Free Salvation by Stephanie Tyler Page B

yourself get fucked for information?”
    “I’m offering to fuck you in exchange for information that doesn’t affect your empire as much as it does my friends.”
    Declan’s gaze raked him. “Defiance.”
    Rebel didn’t confirm or deny.
    “I don’t fuck in the backroom,” Declan told him. “And you’re asking a favor from me.”
    “Like you can get what you want from these guys?” Rebel asked. “Because I don’t think you show them what you really want. They assume you’ll fuck them and you don’t argue. But that’s not going to get you off. Not really.”
    He traced Declan’s cheek with his knuckles, his other hand cupping Declan’s cock through his leather pants. Yeah, weeks and months of observation had taught him something valuable.
    “You been fantasizing about tying me up, Rebel?” Declan thrust his hips so he rubbed himself against Rebel’s hand. “Because there’s no one here to give you what you need.”
    Rebel pulled Declan to him and kissed him. Declan’s hands went to Rebel’s waist, his fingers loosely threading through the belt loops, content to let Rebel take the lead, even though Declan was anything but submissive.
    Rebel understood the need for dominance and submission as instinctively as he did MC life. The latter was something he was born into but the former? That was a part of him he’d been born with.
    “Your friends are fine. Both of them,” Declan told him.
    Rebel narrowed his eyes.
    “Yeah, I just gave you something for nothing. Because I admire the fact that you’d whore yourself for them.” There wasn’t sarcasm in his tone...actually, something close to admiration. “Guess it’s easier since you’ve wanted to sleep with me.”
    “Pretty sure of yourself.”
    “You didn’t say I’m wrong. But if I let you fuck me, it’s not going to be a chore on your end.”
    Declan walked away. Rebel pulled him back. “Wouldn’t be.”
    Declan studied him. “You want proof about your friends.”
    “Yes.”
    “I’ll call Bishop. You can listen in.”
    “He won’t be suspicious?”
    “Considering I work with him? No.”
    Rebel swallowed. “You set me up.”
    “I told you I’d let you do this to me anyway, Rebel. You think I don’t know what you’re into? You think that doesn’t turn me the fuck on?” Declan grabbed Rebel’s wrist and guided it against his erection.
    Rebel stared at the man who didn’t show weakness and appreciated his openness. Granted, there was nothing weak about submission.
    “No, I don’t think it makes me less of a man,” Declan said. “Do you?”
    “Fuck no.” Rebel knew there was no way he was strong enough to let himself be tied.
    Rebel grabbed him and kissed him, pinning the man against the wall. Declan groaned into his mouth, especially when Rebel held his wrists hostage above his head. It became a fast, hard grind, with Declan definitely getting off by being held in place...and that got Rebel off too.
    “I’ve been waiting for you to approach me. I didn’t think you’d make it a business transaction,” Declan said.
    “Everything these days is,” Rebel told him. “And you could’ve approached me.”
    “Could’ve.” Dec gave him a small smile. “You weren’t ready.”
    He wanted to tell Declan to fuck off, but he couldn’t. For a lot of reasons, not the least one being that Declan was right.
    “Luna kicked some chick’s ass. Headbutted a guard. That was the first hour.”
    Rebel smiled. “Sounds like her.”
    “Then she went with Bishop. He’s made it clear that she’s hands off to anyone. Keller’s backing that.”
    “I want to hear that from Bishop.”
    “You want him to know how that’s happening—that you came to me for information?”
    Rebel stared at him. “For her? Yeah.”
    “Why’s that?”
    “She’s the only one who understands.”
    Declan looked at him. “Maybe she doesn’t have to be the only one.”

Chapter Ten
    Luna woke, blinked at the small lamp burning on the table across the