Page 26 of Steal Me (Rebel Hearts Heists 1)
“Yeah, you could fucking say that, they make your ass look great, I mean it always looks great but Christ!” He mutters right as I say: “River got them for me.”
“I bet he did.” Blaine shakes his head and walks forward toward the register. There’s a lightness to Blaine that shouldn’t match with his intensity, and yet it’s perfect on him. It just fits who he is.
After our purchases are paid for, we find the two rooms and I immediately drop my things near the bag with my dirty clothes in it. Royce is passed out on one of the beds, two queens in each room, and next door because the door is opened slightly, I can hear Kaden and River turning on the TV as Blaine joins them.
Shower. I need a flippin’ shower.
I remove my boots and grab fresh clothes, walking over to the small but actually fairly nice white tile bathroom. I don’t say this often, but the shower I took? It was amazing. I even used the razor, shampoo, and conditioner Blaine packed in my bag. I’m nearly done with my shower when the door opens and I peek my head out of the shower screen.
“Shit, sorry Sloane.” Royce rumbles sleepily.
“All good,” I squeak as his eyes take in the full scene and he suddenly looks far more awake. Now, I know he can’t completely see me because of the fogged glass, but really, let's be honest here, he can totally see a lot more than I probably think.
“You almost done?” He cocks a brow.
“I can be. Did you need to get in here?” Royce’s shirt is off, which of course, has my entire body lighting up as he fully steps into the doorway. His hair is messy and while he couldn’t have slept more than one or two hours, he looks wide awake right now. Those hard muscles have everything inside of me tightening as his dark green eyes continue to maintain contact when he steps into the room causing my breathing to increase.
“I mean, we could just share it, conserve water and all.” He smirks.
Unintentionally, my tongue darts out to lick my lip and he tracks the movement before letting out a low groan. I stand still, observing him as he walks closer and I grab the glass for support, wondering what he’s going to do. His hand comes up to cup my jaw and his thumb runs over my water droplet covered face and lips. A tremble works its way through me as he makes a low noise from the back of his throat. I jump a little when his hand comes down on the shower knob and the water shuts off, leaving me feeling cold.
Almost in a challenging way, he grabs a towel from the counter and takes a step back. I hold his gaze and decide what the hell, pushing the glass back and stepping out.
I imagine in that second a lot of different things that he could do to me but I think I may have broken Royce a bit. I moan into his lips as he grabs me with an impossibly fast movement and he wedges me onto the counter, my legs naturally wrapping around his waist. His kiss is far more untamed this time and I can feel how much he wants me, and not just because of his ridiculously hard cock pressing against me through those damn sweatpants. His grip tightens as he kisses down my jaw, nipping at the skin, and totally leaving a mark, but I’ll worry about that later.
“Royce,” I mumble as his mouth reaches my chest but then let out a soft moan as his teeth tug on my nipple, causing me to arch my back and grip the counter, feeling completely exposed to his touch and gaze.
The soft sound seems to spur him on and before I know it, the massive man’s shoulders are wedged between my legs, his eyes focusing up on mine. “Sloane …” He rumbles as I shiver and my fingers find their way into his hair.
“Yes?” I practically jump as hot fingers press against my folds and my eyes flutter, realizing just how wet I am. Well, shit. My body feels so needy around these men, and this just makes me feel like I’m on fire. Like I can’t breathe without him touching me.
“Tell me I can taste you,” he purrs, his grip tightening on my thighs to push them more open. I nod and he doesn’t wait for more, my cry impossible to stop even if I wanted to. My fingers grip his hair harder as he begins to devour my wet center. I’ve never had a man go down on me before and holy shit, have I been missing out. His hot tongue is pushing into me as he nips and sucks at my sensitive skin causing a pulse of energy to travel through me. My clit is practically pulsating with need and when his tongue circles it, I nearly shoot off the fucking counter.
“Holy shit.” I moan out in disbelief. Before Kaden and now Royce, my orgasms from anything besides a vibrator were … lacking to say the least. My legs tighten as he just pushes them further apart against his devouring and wild mouth. I know I’ll have bruises on my thighs and I love that. I cry out his name as I let my head fall back, his lips closing over my clit and sucking hard.
My climax blasts out of fucking nowhere and all of the pent-up sexual energy I’ve been feeling since Kaden, explodes through me. Molten hot pleasure seeps through every single one of my pores and I gasp out a breathy call of his name as he groans, his mouth still on my impossibly wet center.
“Sloane …” Royce groans again, pulling back. “You taste so fucking amazing, princess.” Princess, you say? You know, with Blaine calling me Honey Bunny and Royce calling me Princess, I’m feeling the need to show them I can be a bit tough.
“Wow,” I murmur and as he stands up, his lips press along my jaw. “You know that’s the first time anyone has ever … you know, gone down on me.”
Royce’s eyes darken as he pulls back to examine my face. “Really?”
“Really,” I mumble, not even able to feel embarrassed at this point.
His chest rumbles as he presses another kiss to my lips and then he pulls back. “Get dressed and come back into the room, I’m going to try to get some more sleep.”
“I thought you needed something in here?” I frown.
He offers me a smirk. “Nope, I got all I needed.”
Now how do I get that to happen at least once a day for like … forever?
The door closes and I blink, looking at the steamed mirror. My hand runs over the slight bruising of a hickey on my neck and I instantly think about what Kaden will think. Or River. Hell, maybe Blaine? Suddenly, my insecurities come roaring back and I have to practically grip the counter to breathe through the anxiety.
What the actual fuck am I doing? I don’t know any of them and yet I’ve let one finger fuck me, the other sleep next to me after he kissed me breathless, and just now Royce ate me out on the counter of a motel bathroom. I need to slow this train down. This isn’t something that can be just ‘fun,’ I can feel it in my bones. Ha! As if I could have some casual fling with my kidnappers.
No, in true Sloane fashion, I’m getting myself in way deeper than I can handle. I swallow down panic and my hands shake as I get ready. Hell, I know River said that he doesn’t want to kill me anymore but there are a lot of other options and I’m sorry if it's hard to trust a sudden change like that. For all I know, any of these guys could have girlfriends back at UCLA. Fuck, they could literally be married and I wouldn’t know. I don’t think they are, but still. What am I doing? Playing house? Pretending like this is somehow going to become some epic love story?
This is exactly the reason I stayed with Pierce for so long. I believed in the fairytale enough that I could overlook his emotionally abusive bullshit. I’m idealizing his situation too and it has to stop now. It has to. I put my hair into two French braids and get dressed in leggings and an oversized hoodie.
Now to figure out how to distance myself from this shit.
