Page 15 of Royally Embraced: RBMC

Jeter bent, placing his hands on the counter beside her hips, caging her in. “Nobody but Kendrick knows I’m here. We’re safe for a bit. I want to try something.”

She held his gaze while he brought his face closer to hers. “And what is that?”

Instead of answering, he ran his nose down the side of her face, stopping at her ear. “This,” he whispered.

She shuddered. Her hands gripped the granite next to his, needing something to hold on to. Jeter licked her lobe and then gave it a little bite. She moaned. The diabolical man chuckled.

He trailed kisses and licks along her jaw until he reached her mouth. When he pulled her bottom lip into his mouth andrepeated the action with the top lip, she was beyond ready to throw caution to the wind and beg him to take her.

She pushed his jacket off his shoulders, loving the growl he let out. Jeter’s mouth covered hers, and then he was lifting her up, placing her ass on the cold counter. Her legs wrapped around his hips, bringing their lower halves flush. The feel of his hardness against her apex sent a zing of pleasure down to her toes. “Oh yes,” she moaned.

One of his hands shifted to her ass. The other, he brought up behind her head, gripping a fistful of her hair. If asked, she’d have given a hard no to hair pulling until Jeter. Damn, the man was making her want things she’d never dreamed of.

His lips left hers, moving down her throat, brushing kisses along her neck. Not once did he break the connection of the lower halves, which she was sure he could, even though she’d locked her ankles together.

“I want to see your breasts, farfallina.” He tugged her hair one last time. When he released the pressure on her head, she sighed, loving the way he brought his big hand to her chest. Staring transfixed at Jeter’s face as he lifted her T-shirt, she wondered what he’d think of the ink she sported since few had seen it.

The sound of a cell phone ringing stopped his hand, freezing them both.

“FuckingA,” he swore.

“Do you have to get that?” she asked. Her body buzzing with need.

He closed his eyes. The feel of his cock jerking between her thighs let her know he didn’t want to stop either, making her feel better knowing he wasn’t unaffected by their heavy petting.

Jeter twisted to pick up his jacket, grabbed his cell out of the pocket. “What?” he barked.

“Is that how you answer your phone nowadays, asshole?”

Jeter moved away from Tori, shaking his head and holding up a finger to her. “Sorry, brother. What’s wrong?”

With the distance between them, she couldn’t hear the conversation on the other side of the phone. Feeling weird for sitting on the counter like she expected him to come back and...and they’d resume what they’d been doing, she hopped down.

“Get your act together, hussy,” she mumbled. She turned the water on and washed her hands as she realized she hadn’t done so after taking care of Jeter’s head. Her hands trembled. The memory of seeing concrete flying up and knowing someone had shot at them had her heart pounding in fear all over again. They could’ve been killed.

“Oh god,” she gasped.

Her hand went to her stomach. Before she vomited in the sink, she rushed into the small room where the toilet was, lifted the lid, and barely made it before she made a complete fool of herself.

The feel of someone grabbing her hair registered, but Tori’s eyes watered; her stomach heaved, and she was sure she’d hack up her entire abdomen. With one hand on the wall next to her, she stayed still, hoping she had nothing else to come up.

“Here. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Jeter’s soothing tone nearly broke her.

She felt a warm wash cloth smooth over her face and neck. The man acted like being shot was nothing. She wanted to scream and remind him someone had shot at them, or rather her, and he’d been the unlucky one to suffer. Yet he was holding her hair while she tossed her cookies and then wiping her face. She wanted to crawl into a corner and cry.

“I’m such a Sissy Lala,” she cried

JETER WISHED HE’D BEENthinking straight. To him, getting shot at was...normal. Hell, he’d grown up in the Family, then went off to join the military, became Special Ops, and now was part of the Royal MC. They did shit that certainly wasn’t for the faint of heart. He’d seen a lot of shit that would turn grown men’s stomachs sour. “I’m sorry, baby. I should’ve realized you needed care.”

He'd be kicking his own ass for a long time for not taking better consideration for Tori’s wellbeing.

“It’s not your fault or place to take care of me, Jeter.” She took a shaky breath before standing up straight.

A simple move and yet there was so much in the action. She could lie. His mind whirled with thoughts on how to fix her. He stopped at her words. There had been far too many people who’d told him they didn’t need him. Shit, that was stupid. He didn’t know her, and she didn’t know him. Of course, she didn’t know him.

His gut threatened to twist into a knot, but they needed him to stay in control. He wasn’t that little kid who was a spare any longer. They needed to stay focused, and he had to remember she was in trouble because of him. Fuck.

“That was my brother on the phone. Why don’t you brush your teeth and wash your face. After you're finished, I’ll fill you in on what he told me. I need to make a phone call.”

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