arm.

“Oh, remember when we found that stray kitten?”

I nod and squeeze her. “We only found that little feral kitten because you fell off the skateboard, Mila.”

“Well, shut up. I loved that feral little kitten, and I wanted to keep it, but my mom was allergic. So Dad had to take it to the shelter, so there. I don’t get everything.”

I hum in response. I remember that day. Mila was so cute, loving on that little feral kitten and never giving up. She was all scratched up, and her dad freaked out it might have rabies.

“It was trying to claw you to death,” I remind her.

She just sighs. “It was scared and all alone. Anyone would do that.”

It reminded me of how she was with Roman. He was scared and alone, and she kept loving him until he stopped pushing back. That kitten just needed a week with Mila, and it would have snuggled up with her. That’s just how Mila is—she cares so much. Biggest heart of anyone I know.

We sit quietly, and I realize now how much that kitten meant to her, if only for a day. She wanted that little feral ball of fur. Growing up, we didn’t have pets. My parents said we couldn’t afford to feed them, and now they want to travel more. Roman never had a chance at a pet; he needed all his energy to take care of himself. Hunter was the only one of us that had one—his dog, Chewy, who passed away a few years back. But Mila always wanted a cat. I have no idea why; she just wanted one.

I want to get her one. A little ball of fur to make her smile. Mila’s going to have everything she wants. I’m going to make sure of it.

“Do you like little white balls of fur? Or those weird naked cats?” I ask, wanting to get more information from her.

She giggles. “They’re not naked. But, yeah, I don’t really like those. My neighbor, when I lived in New York, had one of those fluffy white Ragdoll cats with the color on its nose and paws. I like those. They are so cute and sweet.”

Ragdoll . . . the heck? Okay, need to remember it to Google later.

“Bet it was cute. Just like you.” I tickle her, trying to distract her from talking about cats and kittens.

Hunter has a special gift for her for Christmas and is still waiting to give it to her. He forgot, then Mila went into that tailspin from Malcolm’s gifts, so we all held off. Roman says he has one. I don’t know what it is. Asher doesn’t have a clue what to get her, and now I have the best gift idea.

A cute, fluffy kitten.