Page 58 of Steal Me (Rebel Hearts Heists 1)
She collapses with her head on my chest and I relish this feeling, this closeness as I surround her waist with my arms.
“God that was …” She murmurs with her lips against my skin, not even attempting to climb off of me as we’re still joined.
I’m surprised when I realize that I’m in no rush to move, that being inside of her, having her this close to me is the happiest I’ve ever felt, even after the immediate high of my orgasm beginning to slowly ebb away.
Eventually, Sloane begins to move off of me and I let her go with a disappointed groan. “Sorry, you messed with my G-spot and now I’m dying to pee.” I’m about to tease her when I look down at my feet and notice the pink nail polish on my toes.
I begin chuckling at how I actually like it because she put it there.
God, I’m fucking hopeless when it comes to this woman.
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Sloane
Everybody is getting restless: we still have weeks before the wedding in Monte Carlo and the brothers are reluctant to make contact with Blaine’s mother until we’ve left the country because of the police alert. I see how much stress this situation causes them, especially for Blaine, who’s quieter than usual. Until we get fake passports, we can’t make any travel arrangements and Royce is often pacing in his study like a caged animal. This is how Kaden and I find him when we finally emerge from his bedroom, when lunch time has come and gone.
“Let me go talk to him, baby. I don’t know why my buddy is taking so long with those passports. I keep checking with him but he hasn’t picked up the phone.”
I don’t miss the worry in Kaden’s tone and a pang of guilt twists my insides: we’re in this situation because of me. The guys got identified as the masked Avengers because Pierce was stalking me. If Kaden hadn’t taken me, they’d already be in Monte Carlo without having to hide. They’d be free to go and finish this thing once and for all.
“Honey bunny, would you like a sandwich?” Blaine beckons me into the kitchen, where he’s got all the fixings to make a sandwich and I nod gratefully, stopping by his side and rising on the tip of my toes to place a soft kiss on his cheek.
He’s freshly shaved and he smells so delicious that I can’t help but surround his waist with my arms and snuggle up to him for a moment. I can see the smile that creeps up on his face and his grey gaze fixed on me, makes my heart beat faster.
“How are you feeling? We really overdid it with that tequila last night and if I feel a bit tender. I can only imagine how you must be, since you’re much smaller than all of us.” Normally a statement like that would irritate the shit out of me, but Blaine doesn’t say it in a condescending tone and his gaze is warm and full of genuine concern. I shrug and explain that I got some painkillers in the middle of the night and that did the trick.
Also the endorphins from the sex with Kaden are still raging through my system but I don’t think he’d appreciate that kind of comment, so I keep it to myself. When it comes to this thing between us all, we’re still very much wading through uncharted waters.
Blaine hands me a plate with a turkey sandwich and begins to make one for himself. I don’t even manage to step away from the kitchen counter when a tattooed hand snatches one half of the sandwich off the plate. River takes a giant bite and moans his approval, winking at me when Blaine scolds him.
“Hey, dude! Some manners for fuck’s sake! If you want a sandwich, you can make yourself one, or since I’m making some more, you could ask nicely and try your luck with me! Sloane doesn’t need to have her portions halved, she’s looking thinner lately, so she needs to eat.” The way he says it is sweet and full of concern for my well-being, a world away from the remarks I used to get from Pierce, who was always commenting on me having to watch my weight and would always imply that I would get fat the minute I stopped training with the cheer team.
River looks completely unperturbed by Blaine’s scolding and leans against the kitchen island with a smirk on his face. “Well it’s almost three pm and no one was making anything to eat until Sloane and Kaden got up, so forgive me but I’m fucking starving.”
Blaine’s eye roll is funny rather than intimidating. “Last time I checked, there isn’t a lock on the fridge. No one kept you from fixing your own damn breakfast, bro.”
“Nah. You know I suck at cooking. And you guys buy all this fancy shit, not one box of Lucky Charms in sight or a frozen burrito.”
Blaine shakes his head, exasperated. “As you can see, there’s stuff to make sandwiches and if you bothered to look, you’d see that we have cereal.”
River won’t concede. “Yeah but you buy all this whole grain, no sugar added shit. Not for me.”
Blaine shakes his head. “I’ve no idea how you manage to stay in shape, dude. You eat so much junk.”
I follow Blaine’s gaze and I can’t help but gawk at how hot River looks: he’s wearing a pair of low rise jeans and a white, distressed cotton, long sleeved shirt that is all open except for three buttons and offers a sneak peak of River’s chiseled, tattooed chest. His dirty blond hair is slightly tousled but somehow makes him look even better: how can his hair look so perfect when River cut his bun with a sharp blade? If I did that, I’d look like my dolls used to when I tried to play hairdresser as a child. He looks like one of those Instagram male models.
My eyes skim down to his bare feet and I smile when I notice that he’s still rocking the pink nail polish from last night. His smile widens.
“Like what you see, kitten?” It’s a low drawl, his hazel eyes fixed onto mine, pulling me to him like a magnet. Blaine takes two plates to Royce and Blaine in the study, leaving me and River alone in the kitchen. We finish eating standing up side by side, looking at each other as if we were perusing dessert. I take River’s empty plate and put it into the lower shelf of the dishwasher, bending down in the process.
Smack!
It’s not painful, just loud and I turn to look at River with mock outrage. “Did you just spank me?”
His smile makes a swarm of butterflies flutter their wings in my stomach and makes my knees feel weak. “No, it was more of a tap. I couldn’t resist, Sloane.You have such a fantastic ass.”
I feign outrage and walk toward the patio door: last night’s rain is only a distant memory and being December, the sun is beginning to set, even though it’s barely past three pm. I can’t help but look for footprints on the sand, and I feel relieved when I don’t find any. I don’t know what would be worse: if Pierce had really been here, or the fact that I seem to see him everywhere. In my thoughts, in my dreams and now apparently even outside at night. I really hope it’s just my imagination, because just the idea of being even in the same county with him makes me feel unsafe. But everything outside looks beautifully wild and unspoiled, so I take a deep breath and I tell myself to stop being paranoid.
