Page 45 of Steal Me (Rebel Hearts Heists 1)
Chapter 17
Motives
Pierce
My motel room is in a state of chaos. I’m fucking furious. Livid. That bitch. That fucking whore. I’ll show her. I’ll kill all four of them in front of her before fucking her in their blood and slitting her throat. I can feel myself losing my grip on my surroundings so I grab the bed sheets, my nails biting into my skin as a ragged breath comes from my mouth.
Only moments ago, I was watching the fucking news and drinking coffee, packing up from last night. Only moments ago, I was nearly ready to stroke my cock to the idea of Sloane on her knees begging for mercy. Not now. Now, I’m ready to burn down this entire state.
I was curious how they had managed to fucking escape from California burying their trail like trained professionals but now it makes so much goddamn sense. Agent fucking Vance was working with them. I knew the fucker looked vaguely familiar but now I remember him perfectly. I’ve never seen such a straight laced fucker in my life. I bet Sloane is eating that shit up. I bet she’s fucking all four of them.
Just to spite me. Just to make me angry enough to choke her out. Bitch enjoyed that shit.
My boss called me instructing me to pull back. To not cross into Oregon state. To give them space for a week for Agent Vance to do his work. Except, I’m not stupid. I know he won’t be helping me, especially if he’s fucking Sloane on the regular, and wants to keep her to himself.
Their names pop up on the screen again and I roar out my frustration, hitting all my papers off the table nearby, crashing the decorative vase onto the floor. I look toward the bed and unzip my larger suitcase again, pulling out the only thing that will make me feel better. I toss the life like figure onto the table and unbuckle my jeans, stroking my already hard cock. I rub some lube on my erection and narrow my eyes on the near perfect replica of the bitch in front of me before pressing my cock against the soft center of the sex doll. She looks exactly like her. Like my Sloane. Instantly, I groan grabbing its almost skinlike neck in such a tight grip I almost feel like I will pop its fucking head off. Still wouldn’t be good enough.
I begin to ram into the doll on the table, putting every ounce of my frustration and fury into it. I leave marks on the doll with my hands, indenting the delicate material. I can feel my cock ripping the fake pussy and I flip the doll over slamming into its tight back door while screaming what a whore she is. I’ll show her. I’ll fucking kill her, slit her throat while fucking her ass like the whore she is.
After only a minute I come, releasing into the doll and grunting. A euphoric high settles over me and after a moment I pull out knowing exactly what I’m going to fucking do. I’m going to cross that border and find them. Agent Vance will be dead so he won’t know the difference between a week or not anyway. I thrust into the doll once again, already getting hard.
A few more minutes won’t ruin my plans …
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Sloane
Note to self: never ever have sex again. Ever.
Of course, I’m joking because now that I have experienced fantastic fucking sex I’m not going to give it up. This is our own damn fault yet somehow I’m the one dying. Yes, dying. No I’m not being dramatic. Maybe … alright a bit dramatic.
I am currently curled up with my head in Blaine’s lap, a fuzzy blanket from Walgreens wrapped around me like a burrito. His fingers are combing through my hair and I wince feeling another cramp that has me believing once again that I’m dying.
“You’re not dying,” Blaine grins which makes me scowl. His soothing pattern on my hair honestly has me feeling a lot better. It didn’t take away the pain but when you’ve gone this long without physical comfort? Yeah, it makes a difference.
“Stop reading my mind,” I accuse narrowing my gaze at his melted silver gaze.
“How are you feeling?” Kaden asks, turning in the passenger seat and offering me a heartbreaking expression that has me softening immediately. What? Alright, so I’m feeling a bit pampered and doted on. I’m not about to tell these big muscular men to stop being adorable. But I couldn’t have predicted this.
I’ve never tried Plan B, but let me tell you, the side effects? Very much in effect. I have never felt so nauseous in my life and it feels as though someone keeps punching me in the stomach. My eyes are half shut but I can’t fall asleep because of the headache and dizziness. Fun right? I have the unfortunate luck of experiencing the possible side effects to their full extent.
I started feeling crappy about half an hour on the road and nearly fifteen minutes later I am wrapped in a blanket cursing ever having sex to begin with. Kaden to his credit is trying to not laugh at Royce or River but to be fair I am finding it difficult not to as well. Mostly because they should be listed as the textbook definition of an overreaction. It’s rather endearing if I am being honest.
Royce keeps looking back at me and he’s asked me several times if there’s anything I need. Water? Food? Honestly, I could probably ask for anything and he would find a way. Maybe I should ask for ice cream or something. My stomach clenches at that. Nope, no ice cream. His tight jaw and the dip of his brow is refusing to go away despite me assuring him that I am not actually dying. Just sort of dying.
Then there is River. The man is sitting with my legs in his lap and he keeps casting me guilty looks as if this was completely his fault. Everytime I wince he starts fussing with my blanket as if that is somehow going to fix this. I’m waiting for him to finally give into the urge to haul me into his lap because, make no mistake, that’s exactly what he wants to do. I have learned a lot about these men in the time we’ve been on the road together and their actions and reactions are becoming familiar to me. Despite River being a bit crazy, a lot of crazy, I can predict his actions to a certain extent and right now his fingers are twitching to grab me.
I try sitting up slightly, wincing as I take a drink of water and feeling like I’m on my period but a million times worse. Even on my period I don’t get cramps this bad. This is a special type of hell. Alright, that was dramatic. I really don’t think everyone experiences these side effects this bad but honestly I have no idea. I don’t exactly have a lot of girlfriends I could text and ask, nor my sister. I promise myself that if this craziness ever ends and Pierce is no longer a problem, I’ll reconnect with my family. More specifically my sister.
I squeak as River pulls me onto his lap in response to my wince and tucks my head under his chin, surrounding me with the blanket in a cocoon. Didn’t I tell you he wanted to do this?
“River …” Blaine chuckles shaking his head.
“Don’t!” He growls and leans down to rub his nose against mine before looking back up, daring someone to say anything. So I snuggle against his neck and sigh feeling far, far better than before.
Apparently, the drive to their place is nearly five to six hours from where we’ve been. As we cruise along the coast, my eyes trace the expanse of water. The calm sea and the cloudy sky make me feel as though this is the lull before the storm. The eye of the hurricane. Everything is so calm. River’s delicious citrus scent has my eyes closing and before I know it, I am drifting into sleep despite the steady pulse of cramps in my abdomen.
I stood in our kitchen, a glass of wine on the counter, as I flipped through the large cookbook that my mother had purchased me for our engagement party. My obnoxiously large ring sat on my finger like a crushing weight. It was actually a bit large on me but it was hard to have an appetite when every time I ate something, Pierce commented about me keeping my figure and how he was glad I was so skinny compared to other women.
