Page 38 of Steal Me (Rebel Hearts Heists 1)
“We were hoping to book a cabin,” Sloane states, her eager excitement pretty damn believable. Probably because it’s authentic. Have I mentioned that’s another thing that I love about her? I mean another thing Ilikeabout her. Fuck. This is getting so screwy.
“Of course, do you want the deluxe or standard?” She asks tilting her head.
“Deluxe,” I state as her eyes sparkle and she tells me the total for three nights which is their minimum stay. I offer her cash and she seems even happier, giving us a brand new set of keys, probably giving us their best cabin if I have to guess. I walk Sloane out of the building and I drive the five of us toward the large cabin at the bend of the road that’s actually pretty fucking big, affording us privacy.
“This is so cool …” Sloane mumbles as Blaine smiles at her excitement. River and Kaden help us unload and as I walk in the house last, I make sure to lock the door behind us. I drop the bags and take in the lay of the land on the two story cabin.
The main floor is hardwood floors and decorated with unique rugs, and the furniture is leather, highlighting the large stone fireplace. The bay of windows facing the lake is near the large dining room table and kitchen, casting light throughout the entire space. A balcony and a dock are outside on the crystal clear lake waiting to be used. I have no idea how many bedrooms this place has but if I have to guess, one upstairs and two downstairs. It doesn’t really matter because it seems that we aren’t sleeping there.
Sloane curls up on the leather sectional and River follows, stretching out on the chaise as Kaden lies out on the floor, his fingers rubbing her ankle that is stretched over the side. Even my brother lies down so that his head is resting on her hip. I sigh, shaking my head at the absurdity of this but also happy that it seems like the heightened drama is over and done for the night. We’re one step closer to being at the safe house.
I kick off my shoes and tug off my sweater, leaving me in a t-shirt before moving to Sloane’s other side, lounging back into the comfortable couch. The scene is so damn domestic, all of it, my last thought is that this is somehow going to work out. That somehow this odd group of us is going to be just fine.
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Sloane
When I wake up, I’m in a very comfortable bed with two hard bodies on either side of me. I inhale and instantly know that my face is buried in Blaine’s chest and Royce is behind me, his hand gripping my hip and his cock hard against my ass. I open my eyes into the darkness of the room and the house seems quiet, the curtains drawn and I feel a bit disoriented but not enough to stop wiggling against Royce.
“Princess …”
Royce groans as my nails draw up Blaine’s chest and his body hardens against mine. Suddenly, all my pent up sexual need from the drama of the day before hits me and I can’t help but want to show them just how much I’m not a fan of choosing.
Royce’s hand skims across my hoodie and under it to my bare waist, my smooth bare legs entangle with Blaine as I pull him closer, a small rumble telling me that he’s waking up. I have no idea why I am in just a pair of boyshorts and a hoodie but I’m not going to complain about it. I nudge back further against Royce as a pair of lips meet mine. Blaine’s.
Kissing Blaine is like a slow moving wildfire, it’s intense and searing but not rushed. I whimper against his lips as Royce groans and slides his hands up my hoodie so that he slips it off, only disrupting our kiss momentarily. I whimper again as his blazing hot, soft lips meet my neck and his hands start playing over my hardening nipples. Blaine’s cock is nestled between us as Royce grows impossibly harder, somehow. I’m a flushed, panting mess as Royce begins to leave kisses and bite marks on my skin and Blaine’s fingers are sliding over my thighs and pressing against my underwear covered center, a moan escaping into the quiet space.
“Fuck!” Blaine groans. “I can feel how wet you are.”
“Please,” I whisper as Royce’s fingers skim under my boy shorts and pull them down my long legs, leaving me completely bare between their boxer clad bodies. I whimper as Blaine sucks on my neck causing my entire body to break out in chills.
“Please what?”
Royce asks, his voice husky. “What do you need?”
I feel a blush hit my cheeks but moan against Blaine’s lips as Royce slides a finger inside of me and his brother begins to circle my clit gently but with enough pressure that I can feel my core clench around Royce’s fingers. I feel my nails dig into Blaine’s chest as he groans and slides down my body, his lips closing over my nipple as Royce’s hot cock presses against my now bare ass, causing me to rock back and forth.
“What do you need, Sloane?” Blaine asks, his voice low and far more dominant than I expected. “You have to ask for it, beautiful.”
Instead of responding I let out a small cry as Royce slips yet another finger inside me with a dark chuckle, making my back arch into him. “I am going to stop, Sloane if you don’t tell me.” Royce urges me softly.
Blaine’s tongue meets my center as his brother continues to finger fuck me from behind, I’m wedged between these two large men as my fingers sink into Blaine’s silky hair. I feel a mini orgasm pulse through me as Blaine sucks on my clit and then pulls away, pressing kisses along my abdomen and working his way up, while Royce’s grip tightens now in my hair. I always feel like I’m on the edge of a climax when these men start touching me and my entire body feels like it’s lit up in flames.
“I think we should stop brother,” Blaine goads as I whimper grabbing onto him.
“Please don’t,” I beg as Royce’s cock replaces his fingers, but instead of going in, he slides between my thighs, coating his cock in my wet heat as I shake with need. Blaine grips my chin and looks at me with a wicked smile.
“Then tell us what you need,” he demands, his grey eyes darkened to the point that they look almost black.
“I need you, both of you,” I admit with a small cry as Royce’s cock presses right against my tight center.
“You heard her.” Blaine chuckles and I squeak as Royce buries his head against my neck and presses into me, making me gasp at just how snug the fit is. Shit. This man is huge. My heart is beating a million miles a fucking hour as Blaine grips my chin harder and forces me to hold his gaze. I moan as his brother buries himself fully inside of me and I feel my body explode in molten heat.
“Goddamn it!” Royce groans, “She’s so fucking tight.”
Blaine offers a wicked smile and presses his lips to mine, kissing me so hard and so passionately that I’d be damned if he didn’t suck the life out of me. I moan as his brother wraps his hand around my neck, pulling me back and forcing me to look up at him. His length is still buried deep inside of me and the intensity of it paired with Blaine’s teasing touches and kisses is driving me absolutely crazy.
“You like this Sloane?” Royce asks, his voice thick as he pulls back out making me whimper before slamming back in with a hard thrust that has me crying out. Blaine’s mouth closes over my nipple as he gently rubs my clit making me feel as though I’m about to explode. “Do you like being between my brother and I as we fuck you? Do you want both of us, princess?”
