Page 30 of Keep Me (Rebel Hearts Heists 2)
“I love you.”
Blaine’s eyes darken as he pulls back examining my face with rapture. Then his lips press to mine at a demanding pace that has me clawing against his back, his length almost overwhelmingly buried so deep inside of me.
“I love you so much, Sloane,” he whispers, his voice rough. “I’ve been wanting to tell you but I’ve never said that to anyone else, not like this.”
Instead of answering I kiss him back, rolling my hips as he groans, his arms shaking with tension. “Sloane, I am trying so fucking hard to take this slow and keep it romantic but if you keep moving like that, I am going to lose it.”
I laugh softly and clasp his face. “I appreciate that, baby, but I am perfectly in love with how you like to fuck me normally.”
His eyes darken as he smirks. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I moan as he pulls back and plunges in harder making my back arch.
“Well I would never want to deny you what you want,” he growls, and then I really get what I fucking asked for. I let out a cry as the man begins to fuck me into the bed, my nails clawing at his back and totally leaving marks. I can feel his teeth marking up my neck and all I can do is expose my neck further as he slides in and out of me with hard, dominating movements.
“You are so big,” I add breathlessly because, holy fuck, this angle sure as hell has me feeling it as he grasps my ankles and tosses them on his shoulders, screwing me impossibly harder and faster.I’m going to be constantly sore with how big these men are, seriously, it’s a bit overwhelming.My eyes flutter shut as he whispers dirty shit in my ear that has me climaxing around him almost instantly, his resounding groan making me know he felt it.
“God damn it Sloane,” he hisses. “I’m going to come.”
“Good.” I moan as he bites down on my neck in a punishing hold before emptying himself inside of me, my body trembling under the feel of his massive frame.
“I love you,” he whispers, kissing the spot he just literally ravaged.
“I love you more,” I tease as he nips up my jaw and inhales against my neck.
For just a moment the two of us lie there, not saying a word and honestly it’s beyond fucking perfect. I close my eyes and grip him just a bit tighter as he finally pulls back examining my face.
“You have to promise me you are going to be so fucking careful tomorrow Sloane, please promise me that,” he whispers softly.
“Of course I will, Blaine,” I mumble as he nods and brings me closer into his chest so that the pressure of his body is all encompassing. My center clenches because he is still very much inside of me but somehow both of us are tired enough that we fall asleep. I don’t have any more nightmares once he’s holding me.
* * *
The next morning, my boys and I walk to brunch feeling as though we’re creating an odd schedule at this place despite the reason for being here. I chose to wear a light pink, off the shoulder dress that has a tight bodice and totally makes my cleavage look awesome—for the record. No, really, River commented on it several times while Royce scowls at the offending dress. Kaden and Blaine I think are more interested in seeing it on the floor, something that I could totally get behind … or under.
We pass through the lobby toward the restaurant, sunlight hitting us as the massive patio is laid out in front of us. I’m squinting in the blinding brightness but I feel my heart freeze as a familiar figure catches my attention.Pierce?Before I have a chance to say anything a woman, who clearly has had one too many mimosas, laughs and bumps into me, causing me to look away. I wave off her apology and look back only to find that the man in question is around Pierce’s size but not my ex-fiancé. Christ. It really looked like him though.
Shaking my head I squeeze Blaine’s hand as he offers me a soft smile. All of my boys actually look relatively relaxed today and I don’t want to ruin that. I know they would take my words seriously, but hell, for all I know I’m imagining that shit.Don’t start losing your shit, Sloane. We always have time for that later.
Putting it aside I nearly groan noticing that Kronin is sitting with Van Der Beck, who clearly has returned from Paris, and Blaine’s mother, the last two have obviously already enjoyed several mimosas while Kronin … well, it’s possible he’s wasted too but the man is utterly insane so it’s equally possible that he’s sober.
“My muse!” Kronin is immediately standing and I offer him a smile as he tugs my hand from Blaine and kisses my cheek three times. I try to hide my shiver of uncomfortableness as I pull back.
“Have a good night?” I ask politely as I sit down next to Blaine and of course, Kronin sits next to me on the other side making Royce, River, and Kaden scowl in unison. I can feel Alicia and her fiancé watching us so I make sure to lean toward Blaine slightly, not wanting anyone to get the wrong idea about Kronin and I. Ever. I would not want to be on the receiving end of whatever that man is cooking up in the bedroom. It’s no doubt pretty fucking crazy, I think with a shudder.
“Would have been better if my muse had spent time with me.” He tsk-es as if I somehow broke off an engagement, but I just offer him a small smile. Luckily, I don’t have to provide more than that because Alicia starts talking about the rehearsal dinner.
“Sloane, I have the perfect dress for you, I will send it over for you to try on as well as the bridesmaid dress. I am so excited to see what you think,” she chimes, her eyes darkening slightly and making me wonder just how bad the two outfits will be. Alicia strikes me as one of those women who needs to put other women down in order to feel better about herself. But you know what? I honestly don’t care at this point, if the woman puts me in an ugly dress I’ll just have to make it work because we clearly have way bigger fish to fry.
“Can’t wait,” I offer as she begins to babble all about the catering, music, and other aspects that have my eyebrows going up. I think it’s around that moment that I realize that if I ever have a wedding ceremony of any kind, even symbolic … I’ll be keeping it very simple. As in me, my future husbands,yes I said plural,and some fantastic music and good food. Not that the boys would be interested in something like that, but you know, hypothetically of course.
“What do you have planned for today?” Alicia asks the group of us curiously. I really hope she doesn’t want to join us in whatever it is that we have planned.
“Nothing in particular,” Royce offers.
“You should come with us then!” she chimes. “There is an exclusive poker game—”
“Sweetheart.” Van Der Dick… ehm, sorry Van Der Beck tenses. “I’m sure they wouldn’t be interested.”
