Page 36 of Steal Me (Rebel Hearts Heists 1)
“Honey bunny,” he cooes as I shake my head trying to tug myself away from him. Instead, the strong bastard lifts me up and wraps my legs around his hips so I am looking down at him as he is holding me up under my butt. I try to not wiggle at how good his rough hands feel on my ass.
“Blaine …” I mumble, feeling somewhat alone despite the others being just feet away on the other side of the car.
“Hey,” he whispers, taking my chin and forcing me to look at him. “I can only speak for myself, but I won’t get rid of you Sloane. I don’t care what’s going on here or how complicated it gets. But I’m not going to let you back away either.”
“I don’t think it can get that much more …” I was wrong because the moment Blaine dips his lips down to mine, I feel almost intoxicated and pulled under by darkness. By that lethal intensity, that shy quietness Blaine has. A low rumble breaks from his throat as he pulls back from the soft kiss and examines my face. I shiver under the feel of his hands and I tilt my head back so that he can kiss me again, his lips devouring me at a slow, passionate pace that has my center throbbing with heat.
This is bad.
I literally just said to take a break. I moan against his lips and a slight clearing of a throat has Blaine smiling and pulling back, my head turning to find all three of them standing there. An array of different emotions cover their faces but the one thing I don’t see? Anger. Maybe jealousy and frustration, but not anger.
I try to speak but all of a sudden, a sound in the distance has me snapping my head to the side. An undercover car, flashes on its light and all of us swear in unison .
“In the car, now!” Royce orders and I’ve never moved faster in my fucking life. I turn on my knees to watch the car approach, but we’re already flying down the highway. I swear as it increases speed and Blaine snaps a seat belt around me. My breathing quickens as adrenaline soars through me.
Well apparently, my life now consists of high speed chases. Fun shit.
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Royce
“Sloane, princess, duck your head.” I demand in a steady voice as I hit the acceleration. Blaine pulls her into his side as River begins shouting directions from the Sat-Nav he has.
Kaden’s eyes are on the police radar we have turned on. This is what I get for getting fucking distracted and for letting my control go. The highway is level with the other streets and as we approach a train track, I see a massive train barreling toward us so I break through the barrier. I speed up and wish for the fucking best, as we pass it and the train barrels behind us. Instantly, I shut my lights and turn down a small side road paved with gravel.
That was someFinal Destinationkinda shit!
Fuck!
All of us seem to take a steadying breath as I shake my head, running a hand through my hair. I turn to look back at a wide eyed Sloane, her eyes surprised but her entire demeanor serious. That’s one element I don’t understand about Sloane. She’s emotional, no doubt, and it’s something that I actually love because, hell, I would be screwed when it comes to her if she was also difficult to read emotionally. But when it comes to serious situations like this? She’s able to shut it down. It makes me furious to imagine where that coping mechanism might come from.
The freight train is now a retreating object in our distance as I begin traveling down the small road. River is telling me to take a left in about seven miles. Other than that, the five of us are wrapped in a dark silence that’s only enhanced by the dark, desolate backroad we’re taking. All we have to do is make it at least to Oregon, we all need a good night's sleep.
Then I’ll deal with the emotions I have raging through me.
I mean shit. What the hell am I supposed to think about what Sloane said? I mean she isn’t wrong. This hasn’t been an equal relationship and me trying to make her choose was essentially making her feel like she was always in danger of us turning her in or offing her. It isn’t like that though. Not anymore. It just seems that none of us has made that clear.
The truth? Sloane is probably far more in charge of this situation than I am. Sure, I’m in charge of where we’re going next but if she even hinted at wanting to go elsewhere, I would change course. I can’t stop thinking about this woman and if anyone is being held prisoner, I am. I mean, shit, who could actually consider what I am?
Sure, the concept of sharing her with Blaine has never bothered me. But River? Kaden? It pisses me the fuck off. Does it piss me off enough to drop her? To pretend like I’m not falling down this deep, never ending hole that is Sloane? No. It fucking isn’t. I nearly groan thinking about the soft sounds she made when I was between her legs. I wanted to bury myself so deep inside of her that I was branding her. Wholly and completely.
So where does that leave me? I guess I have to figure out how the rest of the guys feel about this. She’s curled up on Blaine’s lap, her dark hair spread over her shoulders as the midnight tone of her new hair color reflects on it like dark blue water. Fuck she’s beautiful. I feel terrible that she had a panic attack earlier. I never want to see her stunning face that pale or panicked again. The worst part? I have no fucking idea how to avoid it.
I feel even worse that she had the panic attack because she and River had unprotected sex. That part infuriates me for several reasons. The logical one being that it put her in danger because a child would complicate shit. The second, because of a grossly archaic reason that has no room in my life, not right now. The simple fact is that if she’s going to have a kid, I don’t want her to have River’s kid. I want that kid to be mine.
I groan loudly, not giving a fuck if they hear me, as I realize just how far down that hole I’ve fallen. What the fuck is going on with me? Maybe it’s just something about Sloane that inspires obsession? I mean the woman is absolutely stunning, brilliant, soft when she needs to be but a little spitfire when time calls for it. I shake my head realizing that I’m falling for Sloane and that’s really fucking dangerous, considering our situation.
“You okay?” Sloane asks quietly and I nod, looking back at her.
“I’m fine, princess, I just want to get the fuck out of California.”
I know we have about three hours on the highway until Oregon, and taking back roads is going to extend that. At some point, I stop at this tiny, one pump gas station and when Sloane walks back out she offers me a small smile. My entire body hardens from where I lean against the car. Her lithe body is covered in comfortable clothes and I have the sudden urge to rip them off of her and bend her over the front of the SUV to fuck her senseless.
“Hey …” She whispers, her cheeks tinting with pink as she tucks her elegant hands into her hoodie, to avoid touching me, if I have to guess. I hate that she feels like she has to be cautious around us. So of course, I haul her ass over against me so that she’s plastered to my chest and instantly she melts into me, her eyelashes closing as she runs a hand over my chest. Why does this feel so perfect? So natural?
“I’m sorry about earlier,” I mumble. “I’m not good at not being in control of situations, and this, whatever is happening between the five of us, is out of my control. I didn’t mean to make you panic though, and I sure as hell didn’t mean to make you think that your life hinges on whether or not I want you.”
Sloane’s eyes widen and tears fill them making panic strike through me. Ah, what the fuck did I do now? Her voice is quiet, just a breath above a whisper. “Really?”
