Page 29 of Keep Me (Rebel Hearts Heists 2)
Late Night Confessions
Sloane
I’m never going to not tease them about that moment. I nearly bust a gut laughing silently underwater as I heard them despite it being a bit hard to understand. Then River kissed Kaden! I fucking died. No literally, tears are still welling in my eyes as they both get out of the tub to go outside.
“You are going to get that giggle fucked out of you later,” River warns, groaning at his hard on. I smirk leaning against the vanity in a robe as they both leave, Kaden kissing my forehead and muttering, “I’m gonna kill him.” I honestly can’t help but feel special that they did something that insane to keep me protected.
… because they love me.
I think in the moment it didn’t hit me as hard because, well frankly, I was being fucked. But my eyes tear up hearing them directing Alicia from the suite as I feel my chest squeeze. I love them. It has been said in the simplest, most direct way and while we were together. Somehow that makes it feel more special because I think it symbolizes that maybe this is going to truly be long term. Could that be a thing?
For obvious reasons, I’ve always imagined my future as blank after Pierce … but what if it could be the five of us. Together. I rub my chest thinking about living together like we are now. Long, relaxed days together and even longer nights. Watching River get ridiculously into the holidays, because you know he’s just that type. Christ, if we ever have kids … that’s another concept I never entertained with Pierce. I never wanted a kid to be born into that situation with him. Born to a father who was fucking insane. I can imagine Kaden being an amazing father, showing up for every single sports game or music recital. I can imagine Blaine and I out at lunch, finding time to see each other in between the work day … well, that and for a quickie in our car like teenagers. Hell, I can for sure see myself wrapped up in Royce’s arms on a cooler fall night in our backyard as the others sit around a bonfire relaxing. Enjoying our life. Tears fall down my face as I realize just how fucking clearly I can see it. Damn it. I want it so much more than I expected and I can’t help the hope that surges through me.
Drying my hair, I brush it out and then sneak over to the door pressing my ear to it. When I don’t hear anything, I walk into the master suite and over to my bag. Rummaging through it, I pull out a silky pair of shorts and a tank. I crawl into bed and my eyes begin closing before I even have a moment to think about it. I should have figured that the first time sleeping alone in a bit I’d have nightmares.
Immediately, I knew this wasn’t a memory because I didn’t recognize where I was. I swallowed, shivering as a cool icy wind brushed over my skin, eyes staring at me from every corner of the room. Echoes suddenly started playing in my ear like a soundtrack of Pierce making fun of me or saying mean shit. I could feel tears well in my eyes and I tried covering my ears, not wanting to hear him. Not wanting to hear how useless I was. Not wanting to hear how I wasn’t good enough. Not wanting to hear any of his opinions, but the more I tried to stop listening, the louder they became. My knees broke and I knelt on a cold surface, my head pulsating and my eyes dripping with tears as I felt hands begin to poke and prod at me. They would grip and pull and when I finally let a small scream build in my throat, one wrapped around my neck tight enough that it had me inhaling sharply for air. I reached up trying to remove the phantom hands but they grew stronger and I felt the floor fall beneath me. Pierce’s voice echoed right in my ear as the pressure released and I was falling
I had no idea how long I fell for, like Alice falling down a rabbit hole, I eventually slowed and when my feet touched a warm surface I realized it was carpet. I breathed a sigh of relief and my eyes closed, collapsing down into the warmth as the crackling of a fireplace surfaced nearby. It felt warm, large arms closed around me and my skin heated feeling as though I was not only protected but loved.
I wasn’t positive when the tone of the dream went from nightmare to something so completely different. I let out a small sound as the hand behind me ran down my waist and lips traced my neck, nipping at the skin there. A soft moan filtered from my mouth as I arched back wanting to feel the hard body behind me further. Almost immediately, their grip tightened and I heard my name whisper like a prayer through the space.
“Sloane, wake up.” The voice was soft with a dark demand to it.
Wake up?
The kisses along my neck stopped as a scowl slipped on my face, my consciousness slowly awakening.
“Blaine?” I whisper finding myself pulled tightly against Blaine, his eyes intense with heat and concern. What an odd combination. He rolls us so that I’m underneath him in the dark of the hotel suite, my face wet with tears but my body heated like someone seared my skin with embers.
“I came back and you were in the middle of a nightmare,” he explains softly as I squirm slightly, my breathing hitched and face flushed.
“It was such a weird dream,” I mumble and shake my head. “I think you stopped it though.”
His forehead presses against mine as I melt into the bed, loving the weight of him over me. I can’t help how turned on I am though, my center is tightening and my pussy grows impossibly wet. A small whimper breaks from my throat as Blaine draws back slightly, his lips tilting into a smile.
“What’s wrong, Honey Bunny?” he teases, nipping my bottom lip.
“Nothing’s wrong.” I shiver as he rocks against my center that is only separated from him by the silk of my shorts. I squeak realizing that he’s naked. Oh man, if Blaine starts sleeping naked I’m so screwed … literally. My hands greedily run over his abs and muscles and it’s his turn to groan as I wiggle against him further trying to get him to be the one that breaks.
“Keep moving like that and you’re going to get exactly what you’re asking for,” he growls softly.
“Good,” I whisper as his lips brush mine.
I think that was all the encouragement the man needed, because I’m flipped easily as I arch my back, his hands pulling my hips so my ass presses right against his hard dick. He tugs down the silk and poises himself right at my entrance, pushing in as I let out a soft moan.
“Fuck you did want this, Sloane, you are fucking drenched.” He growls in approval.
“Told you.” I whimper as his hand tightens around my hair making me break out in shivers.
Blaine’s pace is tortuously slow but it feels amazing as his cock hits places in me that I didn’t even fucking realize existed. Fuck. Sex with him is so unpredictable, like in the dressing room compared to this slow, deep pace now—it’s day and night. Both amazing though and I moan out his name, his pace slow and steady, like a deep fucking tissue massage that has me growing even more wet, my climax slowly building as I feel his fingers on my breasts and then my clit, causing my eyes to flutter shut. He’s taking his time with me and I can feel his lips on every part of my back and neck as he smooths his rough hand along my ass.
This feels like … well, shit it feels like he’s making love to me. Worshipping every inch of my body, especially when he flips me so that he’s caging me, his hips still working their slow, deep pace as I feel my skin flush, his gaze completely taking over my vision.
“Blaine.” I feel my body clench. “Please move faster.”
He runs his nose along my neck, nipping my collar bone in response as he speaks, “I don’t want to miss a moment of this, Sloane. You are so fucking beautiful, I could spend all day inside of you and it wouldn’t be enough.”
My eyes tear up as pleasure rolls through me and I bite my nails into his shoulders. “Blaine, I—” I pause because I know this could either enhance or ruin the moment but I fucking go for it because something tells me that now is the time to get this shit out in the open before the insanity of this situation takes over. None of us knows what’s going to happen or how this is going to end.
