Page 70 of Royal
“Do you really believe that?” Royal asked.
I knew what he thought. And fuck me, I was thinking the same. However, it seemed to be out of character for Ameinias. He didn’t confront his victims so openly. He didn’t toy with them, other than sending flowers. Even though it was unsettling that someone had, in fact, been outside Royal’s house tonight, I doubted it was the killer.
Still, I didn’t want to take any chances.
When I didn’t answer him, Royal scooted back on the bed and hugged a pillow to his chest. He’d already stripped out of his suit and was in pajama bottoms and no shirt. His normally perfectly-styled black hair was a bit messy from where he’d run his fingers through it.
I unzipped my pants and slid them off before placing my somewhat folded clothes on the dresser.
“Are you going to walk around like that?”
“Why?” I arched a brow at Royal. “Don’t like me in my boxers? I don’t have night clothes. It’s either this or me wearing nothing at all. You choose.”
He rolled his eyes.
“Are you mad at me?” I asked, stepping closer to him.
“No.” Royal rubbed at his left temple and took a deep breath. “It’s just been a stressful few days. I feel like I’m seeing monsters everywhere. And now, there’s proof someone was here. If something happened to Brysen, I…” He swallowed and shook his head. “But it was probably just some teenagers.”
“I’m sorry I haven’t been around lately.” I sat on the edge of the bed. “I was trying to protect you. Phoenix and his team know a lot about this guy, and we’ve been working our asses off trying to figure out who he is.Wherehe is. I haven’t even visited Aunt Abby since I got the letter. Didn’t want to risk anyone I cared about getting hurt because of me.”
I wanted to move closer to him but didn’t. We were no longer at odds, but there were still things to work out. He wanted to take things slow.
“And now?” Royal tilted his head and leaned it back against the wall, his eyes locked on mine. “Are you going to stay away?”
“I don’t want to.” My pulse quickened as I glanced at his lips. “But I should.”
“No, you shouldn’t.” Royal slid his hand over to rest atop mine. “Honestly, I’d feel better with you around. Not just because I know you’d protect me and Bry if something happened, but also because I don’t like the thought of this psycho after you and you being by yourself. You want to keep me safe…but I want to keep you safe, too.”
With the way I’d broken his heart years ago, he shouldn’t have given two shits about me. Yet, our connection was still strong, whether we wanted it to be or not. We’d been friends before we were lovers, and time hadn’t changed that.
His mouth was an unstoppable force as he leaned over and kissed me. He tasted minty from his toothpaste, but also sweet.
I sighed against him and cupped the back of his head, pulling him closer. His soft lips melded to mine, taking away my reasons for wanting to keep him at a distance.
Royal was scared. I was stressed. But as we kissed, that didn’t matter. I didn’t think about Ameinias or worry about him finding me. I didn’t think of my work or the fucking horrible shit I’d seen. I only thought of Royal and how amazing he felt against me.
The kiss deepened. He gripped my shoulders with both hands and pulled me down with him. I went gladly. I lay my body over his, moving from his mouth down his neck and to his collarbone. His hard cock tented the front of his pajama bottoms, and I reached between us to stroke him through the material.
When we’d dated before, we’d been addicted to sex. Some days when we hadn’t had class, we’d stayed in bed all day, fucking from morning to night with breaks in between. Not just penetration, though. I loved eating his ass, and he loved sucking my cock. We’d explored every inch of each other’s bodies. Countless times. I hadn’t been able to get enough of him.
I still couldn’t.
Royal wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed below my ear as I stroked him. His kisses broke off into soft moans, and the breathy sounds he made in my ear had my cock aching even more.
I slipped my hand beneath the waistband of his pants and slid them down. His cock sprang free, and I wasted no time before taking hold of it and continuing to stroke.
It was already so different compared to the last time we’d fucked. The cold, emotionless barrier was gone. He let me touch him, too, unlike before when he’d slapped my hand away.
Sex should’ve been the last thing on our minds right then. But if felt so right.
I was a man who had trouble expressing my thoughts and feelings. Probably why I’d loved having sex with him so much in the past. It was how I showed him how I truly felt. Eight years without him had been the push I needed to try to be more open, yet, there were still things I could only say with actions.
I missed you. I need you.
I kissed down his chest and lower to his abdomen. Royal wasn’t that muscled, but he was toned and delicious. Even more amazing now than he used to be. His fingers knotted in my hair as I placed a teasing kiss to his inner thigh. I flicked my tongue and lapped at the sensitive area around his groin.
His dick bobbed near my face, just begging to be touched. I was more than happy to oblige.
