Page 35 of Royal
Her phone vibrates briefly on the table next to her bed with a text notification. Scares the shit out of me because if she opens her eyes…
She doesn’t move, the poor thing. The first day of classes must have worn her out. My brain skips for a second, remembering that Wilder said he has a class with her. Lucky fucking bastard.
Jerking myself back to the task at hand, I figure I may as well take a look at her phone notifications if I can. See if I can discern anything from them. Tapping the screen, I frown. It’s easier than I thought. She has no passcode locking her phone. I’d tell her she should fix that, but then again, that’d make everything I’ve been asked to do a whole lot more difficult. Right now, it’s like stealing candy from a baby.
A glance at the top of the message screen tells me the sender of the latest text is a girl named Kara. Based on a cursory glance at the content of the messages, I’m going to guess this is the big sister from the photo.
Davis says you’re ignoring him.
Tell Davis to fuck himself.
You’re still pissed.
Yes, I’m pissed.
You would be, too.
Yeah, sorry. You’re right.
So Davis and Echo are also at odds right now. Good to know. Could be useful.
Like a pervert, I stand at Echo’s bedside, watching her for way too fucking long. She’s asleep now. Nothing more to see here.
But a moment later, without opening her eyes, her arm darts out to the side, fumbling for the drawer in the table beside her. Holy fucking hell, she’s awake. And I am standing right. Fucking. Here. Sliding the drawer open, she grabs at something before rolling over onto her stomach, face in the pillow. Her hand sneaks under her body.
My brows draw together, confused until I hear the telltale buzz of a vibrator muffled by the bedding and her body.
Oh, fucking hell.
With my eyes glued to her, her hips undulate in a steady rhythm at first, but then as she gets more into it, her body jerks out of her control, chasing the orgasm she’s after. On a frustrated gasp, she lunges from her prone position to her knees, the sheet falling away from her body. She peels the midriff-baring T-shirt over her head and tears out of her underwear. Fully naked, she hits the mattress again, hand back between her legs, body writhing, movements frantic. How I wish I were her motherfucking mattress, or the cool sheets beneath her. But it’s okay. Watching is enough for now. I push my rock-hard dick down. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined I’d be treated to a show like this.
And these moments, they’re mine and hers alone. Mine and hers. She’s gifting them to me, giftingherselfto me. I gladly accept, relishing in her quick intake of breath, delighting in every fucking moan. Her pale body is so fucking gorgeous in the moonlight coming in from the window, her skin now soft and dewy looking as her body temperature rises. Sweat forms on her back.Fuuuck.I want to run my tongue over her flesh. Taste her everywhere, but most especially between her legs. They’re spread wide just for me, and from here, I have the most beautiful view of her pussy and asshole. Yeah. Definitely want to lap up every bit of her with my tongue. She has to be dripping wet if the groans tearing from her lips are any indication. And she’s so fucking cute, trying to mask the noises she’s making by pressing her face into the pillow. But it’s no good. I hear them all the same. They’re like music to my fucked-up ears. A sick, sexy symphony.
Regretfully, as she reaches orgasm, and her pants heave from her lips, I cross to the window. Knowing she’s way too into what she’s doing to notice any-fucking-thing else, I slowly raise the window, then wait there while her body goes rigid, riding right on the edge of bliss before it goes completely lax. She writhes in pleasure as I bear witness to the way she loses all control.That’s it, baby. That’s Beck’s good girl.
I breathe carefully as she finishes. So fucking gorgeous. I wish I could watch her all the damn time. And I really wish I could be here to see it whenever she turns the lights on in the bathroom.
We’ll see how she handles the second note I left her.
SEVENTEEN
ROYAL
There’snothing quite like being so pissed off I’m incapable of concentrating on anything. I have reading to do for two of my classes, but that isn’t happening when I’m this agitated. I hadn’t felt like eating dinner, either, as I’d been afraid it’d roll around in my stomach, creating havoc in my already burdened system. I still feel hungover. Damn Echo for putting me in the position where I had to drink to deal with her actions.Again.She’d invaded a place that has been a sanctuary for me the last year. The place I could go to punch the shit out of my demons. But here she is, the ultimate distraction. Not only does looking at her bring back that horrific night, but I’m worried I’m destined to chase her for all of eternity.
With all those thoughts swirling through my head, I’ve been here for fucking hours. Lying on my bed. Listening to music. Trying not to think about how I can go over to my window and look down to see what she’s doing. Is she thinking about me? Second-guessing her choice to come to KU? Well, I fucking hope she’s as worked up about this entire clusterfuck as I am.
There’s a chance if she stays here that every bit of our past that I haven’t wanted to think about ever again and all the things I don’t want any-fucking-one to know will come tumbling out. My monsters are on the verge of creeping and crawling out from under my skin where I keep them chained up. And they’ll fucking roar their displeasure at being dragged out into the daylight.
I exhale unsteadily, my jaw locked tight. As one song ends and another begins, I swallow hard and close my eyes. Finally, I begin to drift as the saddest lyrics wash over me.
Rage. How could she do this to me? I tip the bottle to my lips again, attempting to drown the thoughts crashing through me.
“Royal. No. Fucking give them to me, asshole. It’s my car.”
Wind blowing in my hair. Speed so blinding, there’s no way we’ll lose. I blink as everything blurs. I’m so fucking drunk. My head lolls, chin touching my chest. Metal screeches, the sound grating. A violent impact. Davis’s screams fill my ears. Heat. There’s so much heat. Something roars in my ear. My eyes flutter open. Flames.
An explosion rocks us. Something hot and jagged slices along my ribs.
