Revolt (Legends and Love)

I stare up the winding white stairs the naked rock star princess just ascended. Fuck. Scrubbing my face, I turn to the others. “Check the car situation,” I tell Dal, and he wanders off to do as ordered. “Cil, check on Astro and begin making a list of updates we need.”

Smirking, he salutes me and takes off, leaving me alone. I look at the top of the stairs again, wondering what trouble we got ourselves into now.

That’s what she is, trouble, and I knew it from the first moment they told us her name. You’d have to be dead not to know about the playgirl rock princess who’s known for being slightly crazy. Now, with her tight, curvy body imprinted on every fiber of my being, I know they underplayed just how much trouble she would be. Fuck, my dick is ridiculously hard, not that I would ever let the others know that. We are the best at what we do, and we never draw attention to ourselves, but I knew that would be hard the moment I saw her swimming laps naked, the sun caressing her incredible body.

She changes everything, and I don’t like it.

I don’t like change. I like rules, and I like knowing every single step of a plan. I am clearly the opposite of the nudist rock star singing upstairs. I saw her pictures on the news, but they did not do her justice, not one bit. Obviously, she was younger back then, more innocent, and there was something fragile in her eyes, but not now. Oh no, her eyes are hard, and she’s full of sensuality.

Her long hair was made to be fisted, her pouty little mouth was made to be fucked, and her perky ass was made to be marked.

Fuck, those tits tipped with rosy nipples would look fucking incredible above me while she rode my dick. No. Stop. Don’t even think of that.

It’s too late, and I just fucking know Reign Harrow, the rock princess, has ruined me forever with just one look at her naked body.

Turning away before I follow her bratty ass upstairs and teach her not to talk back to me, I leave to find the others and check in on their progress, knowing she is going to fight us every step of the way.

The house is fucking massive, but also very tastefully done. Some rooms are still empty or being decorated, and that makes sense since she just reappeared. The outside is my favorite though, like an oasis. It has the pool, a bar, a teepee, and feels homey with cushions, rugs, fire pits, and an incredible view.

The seven empty bedrooms on the second floor are where we will live to be close—not that she knows that yet. They are all plain but furnished enough for us to live in. Hell, we’ve lived in sand before, so that won’t matter. Her floor is all open plan, and I won’t go up there until later. The first floor has a massive kitchen with doors that lead outside, a dining room, two living rooms, and a cinema room. There’s even an elevator, as well as so many other rooms, I lose track. Strategically, it’s a nightmare, but we can make it work.

I have a long list that I start phoning in while we wait for her. Her management said they wanted the best, so that’s what they’ll get.

Astro appears. “Captain.”

I hold up my finger and he patiently waits while I finish my text to my guy who takes care of cameras, and then I raise my eyes to his. He doesn’t even look shameful. “Reign is our job. Do not cross the line.”

“You know I won’t, but I can flirt.”

“No, we’ll keep it professional,” I retort, and he laughs at me.

“Good luck with that, captain.” He grins.

“I mean it. She is our job and one of the biggest names we have ever protected. This isn’t the military anymore. We are under scrutiny, so there is no leeway for a fuckup. Get it in check. It doesn’t matter that she’s the most beautiful fucking woman on the planet. You think with your head, not your dick, understood?” I know my tone is commanding and sharp, the one I used to use in another life.

“Got it, captain.” He has the grace to look chastised, but then he grins and I follow his gaze to Reign.

She has on a black, skintight, V-neck shirt or bodysuit that molds to her incredible tits, her nipples pebbled against the material, little shorts that mold to her ass, and knee-high boots. Her hair falls over one shoulder, her lips are bright red, and her eyes are darkly lined. She looks fucking incredible and way too expensive for us to ever stain with our touch.

She winks at me. “I’ll take it as a compliment. Let’s go, boys.”

I walk before her and open the door. “Let us get the door and go out first, even in the car, understood?”

“Sure,” she responds, dragging her hand along my side as I head into the garage.

For some reason, I don’t believe her, nor do I think about the way her touch burns my skin, causing me to ache. Ignoring it, I stride over to the huge SUV, where Dal sits in the driver’s seat. Opening the back door, I gesture for her to get in and she slides inside. Usually, I would put Astro in the back, since he’s good at keeping our marks comfy and happy, but I want space between them, so I get in with her and he gets in the passenger seat.

“All good?” I ask Dal.

He meets my eyes in the rearview mirror. “No IEDs, trackers, or issues.”

Reign looks up from her phone. “Bombs? Really?”

“I take my job very seriously, Miss Harrow,” I tell her, using that to keep some distance between us as I stare out of the window before glancing back to find her watching me. “Is now a good time to discuss the updates and upgrades to your security systems?”

“Do I have a choice?” she asks, crossing her long, supple legs.

“Of course. We would appreciate your input—” I grunt as she presses her foot into my thigh, spreading it wider. Giving her a warning look, I carry on. “It is your house and life, Miss Harrow,” I say as she presses her booted foot against my cock. I grip her ankle and squeeze, showing her a little of my strength as I try really hard to ignore the flare in her eyes as I lift her leg and place it down on the seat next to me. “As I was saying—”

“Fine, read me the list.” She sighs and settles back, but I know she hasn’t finished messing with me. I see the mischief in her eyes and the tilt of her red lips. For a moment, I get lost in them, imagining them wrapped around my hard cock. The tinted windows would stop anyone from ever knowing that I had their precious rock princess on her knees, begging for my cum.

Shifting, I try to ignore my dick and my dirty thoughts, but it’s like she knows because she chuckles and drops her gaze to my very obvious erection. “Need a hand?” she teases.

“I’m thinking cameras.” I hope that by focusing on my job, my stupid fucking hard-on will go away. I have never had this issue before.

“Like watching, do you?”

I actually choke on my own words. “Miss Harrow, this is very inappropriate,” I say, and she rolls her eyes.

“Fine, I’ll behave . . . for now. So cameras?” She easily switches to business mode, and I find myself missing her sass, but it does make it easier to focus on what I need to do.

“Boss, I need to know where we are going,” Dal says.

“Miss Harrow?” I inquire.

“I want a new car.” She reels off an address.

I don’t comment on that. Instead, I continue, “Cameras. We won’t have blind spots except for your bedroom and bathroom to give you privacy.”

“I don’t mind the bedroom.” She smirks.

I ignore that and the jerk of my cock. “We need to hire new guards for security detail, those we trust and know are up to scratch. I want some new alarms in place as well as a security officer. We will put together an approved list of visitors.”

“No one,” she replies, her face hardening.

“Miss Reign?” I ask, confused.

“My house is my sanctuary. They will not defile it again. No one will be allowed at my house except for me and you guys. Is that a problem?” She dares me to comment, but I just nod, and she looks out the window. “Do whatever you think is best.”

I don’t like the closed look on her face. I don’t even like that her eyes aren’t on me anymore. In fact, she seems to be trying very hard to ignore us. Suddenly, all joy is sucked from the car, leaving it cold and sterile like our normal jobs. She shut down on us, and a part of me hates that.

“It’s your house, Reign,” I say, dropping the title. “We will make sure it and you are safe.”

For a moment, her eyes come back to me, and I feel like cheering in victory. “Good, now let’s pick out a new car.” She smiles, and although it’s small, it’s there.

I nod, okay with whatever will make her happy.

I’m beginning to realize I would do anything so I wouldn’t have to see that look again, but some things start to click into place in my mind. Is that why she left? Her peace was taken, or defiled as she called it?

For the first time, like the rest of the world, I wonder what happened to Reign Harrow and where she went.