The Rebel


This is my adaptation of “Rebel With A Cause” by Kim Hansen

Chapter 23

“Is it time to get up yet?’

Brenda hung up the phone and turned to answer the groggy rumble
that had come from within the pillow beside her. Jax’s face was
buried in it. The back of his head was all she could see of him, that
and the hard length of his body that was stretched out on his
stomach beside hers.

Leaning down, she kissed a tan shoulder and traced the firm lines
of his back. “Not unless you want to. I just called my father to tell
him about the fire.”

Jax moved and managed to open his eyes.

“I told him we were nearly killed in the blaze up there, and that you
came to my rescue.”

“Was he suitably impressed?” Jax asked, unable to suppress the
tremor that slid through him as her lips touched the back of his
neck.

“Mmm,” she murmured, enjoying the taste of him once again. She’d
enjoyed his flavor twice during the night. “I just told him that I just
had to reward you with the day off.”

Jax smiled. “And what about you?”

“He thought I should take the day off, too.”

“What a wonderful idea.”

Brenda screamed as he quickly and expertly flipped to pin her
beneath him. “I thought you’d like it.”

“I believe I was the one who thought of it.” He lowered his mouth to
hers and stayed there until it was necessary for him to breathe
again. “You know,” he told her, leaning back on one elbow to look
down at her, “we never got to eat last night.”

She rolled her eyes.

“What? I’m hungry.”

She sighed. “Here I am offering you the use of my body, and all you
can think about is food?”

He smiled. “I can have dessert first.” He bent down to her once
more, and she responded back, surrounding him with her embrace,
enticing him with her smile and driving him insane as she moved
beneath him.

But the lovemaking was playful this time, light and breezy. Yet it
was no less satisfying. In fact, it left him wanting more, but his
stomach was not about to be ignored. It growled and Brenda
laughed when she heard the roar. “Go on and eat. I’m just going to
take a shower.”

“Won’t you be lonely?” he asked, watching her go and enjoying the
view.

“You can always join me,” she said, walking out the door, but as
much as he wanted to, Jax decided he needed nourishment at the
moment. Besides he would need his strength for later.

Jax grabbed a discarded towel from the floor, he wrapped it around
his waist and walked towards the steps, pausing briefly by the
bathroom door before continuing on.

Peter and Wendy greeted him on the stairs, nearly making him fall
as they wound in and out of his legs and plagued him with woeful
cries until he picked them up. It was the wrong thing to do. For,
once they had his attention, the two young cats weren’t about to
give it up.

Brenda found the three of them sitting on the floor in the living
room. Or, rather Jax was sitting and the kittens were running after
some string that he was pulling along the floor. “I thought you were
hungry.”

Jax turned to look up at her. She was leaning against the wall,
dressed in a white silk robe that molded to her body like a second
skin. His pulse skipped a beat. “I was. I am. But they were bored.”
He tossed the string across the room and rose. “Where did you
leave the food?”

“On the kitchen counter,” she told him and stooped as soon as she
entered the kitchen. “Ought oh.”

Right behind her, he followed her gaze. The bag containing the fish
and fries was still on the counter where she’d left it. But it had a big
gaping hole in the side, and the fish was gone. “They ate the fish!”

Brenda wrinkled her nose and approached the shredded bag. “At
least they left the fries.”

He grimaced and reached for the refrigerator. “One or two eggs?”

“Are you going to cook?” she asked in surprise.

“Unless you can promise me that you won’t burn my eggs.”

“You cook,” she hastily agreed. “I’ll set the table.”

But they didn’t eat there. Instead they returned to the living room
and ate on the couch, while they watched the kittens play.

“They are good company,” she told him when her stomach was full
and she was laying against his shoulder. She couldn’t remember
ever feeling so relaxed and complete.

“So am I.”

She laughed. “I’m glad, because we’re going to have to spend the
day together.”

“What a shame.”

“And maybe even the weekend.”

“Whatever will we do?” he wondered aloud.

“I don’t know. Got any ideas?”

He turned her into his arms. “One or two.”

“Show me.”

“Gladly,” he said, abruptly standing and hosting her up into his
arms. “But I’d rather do it upstairs.”

Laughter followed them up the steps and into the bedroom, and the
joy they found in each other was explored again as outside the sun
shone and the sea gulls circled across the sky.

To be continued...