Page 19 of Keep Me (Rebel Hearts Heists 2)
“Just not interested in talking to you,” I admit, and my eyes nearly widen at my own response. Damn Sloane. Where did that come from? I mean it’s true but normally I’m not exactly one to say shit like that.
The man’s jaw clenches. “No need to be a bitch.”
Then a familiar scent wraps around me and I lean back slightly, Royce’s voice is hard. “What the fuck did you just call her?”
Ah. This is bad. I turn into Royce and offer him a concerned look. He’s furious as he glares at the man. I whisper, “Let’s just go upstairs. This was a bad idea—”
“I said she is a bitch.” The man chuckles. Is he drunk, crazy or both? I mean has he seen the murderous look in Royce’s eyes? Or hell, how fucking huge he is?
Royce vibrates with tension so I do the only thing I can guess will calm him down. I go up on my toes and whisper that I need him. Need to go upstairs. Need to literally go anywhere but here. With a sharp inhale he looks down at me, his eyes darkening before he tosses a few bills to the table attendants and grabs my elbow lightly, leading me out of the casino despite the man calling after us.
“Royce,” I mumble as he passes the elevators in the main lobby and I try to jog with him, keeping up as we round three corners. I run the hell into him when he stops suddenly, turning into an empty hallway and slamming me up against the wall, his lips sealing to mine in a searing hot kiss. I moan into his mouth at the unexpected kiss and shiver at his large hands gripping my neck and waist.
“I hate that we decided you would be Blaine’s ‘girlfriend’—it’s fucking ridiculous,” he hisses as my eyes flutter with how hard he is. “You’re mine and I don’t like not being able to touch what’s fucking mine, Sloane.”Oh, sweet Christ.
I let out a soft sound and he dips his lips back down, the ravaging kiss deepening and making my skin break out into chills. I whimper, letting out a moan, as he slides his rough hand up my smooth leg hitching it around his waist so that my dress pools at my hips. I pant as he pulls on my bottom lip before slipping his fingers inside of my lace panties, rubbing my clit in slow, torturous movements.
“Fuck.” I pant.
“That is exactly what I’m going to fucking do to you,” he growls, and I squeak as he spins me, my breasts pressing against the hotel wall. I know it’s late but shit, we’re literally in a hallway of the hotel, where anyone could walk by and see us.Yeah, that did nothing to reduce how fucking turned on I am.I whimper as he kneels down, his hands tugging down my thong and then pressing to my back so I arch, my center meeting his waiting mouth. I let out a small cry as he sucks on my clit, my wet heat being devoured by him making my knees nearly weak.
“I can’t wait any longer,” he groans and I grip the wall or try to as I feel his massive length press right against my center. I let out a soundless scream as he slides in, his hand wrapping around my throat while the other begins to strum my clit like a fucking instrument. My eyes roll back slightly as he begins to slam into me at a deep, reckless pace. I can feel his anger, frustration, jealousy, possessiveness, and lust as he takes it all out on me. I cry out his name as he growls, biting down and sucking on my neck, going balls deep each and every time. I want to say it’s too much but the only thing that comes out of my mouth is a moan. Lots of fucking moans, actually.
“Fuck Sloane,” he snarls. “Baby, I’m fucking crazy about you. I need you to tell me that you aren’t going to leave.” I barely catch what he’s saying but when I do, I moan as he quickens his pace and I meet his eyes, turning slightly as he slams a kiss to my lips. Why the fuck would I ever leave this man?
“Tell me,” he demands softly, his cock fully sheathed inside me as my body trembles at how full I am. “Tell me that when all of this is over you won’t leave me. You won’t leave us.”
Shit. I kiss him deeply and then breathe out, “I won’t leave, Royce. Of course, I won’t leave—holy shit!” Apparently, I said the right fucking thing because I begin to get fucked into the wall. No literally, into the motherfucking wall. I gasp as my climax draws closer and his thrusts become shorter and harder.
Then I explode on his cock. He growls my name and I cry out his, my eyes fluttering shut as I feel him fill me completely, his cum dripping down the inside of my thigh. My knees tremble as both of our breathing goes ragged, his arms like bands of steel holding me up. I barely hear his sweet words as he pulls up my panties and fixes my dress. I swallow, trying to understand why he was so worried about me leaving, I turn to ask him but his lips seal to mine automatically.
“I’m crazy about you Sloane,” he mumbles, his eyes filling with a warm, liquid heat.
“Royce.” My breath catches on what I want to say. What I know to be true. I should just tell him how I feel …
A throat being cleared has both of us snapping our heads to the side and I blush finding Blaine there looking a bit more sober with a goofy grin on his face. Instead of moving, I relax into Royce and Blaine walks closer, dropping a kiss to my lips.
“I’m ready for bed,” I mutter as Royce easily lifts me as Blaine hums some kind of tune under his breath, taking us toward a large empty hallway of elevators. I couldn’t tell you exactly when I fell asleep but it was sometime between entering the elevator and the third floor.
I’m so exhausted I almost forgot about Riv’s bed smelling like perfume.Almost.
* * *
Royce
My heart is still pumping a million miles an hour from screwing Sloane up against the hallway wall and unlike her, I’m wide awake. Although I’m glad she’s sleeping, she needs it. And it stops me from taking her again. Because I’m still fucking turned on and frustrated as hell, her pussy being about the only thing that seems to moderately calm me down. I swallow, looking down at her beautiful face.I almost told her.
I was a moment away from telling her that I love her.
I can’t even be annoyed with Blaine for interrupting us or getting drunk. The guy is slumped against the elevator wall watching Sloane and looking depressed as hell. I know that this entire situation really tears him up and his mom being such a bitch doesn’t help in the least. I don’t trust her at all and I don’t think it even needs to be said that I don’t trust the asshole causing all of these problems.
“I need to apologize to her for getting drunk,” Blaine mutters.
“I don’t think she was mad at you,” I offer.
“Still.” Blaine leans forward brushing her hair away from her face. “I don’t want her to have any reason to—”
“Leave?” I offer quietly. Yeah. To say my brother and I deal with subconscious and not so subconscious abandonment issues is the understatement of the century. They’ve never come forth like this but the idea of her leaving us once all of this is over has been a constant worry pounding in the back of my head like a warning. I don’t want her leaving. I want to tie her to us. Would it even be possible to have a three-person marriage? Hell, even five people at this point. Whatever the woman wants … alright, I may have drunk too much tonight. But it doesn’t change how I feel.
